Post by ELLIOT BRIDGES on May 28, 2011 22:24:06 GMT 1
[/color]ELLIOT TOBIAS BRIDGES
of the CIVILIANS. [/color]
[/center]CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Elliot Tobias Bridges
»»AGE:[/b] 26
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] University Lecturer
»»FACTION:[/b] Civilian
»»SPECIES : [/b] Human
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Neutral-Good.
»»ABILITY: [/b] No supernatural ability. Is very intelligent and can speak a number of languages fluently.
- - -Strength: Doesn’t have to deal with all the trouble of having an ability.
- - -Drawbacks: Doesn’t have an ability.
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Brown
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Brown
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 6’3
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Matthew Gray Gubler
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
You look at Elliot and you'd most likely instantly think, geek! And to be fair, you're not wrong. He stands incredibly tall, at approximately 6'3 in height. In weight, he's borderline being underweight, resulting in his body figure being quite thin for a man of his height and age. He's not frail despite was his skinny body and pale complexion would suggest and does enjoy in partaking in some physical activity; like a game of squash once or twice a week. He couldn't run a marathon or engage in heavy hand to hand combat though. If it weren't for his shy personality, he would have probably made quite a successful male model.
His face has a good solid oval shape to it. His eyes are what are considered the 'perfect' shape. Almond in shape, and perfectly set in location that they are not too wide nor too close together. Despite this, they are an unremarkable hazel brown in colour. The benefit though, is that he has perfect twenty-twenty vision. His nose is quite long and narrow, with a small pudgy bulb on the end. Moving down, his philtrum is quite short and well defined but not so much that it's obvious and sticks out. His lips are also well shaped and full - a good pout and are palish pink in colour. His hair unremarkable. A mixture of browns. It's usually comb back and left natural, no gels or waxes. If not combed back, it's quite cute and fluffy in appearance, just long enough that it begins to curl slightly at the edges, just about chin level.
Clothing wise, it's nothing particularly interesting, and since he works most of the time, it's typically work clothing. A decent pair of brown or black trousers, with a shirt - either plain or simple patterned with a tie. His tie is usually his main means of expressing himself and he has many, from solid colour, to patterns, to silly cartoons. He even has one with santa, for all your festive needs. His shoes are sturdy work shoes, usually brown or black in colour.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
In addition to his classically geeky looking appearance, his personality doesn't do anything to take away that image. Elliot is a classic geek. He's highly intellectual but it's dwarfed by his shy and clumsy character. He's very bright, a quicker thinker and very talented when it comes to all things academical. He can write scientifically, research, deliver speeches, remember practically everything and everyone he's ever met. He is definitely someone you'd want on your quiz team.
Unfortunately, out with academical, job, situations, he's incredibly shy. Always fearing of making a fool of himself, which he often does, he's reserved and tends to shy away from groups of people. While still shy, he finds it easier to get along with other men. He's never really had to experience children and so when confronted with a child, he's never really sure what to do with them and gets flustered. He does not do much to help his cause around women. Around women, he gets incredibly shy. As you could probably imagine, he's never had a girlfriend on account of his nerdiness and so he has no clue what to do or say around a woman. And when he tries, he ends up stammering and stuttering - usually making a fool of himself with his inability to do anything right. While usually he is pretty clumsy, this happens more so around women and he'll continuously fidget, usually resulting in him breaking things or dropping stuff - adding even more to his embarrassment.
For all his short comings, Elliot is one of those truly 'nice guys'. He's a great listener and will always help someone in need. For those few friends he has, he's always there to help and offer advice. His actions are usually always for the good and done with the best intentions. Unfortunately though, his nervousness and shyness often single him out as easy prey and it wouldn't be difficult to convince him to do otherwise by either threatening him or his friends lives.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b] Tobias Bridges. Father. 56. Alive.
Kessler Bridges. Mother. 56. Alive.
Rufus Elliot. Brother. 24 Alive.
»»IDOLS:[/b] Elliot is a particularly shy man. He has no one particular idol, but secretly wishes to be like those men who can just stroll up to a woman and start chatting away. He greatly lacks self confidence and idolizes those who can put themselves out in the world for all to see.
»»HISTORY: [/b]
As much as I would love to describe an amazingly interesting and exciting history to you, that his parents were taken out for being part of some super top secret project and he was adopted by an eccentric billionaire adventurer that took him all over the world, it's just not quite true. With no supernatural bone in his body, and no relation to anything supernatural within his family, his life was pretty average. And still is pretty average.
He was born the first child, in 1985, to his parents, Tobias and Kessler Bridges in Las Vegas. They were high school sweet hearts, marrying straight out of high school. Both of them went to the same college, his father studying business and law to be a defense lawyer, while is mother studied the arts and literature, going on to become a buyer from numerous art galleries and museums.
His childhood was fairly unremarkable. His parents by then already had established their jobs and were capable of providing a good upbringing for their children. His younger brother, Rufus, was born two years later. Despite the usual brotherly fighting, the pair actually got on quite well and are still close to this day, though Rufus is much more confident and outgoing. Throughout school, he excelled with top marks in every class. As a result, he was often bullied and picked on but it never really bothered him all that much. At home, his parents nurtured him and encouraged him and his brother to excel in what they were good at.
After highschool, Elliot continued in academia, gaining a BA in Anthropology and Languages in a three year accelerate course further more gaining a MSc in the same subject area and a Phd in Languages and Linguistics. His immaculate education and first class degrees secured him a teaching post at the New York University, where he was nominated for professorship within two years of working there. Currently he stands on the faculty as Professor of Languages, lecturing to students in various language, linguistics and anthropological studies classes. While working, he is currently studying on the side to gain another degree, a BSc in Anthropological Science which keeps him pretty busy.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Bones
»»GENDER:[/b] Female
»»AGE:[/b] 20
»»TITLE:[/b]
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
Despite the uncomfortable feeling of the grains rubbing between his toes, the warmth of the sand on his soles was comforting. He clutched his brown leather shoes in one hand and a book was carefully tucked under his shoulder as he clambered free of the rocks fully onto the beach. The scene inland had been one of celebration with the majority of the island's inhabitants gathered in the village ruins for an evening of celebrations. As the night drew to a close and dawn rose, many were still there. Elliot was never the social butterfly on the account he was incredibly shy - especially around women. He had lurked around the edges of the festivities but found himself drawing away. By morning he had wandered far but was not too disappointed at the calm beach that spread out before him.
He dropped his shoes and book in the sand, running his fingers through his brown fluffy hair. The salty sea air swept up his nose, filling his lungs with a sense of peace. The waves lapped gently on the shore now, a fry cry from the tsunami-like currents that raged that had raged the nights prior. The thought of being stuck out there in a boat frightened him; he didn't particularly like boats in the first place on account of a sailing incident at his cousin's caravan on holiday. That was probably the reason he chose to fly if he could (though it never helped him much when the plane went down and he ended up stranded here - not that that particularly bothered Elliot). Dark eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of boats but a deep blue colour up the beach caught his eye. Cocking his head, like some sort of inquisitive puppy, Elliot headed up the sands, his walk quickening to a jog and breaking into a run at shock realisation of what lay dead still in the sand.
Slamming to the ground on his knees, his hands fumbled around the girl as he panicked. 'Don't be dead. Please don't be dead' he prayed, rolling her over gently onto her back. He was a fraction relieved by the tiny beating of her chest. "Help!" he screamed, clutching at the faint hope there would be someone emerging on the shores when the girl would need them most. "Somebody, please help her! Elliot screamed again. Tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks as nobody appeared. "Wake up....please wake up..." he sobbed as he shook her gently, contemplating the need for CPR.
The feeling of dread that crept over his heart lifted when the poor girl spluttered and coughed. The rush of relief was almost too overwhelming and he fought hard against the urge to vomit. So much had passed across his eyes and through his mind in the past few seconds. A sense of urgency to panic, fear, dread, anger, helplessness, sorrow, sympathy and now finally a small sense of relief washed over him as an inch of ever-fragile life returned to the young girl. He could hardly even begin to comprehend the feelings that gripped her as she had lay there helpless in the sand.
He was startled as she began to thrash and alarmed as she made futile efforts to scramble away from him. “No no, don’t worry, you’re safe now” he spoke softly, trying to calm Faye down as she fought the aches and exhaustion that plagued her petite frame. He raised his hands slowly to his side, open palms to the girl in an attempt to show he meant no harm. Nothing could prepare him for what would happen next. The young girl turned back to him before he was about to rise and give chase, practically throwing herself into his chest. Faye’s tight cuddle startled him and he froze, terrified of the toddler that clung to him as if her life depended on it. It was something he had never felt before and he didn’t know how to handle it. Shy, geek, Elliot Bridges, who could barely stand in the same room as a child or even contemplate cuddling a woman, now had a young girl hugging him tightly. It was almost as something else, some sort of instinct he had never known to lurk within him, began to control him. His slender arms wrapped around the girls back, holding her tightly. Long fingers stroked her blonde hair and he whispered reassuringly ”Il sera bien… il sera bien…”.
With one arm clutching her close to him, the other slipped to the pockets of his jeans, clumsily rummaging to pull out the remains of a chocolate bar – some how he had managed to retain all his hand luggage from the plane crash that brought him here in which he had stashed several chocolate bars. “Je m’appelle Elliot” he said, offering the girl the chocolate with a sense of affection “Tu prendre…?” as well as racking his brain for all the French he could remember.
He dropped his shoes and book in the sand, running his fingers through his brown fluffy hair. The salty sea air swept up his nose, filling his lungs with a sense of peace. The waves lapped gently on the shore now, a fry cry from the tsunami-like currents that raged that had raged the nights prior. The thought of being stuck out there in a boat frightened him; he didn't particularly like boats in the first place on account of a sailing incident at his cousin's caravan on holiday. That was probably the reason he chose to fly if he could (though it never helped him much when the plane went down and he ended up stranded here - not that that particularly bothered Elliot). Dark eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of boats but a deep blue colour up the beach caught his eye. Cocking his head, like some sort of inquisitive puppy, Elliot headed up the sands, his walk quickening to a jog and breaking into a run at shock realisation of what lay dead still in the sand.
Slamming to the ground on his knees, his hands fumbled around the girl as he panicked. 'Don't be dead. Please don't be dead' he prayed, rolling her over gently onto her back. He was a fraction relieved by the tiny beating of her chest. "Help!" he screamed, clutching at the faint hope there would be someone emerging on the shores when the girl would need them most. "Somebody, please help her! Elliot screamed again. Tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks as nobody appeared. "Wake up....please wake up..." he sobbed as he shook her gently, contemplating the need for CPR.
The feeling of dread that crept over his heart lifted when the poor girl spluttered and coughed. The rush of relief was almost too overwhelming and he fought hard against the urge to vomit. So much had passed across his eyes and through his mind in the past few seconds. A sense of urgency to panic, fear, dread, anger, helplessness, sorrow, sympathy and now finally a small sense of relief washed over him as an inch of ever-fragile life returned to the young girl. He could hardly even begin to comprehend the feelings that gripped her as she had lay there helpless in the sand.
He was startled as she began to thrash and alarmed as she made futile efforts to scramble away from him. “No no, don’t worry, you’re safe now” he spoke softly, trying to calm Faye down as she fought the aches and exhaustion that plagued her petite frame. He raised his hands slowly to his side, open palms to the girl in an attempt to show he meant no harm. Nothing could prepare him for what would happen next. The young girl turned back to him before he was about to rise and give chase, practically throwing herself into his chest. Faye’s tight cuddle startled him and he froze, terrified of the toddler that clung to him as if her life depended on it. It was something he had never felt before and he didn’t know how to handle it. Shy, geek, Elliot Bridges, who could barely stand in the same room as a child or even contemplate cuddling a woman, now had a young girl hugging him tightly. It was almost as something else, some sort of instinct he had never known to lurk within him, began to control him. His slender arms wrapped around the girls back, holding her tightly. Long fingers stroked her blonde hair and he whispered reassuringly ”Il sera bien… il sera bien…”.
With one arm clutching her close to him, the other slipped to the pockets of his jeans, clumsily rummaging to pull out the remains of a chocolate bar – some how he had managed to retain all his hand luggage from the plane crash that brought him here in which he had stashed several chocolate bars. “Je m’appelle Elliot” he said, offering the girl the chocolate with a sense of affection “Tu prendre…?” as well as racking his brain for all the French he could remember.
