Elouan Kristofer Rollivand

[Elouan Kristofer Rollivand]

Elouan Kristofer Rollivand

Behind The Mask
Your Name/Alias: Zeek
Years Roleplaying: Quite a few..
Joining Password: [admin edit]
How did you find us?: My best friend =D
Sample Post:
He opened his eyes to the morning sun blinding through his single window. No birds sounded outside in the dead trees surrounding his room. There were never any birds. No squirrels either. It was a quiet town. A dead town. Few people remained after the storm had hit. All the animals fled, and would most likely never return. Yet the sun refused to leave, months after it refused to shine when they needed it most. The storm blocked out the sun's glory, and darkness engulfed the land. Then winds blew and thunder roared and the rain poured. Each drop of rain was like acid, piercing your skin. No one dared leave their homes. Thus was the result of the pollution that the government created.

Rubbing his dark eyes, he climbed out of bed, his dusty cot on which he slept. He pulled on a shirt, old and faded, zipped up jeans that were barely stitched together, and slipped into a pair of worn out sneakers. He wondered if he knew any of the survivors in the building. This rickety structure was the last shred of hope for a new life that these people held. At least each person could find their own room. The electricity didn't work, and neither did the plumbing. Water was brought in a truck each week. Showers must be done in the public ones they brought with the drinking water. It was embarrassing, but it was the life that they had to live. There was nothing else they could do. At least they managed to find two meals a day. They were never much, but it kept them alive.

Elouan he thought to himself. Your name is Elouan, do not forget who you are. Your identity was all you could keep sacred anymore. Religion had withered away, family values weren't of any importance anymore, and the laws were overruled the minute people stopped caring. Which was a long time ago. Elouan shuffled down the creaky staircase, to the cafeteria, to gather his breakfast. Only about twenty other people were awake by then, and soon the rest of them would show up. He thanked the volunteers for the food, and stood across from the main entrance to the dirty room that they called a cafeteria. The bowl of food was some kind of oatmeal, slightly cold due tot he lack of a proper oven, but he didn't mind, he was used to it. He scanned over the group of people scattered across the room. he knew none of them. And if he did at one point, he had forgotten them.

He was looking for a person in particular, the girl who sat in front of him in class, back when the schools were still open. No one left the building, they didn't need to. The girl he was looking for was kind, one of the few students who ever spoke to him. She would share her lunch with him, help with his homework, and be a friend when he needed one. She even nursed him after he had lost in yet another fight. He didn't remember her name, and he wanted to ask her, his only only friend. Just when he was about to walk back up to his room, a frail figure entered through the door. It wore a hood, and he assumed it was female. He set down his bowl on the nearest table and walked toward her. "Hello, Miss.... I was wondering if you needed any help?" he smiled weakly. Violence had not overrun their town yet, surprisingly, so people were very trusting whenever greeted, as there was nothing anyone could take from you. The lady looked up. Her eyes were bruised, and her face was pale, her mouth in an eternal frown, "That'd be ...very nice of you, sir." She looked him in the eyes and quickly looked back down.

"Are you alright?" he asked, leading her over to the food line. He was genuinely worried about her, as she was very thin, almost skin and bones. "Have you eaten anything recently? You look as though you're about to die." He said it jokingly, but he knew it came out the wrong way, and bit his lip in shame. She smiled at him anyway, "No, I'm fine.. I'm just lost." She began to weep in his arms, he hugged her gently. She was no older than he was, perhaps even younger, and he knew she wasn't the girl he was looking for, the one he had to thank one last time, but she needed a friend. He could tell. The girl whispered, "Thank you." And went limp. She had died. There, in his arms. he clenched his jaw and held back his tears. How many times would this happen? He lay her down on the ground and ran for the front gate. "Why must we live like this?! Why doesn't anyone do anything about it?! I'm TIRED of watching people die!" he cried out in frustration. He reached the gate, and began to climb. he would find a stable civilization and force them to remember their humble city. Force them, in any way he had to...

Back To The BASICS
Full Name: Elouan Kristofer Rollivand
Nicknames: El, Lou, Eloh
Age: 17
D.O.B: 1 May
Gender: Male
Grade: Junior
Original Appearance: This will be his first year. (So Junior)

It's All About YOU
Celebrity Portrayal: Hyde
Physical Appearance: Elouan is an Asian boy, Japanese to be exact, but has given European names by the family that adopted him. Elouan has shaggy hair, the color of which may change, but is primarily a brownish red or a dark blond. He has fair skin, no major acne, but there are dark circles under his eyes, from lack of sleep and drug use. He has multiple ear piercings, and many various kinds of jewelry to attach to his ears. He wears rings at times, and necklaces as well. Sometimes he may be caught with a rosary, though he isn't very religious at all. He is fairly tall, somewhat in shape, but neither anorexic nor muscular. His nails are like that of a girl's, longer than most guys', and usually polished in dark colors. He sometimes wears facial makeup, usually eyeshadow or mascara or eyeliner, mostly to hide his bruises and scars. His eyes are full of anger and sadness, and rarely have genuine happiness in them. He is attractive, some may say, only if he would clean up his act. His fingers are slender and long, which is useful for playing his guitar, though no one ever listens. He's a fast runner, good for getting to class before the bell rings. He has a very good stamina and endurance, mostly built up from being kicked around in fights so often.
Clothing Style: He wears clothing that would force anyone to see him as a rebel, or even a punk. They are often dark, with macabre designs. They can be leather or cotton, polyester too. They can be any sleeve length, from wife beater tank tops to long sleeved turtlenecks. He wears mostly tight jeans of various colors, leather pants, and even baggy slacks with multiple pockets and chains. He likes jewelry, rings and necklaces mostly. But he adores shiny and chain-linked bracelets, too. He has multiple piercings, mostly on his ears. He has various tattoos. Especially the angel wings located on his back. He has tattoos on his arms, as well.
Personality: He is seen as a rude, adolescent, and evil teenager. People automatically see him as a druggie, an alcoholic, a violent person. But he is actually very sweet. He loves to read and write, sing and dance, and play his guitar. He is extremely generous to his friends, offering to buy them lunch or help to pay for their clothing whenever they go shopping. He loves children, and is not a bad influence over them, except in appearance, perhaps. Though parents don't usually allow him anywhere near their children, so no one knows how nice and friendly he can be. He loves music, all kinds, but usually steers clear of violent, loud and "hardcore" music. He has a beautiful singing voice, deeper than you'd think with his body. But he rarely has any gigs that he plays at. But he doesn't mind as long as he has his guitar and his friends that he can play for. His parents love him, and completely accept his decision in clothing and overall appearance. They completely understand him, and they have a wonderful bond together. When he does have to go somewhere for his family, such as a wedding or a Christmas dinner, he respects his parents' requests and he dresses family friendly, and only wears the makeup needed to hide any bruises he has collected at the time. As far as the fighting goes, it is mostly jocks or idiots that think Elouan is stronger than they are, or disrespectful, or believe that their prude girlfriends were offended by him trying to defend their honor. But Elouan hates to fight. But he fights back just to keep them away. And to keep his bones unbroken. It doesn't always work, but it's enough to startle the community. He apologizes to his parents everyday for anything that they might have heard, but they can never stay mad at him for too long. When it comes to drugs or alcohol, he usually doesn't partake in the events, as he knows it would upset his parents. But occasionally he might join in, if it were a birthday or something, and he is usually the designated driver. He hasn't had any girlfriends, and he isn't too upset over it, except that he wishes he could find someone that would want to get to know him. He isn't perverted, but will still laugh at perverted jokes if he heard them. When it comes to religion, his parents allow him to choose how he lives his life. You can't force someone to believe something. They are very honest with each other, and Elouan can talk to either of his parents about anything. The rest of the family adores him, as they haven't seen him in his everyday attire. His school pictures are kept at their own house, and he gets glamor shots done for his parents. As they respect his decision to wear whatever he wants. They have also permitted the piercings and tattoos. They're all just so happy together.
Likes: Music, Art, Family, Learning (He does very well academically!), Friends. Being happy.
Dislikes: Being labeled. Fighting. Being alone.
Overall Flaws: He doesn't show his true colors in public and is often hurt by it. He has deep circles under his eyes, bruises and scars. He refuses to let anyone get too close--Commitment issues.
Pets: He has a tan colored Persian cat named Doll, because he likes to sleep among Elouan's teddy bears and other stuffed animals, that he used to have when he was younger.
Financial Status: His parents hold very steady and well-paying jobs, but he doesn't have one yet. He mostly lives off holiday card money, and he always sends a thank-you letter back. ^^
Clique: Rockers (etc.,) and Scholars

It's All BEHIND You
P.O.B: Born to a Japanese girl living in Maine that put him up for adoption at birth, adopted by a loving couple also in Maine, but they moved down to Virginia in the previous summer.
History: Elouan was born to a Japanese teenager, just out of high school. Her parents forced her to put him up for adoption. She never even got to see his face, let alone name him or know the gender. The family that adopted him consisted of a loving couple, Henrietta and Roger Rollivand. They named him Elouan Kristofer Rollivand, and took him home. They loved him and brought him up as best they could. He turned out to be a very good student, but had a hard time expressing himself. They accepted his decisions, and they rarely ever had to punish him. He had many friends (this was before the change in clothing, back when he was "normal"), and one girl in particular was his best friend. They were nearly inseparable. They always talked on the phone, went to the movies, bought each other the best birthday presents, and had a very strong friendship. However, when they entered high school together, Elouan learned that his best friend that he had know since he started school, had cancer. No one had ever told him this before. She had only had it for the past two years, but it still upset him that no one ever told him. He found this out when she didn't show up for school for over a week. He skipped almost a month of school to spend his time with her at the hospital. She died during their sophomore year. He went into a horrible depression; changing his clothes, his hair, not eating, barely sleeping, failing school and losing all of his friends. Until his mother finally decided that they should move, as going to that school gave his frightful memories. At the new school, he promised to try to succeed academically, but he never promised what he'd do outside of the classroom. He still dressed strangely, got tattoos and piercings, but he never tried to commit suicide or use drugs or anything else along those lines. He was almost the same as before it happened, but without any kind of social life.
Family: Mother and Father, and their extended family, his cat, Doll.
Other: He's just adorable, but people are scared of him.. Oh, woe is he for he may never find love. And he'd probably feel too shameful to love anyone except for his friend. (Yes, her name will not be said.)

[Julianna Montgomery]

Accepted. Welcome to RPA!

[Elouan Kristofer Rollivand]

Ah! Thank you very much! ^_^

I think that's the most I've ever written for an application; I must really like this character. =3