Survival Is
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[name:] Elliot Chester
[nickname:] Eli
[age:] 20
[date of birth:] January 14th
[sexuality:] Demisexual
[relationship status:] Single
[appearance]
[face claim:] Dan Cohen
[race:] White
[body type:] Tall and lanky. Elliot has long arms and legs, he has no muscle on him whatsoever.
[height:] 6'3
[weight:] 130 lbs
[distinguishable markings:] None, apart from a small scar on his cheek from when he had been bitten by a dog when he was a child. He also wears heavily prescription glasses, without them he's blind as a bat.
[hair colour:] Light brown
[eye colour:] Hazel, but in certain lights they seem more green than anything.
[voice:] Baritone. Deep and calm-like, has a slight Texas twang.
Elliot can be seen wearing worn blue jeans, a button down shirt, hiking boots and a camouflage parka. He has two machete's attached to his thighs and a sniper-rifle. He also has a backpack filled with ammo, water bottles and energy bars - all of this he had managed to scavenge from a hunting shop.
[personality:]
Elliot can simply be described as a geek, not in a bad way, unless you like a university student spouting random facts, that no one will remember, when he's nervous. He has a lot of knowledge and is wise beyond his years. Despite being a smart-ass at times, he is kind, warm hearted and goofy - full of life and energy. His girlfriend used to call him the "Friendly Giant." He was optimistic and was probably one of the mos ambitious people one could meet. He wanted to become a doctor, or a research chemist. He was a family man and was very good with children, in fact, he had even proposed to his girlfriend of three years, and can still be found wearing their engagement rings on a chain around his neck.
But now that the zombies are upon them he's become more solemn and calm. He's seen a lot of death ever since the outbreak and just wants it to be over. He has thought about ending his life more than once, but could never find it within himself to pull the damn trigger. Deep down, he still wants to live, he still wants to survive. There is only but a thin sliver of what he used to be like that only ever shows if he's slightly intoxicated.
[backstory:] Eli had a fairly normal childhood, grew up in the country side, on a farm, along with his parents and three younger siblings. He was the eldest, and the only man - apart from his father of course - in the family. He mostly worked in the fields or helped fixing things like the roof or fence. He was home-schooled most of his life until the age of thirteen when his dad got a job out in Atlanta.
It was there that he went to a Catholic school. He enjoyed every minute of it and it was there that his love for sciences started to develop. It only grew in High School, where one of his teachers inspired Elliot to follow his dreams. It was also during this period that he met Helen: a gorgeous blue eyed, blonde haired, city girl. A girl he had fallen head over heels for. They clicked as soon as they met. They were a match made in heaven, so to speak. Their relationship could easily be described as a perfect one. Sure, they fought at times, but in the end they always made up... Which is probably why Elliot proposed to her as soon as they started university. Helen studying as a doctor and Elliot as a research chemist.
Everything was fine, peachy even, until the outbreak. It was sudden and unexpected. No one knew what to do, or what was happening and it was all pure chaos. But one thing was clear to Elliot, Keep Helen safe, get to my parents and stay hidden. And he did just that. He traveled across the city, unarmed and unprepared. He and his fiance managed to find safe heaven in his family's apartment - for a while, at least. Somehow, Helen had managed to get bitten. It all ended with tears, blood and more blood. Helen had killed Elliot's parents and he had to take action. He ended up putting a bullet's in his parents', sisters and Helen's head.
Now, he's with a small group; consisting of him and a little girl named Alex. It's dangerous, and he's unsure of what to do next. One thing's for sure, God was not going to help him.
[fears:] Unable to protect the people he loves. He has failed this so many times that he doesn't wish to repeat it again.
