Post by Eli Cross on Aug 13, 2010 9:18:56 GMT -7
NAME: Eli Elizabeth Cross
GENDER: Female
DOB: Month, Day, Year
SPECIES: Fallen Angel
POWER (s): An empath, Eli is able to discern the emotions—both physical and mental—of individuals, feeling exactly what they feel.
JOB: Hunter
APPEARANCE:
Standing at a mere 5’ 3”, Eli is a petite and slender young woman. She has an almost angelic air surrounding her, with rather soft features and a delicate build. At first glance she gives the impression of being considerably weak physically, however she is extremely agile and strong for a female. Her hair falls in golden-blonde tendrils about her shoulders, almost always down or up in a clip. Eli’s most prominent attribute is her eyes-both a beautiful pale green-which are the windows to her soul.
PERSONALITY:
Eli is rather cool, calm and collected, tending to keep to herself. She is used to traveling alone and prefers the solitude, not wanting to place other individuals in harms way. Large crowds and noisy places she tends to avoid unless she is obligated to; the quiet confines of her motel rooms in front of a book is where she would rather spend her time when not on the job.
Her profession as a hunter is something she takes very seriously and she is definitely a workaholic. Eli is in the habit of sleeping three-to-five hours a day (sometimes less) and skipping meals when occupied with a current task. She often undermines her physical health and has been known to continue hunting even when injured or sick; this is a weakness on her part. Ever since she was extremely young Eli had a passionate sense to assist people in need and hunting is her means of doing so.
Although she appears quite unemotional, Eli is an unbelievably compassionate and selfless person. One thing she dislikes greatly is coming off as impolite; sometimes she is mistakend as so. She can be relatively blunt and monotonous, being ‘all work and no play.’ Nevertheless there are instances where she is noticeably lonely and desiring attention.
HISTORY:
Once Eli was known as Zerachiel, one of the seven prevailing archangels. A master in the art of healing, her chief duty was to lead souls to judgment. However, she also held power over the sun and watched over the children of earth, especially those who were mistreated. Unlike many of the other angels, Zerachiel spent a lot of her time keeping a watchful eye on the mortal realm, incredibly loyal to the human race.
However, she came across the demon Belial on numerous occasions and animosity formed between them. Furious and unable to properly defeat Zerachiel, Belial stole the angel’s Grace in order to torture and eventually destroy her.
She was reborn on earth to David and Abigail Cross who renamed her Eli Elizabeth Cross. Though her spirit was the same, Eli was unable to recall her past as the archangel Zerachiel. Without her Grace she was simply mortal, but her personality and overwhelming desire to help remained intact; she also developed empathetic abilities.
At the age of seven she witnessed the death of her father. Abigail wasn’t present that afternoon, currently away while she took care of that week’s errands. It was a Saturday and an unexpected knock on the door changed the young Eli’s life forever. She was dutifully organizing her stuffed animals in the most logical fashion and took no heed of the continuous rapping; she briefly thought of her mother on the other side, returning from the store with groceries. David strolled past her bedroom and soon enough she could decipher the sound of the door being unlocked and opened. However, she did not hear the honey smooth voice of her mother, or the good-humored voice of her father. She heard nothing.
As she listened to the silence, Eli became uneasy, her heart pounding wildly in her chest and sweat forming on the palms of her hands. The stillness that abruptly blanketed the small house caused goosebumps to spread along the length of her arms and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Hesitantly she left the safety of her room behind, the panic mounting as she rounded the corner into the front room. Blood soaked the carpet and was splattered over the walls, red rivulets running down and staining the white paint. On the floor was the mangled body of her father, almost unrecognizable. And next to her father was an unfamiliar woman. When she tried to come near her, Eli screamed as loud as she could until her throat grew raw. Then she watched as the stranger mysteriously vanished into thin air.
Days, months, and years after her father’s murder, she encountered many unexplainable things. There were people with black eyes, a monster that sometimes lurked outside her window, and the woman that was responsible for David’s death. She told her mother about the strange and terrifying occurrences, but Abigail refused to believe her daughter. The psychiatrist they visited assumed Eli was imagining these monsters in order to explain the passing of her father. She mentioned the oddities a couple more times, though she eventually learned to keep all supernatural incidents to her self.
It was not until high school that she became serious about investigating the paranormal. She delved into numerous religions and studied myths, becoming familiar with the various legendary creatures—both good and bad. Through her sophomore to senior year, she was a member of a local ghost-hunting group. Their expeditions were usually fruitless and most of the individuals who made up the team were not very knowledgeable about the supernatural. However, one fateful day the team encountered a demon that was determined to destroy her.
While her so-called teammates bailed, she faced uncertain death. The demon toyed with her, taking pleasure in torturing her both mentally and physically; she was afraid that she was not going to live to see another day. Luckily, she was rescued, by whom she is still unsure of. She fainted from blood loss and awoke the next morning in the hospital.
That episode jump-started her hunting career. She researched the business from top to bottom and worked various jobs in order to purchase mandatory items for her future occupation. After high school graduation, Eli did not go to college like her mother wanted, but took off in her old Cadillac. Now at twenty-two she hunts malicious spirits, vehement creatures, ancient deities, and callous demons, while searching for the individual responsible for her father's death.
OTHER: - - -
AUDITION:
Eli visited bars once in a blue. Alcohol was definitely not her choice beverage, however the stench enveloping the buildings interior was pungent enough to dull her senses. A glass of water sat before her, hardly touched, and almost certainly one of the few—if not the only—soft drink in the vicinity. It was unusual for the hunter to openly display her emotions. In spite of her usual stoic demeanor she sat forlornly on the fringes, away from the commotion. She sniffed slightly, blinking away the tears that wished to fall. Her attempt to disregard the sorrow swelling unpleasantly within her heart had minimal affect causing the frustration to build.
She hunted creatures, bloodthirsty monsters, on a regular basis, although her best fight was not adequate enough to save her mother. Malicious spirits . . . demons . . . she could combat. Disease? She had lost the battle before it had begun. Considering not even an experienced doctor could cure Abigail Cross there was not a chance Eli would be capable of doing so.
Her throat constricted at the thought of her mother. She was the only family she had left, her closest confident, her largest supporter; she was supposed to live a long and prosperous life, not die—not this way.
Instinctively her grip on the glass tightened, knuckles growing white beneath her skin. She was tired of being powerless, unable to rescue those that meant the most to her. Ever since she could remember she desired to assist those in need and now she could not. All she could do was sit and watch helplessly as her mother’s health rapidly diminished until. . .
Shaking her head in denial, Eli forced the thought far from her mind. There had to be a way; she had to believe that, to have faith, even if only a small sliver remained.
With unsteady hands, she gulped the water down forcefully, the liquid cool and pleasant as it traveled down her throat. Sometimes she wished she could give in to her inhibitions and knock back a beer. Being mindless seemed a lot better than enduring the sadness as she gradually fell apart, her life greatly distorted.
GENDER: Female
DOB: Month, Day, Year
SPECIES: Fallen Angel
POWER (s): An empath, Eli is able to discern the emotions—both physical and mental—of individuals, feeling exactly what they feel.
JOB: Hunter
APPEARANCE:
Standing at a mere 5’ 3”, Eli is a petite and slender young woman. She has an almost angelic air surrounding her, with rather soft features and a delicate build. At first glance she gives the impression of being considerably weak physically, however she is extremely agile and strong for a female. Her hair falls in golden-blonde tendrils about her shoulders, almost always down or up in a clip. Eli’s most prominent attribute is her eyes-both a beautiful pale green-which are the windows to her soul.
PERSONALITY:
Eli is rather cool, calm and collected, tending to keep to herself. She is used to traveling alone and prefers the solitude, not wanting to place other individuals in harms way. Large crowds and noisy places she tends to avoid unless she is obligated to; the quiet confines of her motel rooms in front of a book is where she would rather spend her time when not on the job.
Her profession as a hunter is something she takes very seriously and she is definitely a workaholic. Eli is in the habit of sleeping three-to-five hours a day (sometimes less) and skipping meals when occupied with a current task. She often undermines her physical health and has been known to continue hunting even when injured or sick; this is a weakness on her part. Ever since she was extremely young Eli had a passionate sense to assist people in need and hunting is her means of doing so.
Although she appears quite unemotional, Eli is an unbelievably compassionate and selfless person. One thing she dislikes greatly is coming off as impolite; sometimes she is mistakend as so. She can be relatively blunt and monotonous, being ‘all work and no play.’ Nevertheless there are instances where she is noticeably lonely and desiring attention.
HISTORY:
Once Eli was known as Zerachiel, one of the seven prevailing archangels. A master in the art of healing, her chief duty was to lead souls to judgment. However, she also held power over the sun and watched over the children of earth, especially those who were mistreated. Unlike many of the other angels, Zerachiel spent a lot of her time keeping a watchful eye on the mortal realm, incredibly loyal to the human race.
However, she came across the demon Belial on numerous occasions and animosity formed between them. Furious and unable to properly defeat Zerachiel, Belial stole the angel’s Grace in order to torture and eventually destroy her.
She was reborn on earth to David and Abigail Cross who renamed her Eli Elizabeth Cross. Though her spirit was the same, Eli was unable to recall her past as the archangel Zerachiel. Without her Grace she was simply mortal, but her personality and overwhelming desire to help remained intact; she also developed empathetic abilities.
At the age of seven she witnessed the death of her father. Abigail wasn’t present that afternoon, currently away while she took care of that week’s errands. It was a Saturday and an unexpected knock on the door changed the young Eli’s life forever. She was dutifully organizing her stuffed animals in the most logical fashion and took no heed of the continuous rapping; she briefly thought of her mother on the other side, returning from the store with groceries. David strolled past her bedroom and soon enough she could decipher the sound of the door being unlocked and opened. However, she did not hear the honey smooth voice of her mother, or the good-humored voice of her father. She heard nothing.
As she listened to the silence, Eli became uneasy, her heart pounding wildly in her chest and sweat forming on the palms of her hands. The stillness that abruptly blanketed the small house caused goosebumps to spread along the length of her arms and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Hesitantly she left the safety of her room behind, the panic mounting as she rounded the corner into the front room. Blood soaked the carpet and was splattered over the walls, red rivulets running down and staining the white paint. On the floor was the mangled body of her father, almost unrecognizable. And next to her father was an unfamiliar woman. When she tried to come near her, Eli screamed as loud as she could until her throat grew raw. Then she watched as the stranger mysteriously vanished into thin air.
Days, months, and years after her father’s murder, she encountered many unexplainable things. There were people with black eyes, a monster that sometimes lurked outside her window, and the woman that was responsible for David’s death. She told her mother about the strange and terrifying occurrences, but Abigail refused to believe her daughter. The psychiatrist they visited assumed Eli was imagining these monsters in order to explain the passing of her father. She mentioned the oddities a couple more times, though she eventually learned to keep all supernatural incidents to her self.
It was not until high school that she became serious about investigating the paranormal. She delved into numerous religions and studied myths, becoming familiar with the various legendary creatures—both good and bad. Through her sophomore to senior year, she was a member of a local ghost-hunting group. Their expeditions were usually fruitless and most of the individuals who made up the team were not very knowledgeable about the supernatural. However, one fateful day the team encountered a demon that was determined to destroy her.
While her so-called teammates bailed, she faced uncertain death. The demon toyed with her, taking pleasure in torturing her both mentally and physically; she was afraid that she was not going to live to see another day. Luckily, she was rescued, by whom she is still unsure of. She fainted from blood loss and awoke the next morning in the hospital.
That episode jump-started her hunting career. She researched the business from top to bottom and worked various jobs in order to purchase mandatory items for her future occupation. After high school graduation, Eli did not go to college like her mother wanted, but took off in her old Cadillac. Now at twenty-two she hunts malicious spirits, vehement creatures, ancient deities, and callous demons, while searching for the individual responsible for her father's death.
OTHER: - - -
AUDITION:
Eli visited bars once in a blue. Alcohol was definitely not her choice beverage, however the stench enveloping the buildings interior was pungent enough to dull her senses. A glass of water sat before her, hardly touched, and almost certainly one of the few—if not the only—soft drink in the vicinity. It was unusual for the hunter to openly display her emotions. In spite of her usual stoic demeanor she sat forlornly on the fringes, away from the commotion. She sniffed slightly, blinking away the tears that wished to fall. Her attempt to disregard the sorrow swelling unpleasantly within her heart had minimal affect causing the frustration to build.
She hunted creatures, bloodthirsty monsters, on a regular basis, although her best fight was not adequate enough to save her mother. Malicious spirits . . . demons . . . she could combat. Disease? She had lost the battle before it had begun. Considering not even an experienced doctor could cure Abigail Cross there was not a chance Eli would be capable of doing so.
Her throat constricted at the thought of her mother. She was the only family she had left, her closest confident, her largest supporter; she was supposed to live a long and prosperous life, not die—not this way.
Instinctively her grip on the glass tightened, knuckles growing white beneath her skin. She was tired of being powerless, unable to rescue those that meant the most to her. Ever since she could remember she desired to assist those in need and now she could not. All she could do was sit and watch helplessly as her mother’s health rapidly diminished until. . .
Shaking her head in denial, Eli forced the thought far from her mind. There had to be a way; she had to believe that, to have faith, even if only a small sliver remained.
With unsteady hands, she gulped the water down forcefully, the liquid cool and pleasant as it traveled down her throat. Sometimes she wished she could give in to her inhibitions and knock back a beer. Being mindless seemed a lot better than enduring the sadness as she gradually fell apart, her life greatly distorted.