Elliot

Information

Player: Rigley

Character Full Name: Elliot Anthony Hastings

Character In-Game Name: Elliot

Nickname(s): Ell, Hastings

Association(s): n/a

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Age: 31

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, often combed back, well-cut and slicked with gel. Keeps himself clean-shaven for the most part, though there is usually a bit of a stubble evident from his morning shave by the time most see him.

Eyes: Slate blue

Weight: 190 lbs

Height: 6'4"

Appearance

Elliot looks the part of a rather stately nobleman. He is a tall and slight figure, having very little visible inclination towards any kind of physical labor nor an over-consumption of food. He often holds himself at an almost military stature, and keeps his garments fine-pressed and almost excessively tidied at all times. He has fair skin and covers any occurring blemishes upon it with tonics and ointments, and keeps his hair neatly combed and slicked back, usually rather perturbed if it is ever out of order. Because of this he tends to be very easily picked out from a crowd. He has a rather prominent chin and a bit of a large nose.

Most often seen in formal wear; it is very rare if he is ever out of a suit. Carries around a pair of spectacles which he uses for reading books.

Personality

Elliot is a bit of an eccentric, to say the least. He is very formal even outside of business, often referring to others only as 'Sir' or 'Madame' when clearly addressing another. He has an insatiable thirst for knowledge and always appears curious of his surroundings, checking about new rooms he enters and often staring over a stranger with his piercing gaze. He isn't much for subtlety but hardly appears threatening, despite his size and fixations, but rather just... peculiar.

He has a very 'logical' approach to everything; though funnily enough any frustration or grief he expresses is usually rather irrational in comparison. He has a certain obsession with psychology and has a great urge to study those of others he interacts with (despite his own being notably peculiar), and revels in understanding the inner workings of another person's thought process when analyzing actions and previous work.

Elliot also is quite adverse to any conflict-- at least those which lead to blows. He enjoys debates (for the aforementioned analysis of another), but will usually keep a distance if he expects a violent reaction. While he is not overly fearful of pain (he in fact seems to have a high tolerance to it) he detests getting scrapes or other blemishes which would appear unsightly in other company.

History

Elliot Hastings was born to a lower class pair of laborers in Alterac. He was born during the height of the nation, prior to its quick downfall brought upon by the Second War. Though born to a poor family Elliot had a certain draw to the aristocratic style even from a young age. Most attributed it to the coveting of their wealth, and perhaps in a way that played a part-- in reality he just enjoyed the intricacy of it all. A peasant wore a plain tunic of brown. A nobleman wore a fine jacket, embroidered with stylistic patterns and neatly pressed. He was enamored by the marble floors of the wealthy homes in comparison to the cracked and bowing planks of his family's hovel. In much of the same way he found his fascination in pursuits of the mind and logic at a young age as well; he found it greatly amusing to better understand the action of his peers, and eventually that understanding became shifted to how to use that knowledge for his own gain. What he could say to extort, trick, swoon; anything to fetch a coin. By the time he was an teenager of the age of 14 he had used this ill-gotten coin to purchase a book of illusions, a subject of reading which he had always found interesting. This wasn't out of the ordinary-- he had purchased many a book on psychology and the human mind, gradually working up from the most basic of concepts to the doctor's journals upon the subjects. But this book was strange; different from the others, and more costly too. Naturally that drew him in even more.

What the book contained wasn't any text of a doctor's report upon a condition or the like; it detailed spellcraft and theory upon it, including passages on such feats as the complex mirror image or a simple conjuration of a vision. It was stunning to him, especially as one of the lower class which had little interaction with the mages which kept to the higher caste of the nation. He soaked up all the knowledge he could from the tome, and became something of a hedge wizard in short time-- very untrained and inefficient, but a practitioner nonetheless. By the age of 16 he found himself arrested briefly for attempting to use an illusion to fool a shopkeeper-- though luckily his charge caught the interest of a visiting mage from Dalaran. He found himself approached shortly after his arrest; though the mage was disapproving of his actions he did express a great interest in his unexpected talent. He found himself invited to Dalaran's academies, with the mage promising that his errant behavior would be better molded into that of a proper spellcaster with discipline within the school. Not being one to turn down the opportunity, Elliot swiftly accepted, just in time to abscond from the nation before its collapse in the second war.

Studies in Dalaran were something of a varied experience for Elliot. Though he was greatly studious during his time at the college, he never did entirely reform himself. He was no criminal, but he was surely not a model student in the least. Though instructors acknowledged that he had a certain gift for his craft and he was indeed devoted to the education, his lack of focus on their own regiment made his performance in the classes sub-par. By the time the third war was coming upon Dalaran he was nearly absent entirely from classes-- and eventually he was thrown out of the college altogether. Though he was greatly perturbed at this, it was in the long run to his benefit-- it was only a month or so after that he heard Dalaran had fallen to ruin in the wake of the Scourge.

Naturally, he took this time to go rummaging about. They were, after all, one of the only regions of the failing northern kingdoms which were gradually being regained by the Alliance. He began to make his way to the regrouping forces, but came across something entirely more fascinating to his own interests.

Amidst the ruins of Dalaran Elliot found a library. A smaller one, full of older texts, most of which were kept away from the other tomes of the colleges. Within he found many subjects of interest; warlockery-- though he had no interest in being subservient to demons--, endeavors of shadow magic, and necromancy. For some reason it was the latter which gave him pause; he skimmed about the different tomes he had found, and quickly steered away from the bulk of the Alliance forces, lest they find him and confiscate the tomes he had discovered. He made his way south, thankfully able to avoid much trouble from the undead given his close proximity to the lands untouched by the Scourge. He escaped into Hillsbrad and from there to Arathi, all the while reading and practicing the tomes he had discovered. He was not wholly without incident-- some sacrifices had to be made, but often those were just the lives of a single patrolman who had taken an unfortunate curiosity to the man so much as to follow him as he practiced his craft.

Eventually Elliot made it to Stormwind, making a small wealth there as a practitioner of mental health-- while he was by no means certified by any organization it was easy enough to simply convince others that his proof of study had been lost in the fall of Lordaeron. He practiced within the walls of Stormwind in a (mostly) legitimate business until he had sufficient funds and then...

Well, then he simply disappeared. One day he was running his clinic as usual, then the next it was boarded up without a trace of the peculiar therapist. Rumors said he had left town in the night, bound for Duskwood.

Skills and Abilities

Elliot has a motley mix of magic; he has greatly delved into the workings of necromancy, but has kept an attentive practice upon his illusionary magic as not to allow it to degrade as he branches further away from traditional spellcraft. Besides his retained illusions he has largely lost his grasp on the field of fire magic, being rather uncaring towards this discipline in favor for frost and his studies of the undead.

Raise Dead: General necromancy; able to raise ghouls and skeletons mostly.

Dark Mending: Able to heal the undead.

Alchemist Has an acute knowledge of alchemy (typically the kind related to his dabbling in necromancy, though he has a grasp on most mundane alchemy.

Illusionist Is capable of conjuring illusions, though he has gradually regressed from the more effective spells which would allow him to actually afflict a target specifically; instead the illusions are just conjured normally, visible by all.