TORRENT, Elijah J.

[Elijah J. Torrent]

ELIJAH, TORRENT
PLAYED BY : Brad Pitt

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Elijah Jacob Torrent
NICK NAMES: Eli
PREFERRED NAME: Eli
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: MMA fighter
HOME REGION: Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Anything he can throw and make a kill with.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Eli is quite built, as he took up Mixed Martial Arts as a profession at a young age. Like most fighters, he does mark his skin in tattooes. On his right shoulder is the MMA insignia. A chinese dragon with green scales wraps around his left arm, starting from his shoulder, with the dragon's head in his palm. He also has the words, "Will to Survive" written across his chest in an elegant script. Currently, his back is free of tattooes.

Typically, he keeps his head shaved, as well as his face. He's normally caught wearing tattered jeans and paint stained shirts with a pair of very worn tennis shoes. While his overall appearance may come off as 'slacker' he is nothing of the sort.

In the most essence, he looks like a typical man. Even with his gorgeous blue eyes.

PERSONALITY: On a basic note, Eli is your typical man. Arrogant. Stubborn. Prideful. Nympho... The whole nine yards. Many would agree that he's just like the rest, but little do they know; Eli has some very unsual quirks for the 'typical man.'

First, he comes off as the guy that would always be at bars, picking up women, and has probably slept with a fair share of the town residents. However, in reality, he normally prefers to keep to himself. His home is his comfort zone, and there's nothing he liked better than sitting around, cold beer in hand, watching some good ol' television. He is normally the quiet one, but also the first one suspected of being a traitor and back-stabber. This means that he doesn't make friends easily, and the ones that do come around never stick around for long.

Eli is a working man. While sitting at home was a homerun favorite, he liked to work almost as much. Especially in martial arts. If he wasn't sweating, he wasn't done practicing, and he never let a few aches in his muscles get him down. He'd simply go back out and tackle the course again and again until his body gained strength from the strain.

Now, about the ladies. Coming off as arrogant and a man-whore seems to be his forte in public, while behind closed doors, he's the gentleman every woman wants. The surprise is that he's only ever slept with two women, as he doesn't view sex as merely sex. To him, it's the bonding of two people. Which brings us to his ideologies.

Elijah has a very strong opinion about things, and his ideas are often far-fetched, but somehow make as much sense as published theories. For example; he strongly believes that water is the beginning and ending of the world, and even wrote down how the entire cycle worked. Most of the time, his ideas anger people, but he never let it get to him.

Despite being a MMA fighter, he never had a bad temper. He was always a calm and well-rounded person, even as a young child. He never let petty words get to him, and always wore a smile on his face.

While he can over-think things at times, he always has a clear mind and focuses on whatever obstacles are currently awaiting him. An optimistic point of view, per say.

LIKES

• Mixed Martial Arts
  
• Dogs
  
• Beer
  
• Action Movies
  
• Music
  

DISLIKES

• The 'undead'
  
• Verbal/Physcial abuse
  
• Liars, cheaters, etc.
  
• Religion
  
• Cats
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Elijah's birth had been a joyous time for the Torrent family, since Eli had not been the only arrival that late night. Alongside him lay his twin brother. Younger by only seconds.

Growing up, the two had a close bond, and a great childhood. While their parents couldn't afford the gadgets that most parents bought for their children, the family always made the best of what they had. It had been easy for Elijah and his brother, Sammuel, to grow up - especially since they actually got to be a kid.

Once in school, the twins had a promising future. All throughout school, they were Honor Roll students, and seemed to get along with most everyone in the school. Until Elijah started to take MMA classes for youth, after his inspiration was sparked by a video game called Mortal Kombat.

After a few years in the classes, and a few growth spurts in between, he and his twin brother suffered the physcial difference. Sammuel had taken on the leaner side of what most people called the 'popular kids,' while Eli looked as if he belonged with the steroid injecting jocks. However, he'd come to love MMA and how healthy it made him feel, and refused to quit the sport.

By his Sophomore year, Sammuel was surrounded with popularity, while Elijah's 'friends' suddenly stopped being there. He made it through the rest of high school by talking with acquaintances, having a few girlfriends, and straight A's down the card. By graduation, he was the most respected student at his school, and the validictorian for his class.

After high-school, he went to college for two years to study the techniques of Martial Arts, and took it up as a profession. Many fights were fought and won, and the money rolled in. Even still, he hardly cared for the money, and was often times giving it to his family, since they'd never had much.

At 20, his career hit in full swing, and he quickly became the MMA champion, two seasons in a row. With that, he moved from his parents house, leaving his brother with them, and into a small house just across town.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Elijah was first introduced to the infected in the middle of the night. While he normally slept all night, something about the night had him stirring in his sleep. So much that it had awakened him, and his anxiety wouldn't let him get back to sleep.

Without real worry of what had happened to the outside world, he slipped on a jogging outfit, comfortable shoes, and slid a few weapons - like brass knuckles and a blade or two - in his pockets. As soon as he stepped outside, he could see it. Dead bodies littered the streets and the stench was horrid. Panicking, he'd rushed into the city to check on his parents. They were no were to be found, but Sammuel was on the floor, unmoving. He'd rushed to his brother's side, only to see very plainly that he was dead.

He searched the rest of the house, trying to see if any of the phones were working, but all of them were down. A bright post-it note on the refridgerator caught his attention. It read;

Run for you life, Eli. If you're still alive, run. Don't let anyone near you! We love you. We're so sorry. xoxo

- Mom and Dad

It didn't take a second thought before Eli was dashing from the kitchen, only to run into Sammuel, who now stood, and make incoherent gugling noises. Eli called to him, but there was no sign of recognition from his twin brother. Not having the heart to kill him, though the feeling was not mutual, Eli shoved Sammuel aside and ran from the door, closing it and barging it so Sammuel couldn't escape until Eli had gotten away. But, as soon as Eli turned, he stood face to face with another infected. It wrestled him to the ground, but Eli was strong enough to push the creature off just long enough to remove one of his blades from his pocket and bring the unforgiving steel down onto the ravenous freak's crown. Then, he quickly gathered necessary supplies, and set out to create a shelter away from the creeps.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Night had ended, and daylight had begun. Violet moved through the forest with ease, Blackjack was at her heels, his guard up as they moved. It had been weeks now, and Violet hadn't found a single soul alive. Fear stabbed her as she thought she may be the last one on earth. But, how was that possible? How could she have been the only one to survive? With her luck, she should have been one of the infected. The thought made her wrinkle her nose. How had any of this even happened.

There was rustling ahead, causing Violet to jump, and Blackjack to growl, taking a defensive stance in front of Violet. She patted his head. "Let's go check it out." She said. More than anything, she hoped it was a survior. Slowly, she and her faithful companion made their way to the noise. Then, Blackjack bounded forward, barking loudly and running as fast as he could.

Violet began to chase him. "Blackjack! Blackjack!" She called, but the canine ignored her, then he was out of sight, and Violet was alone. She continued to head in the direction she thought Blackjack had gone, until he came bounding towards her, a baseball bat in his mouth. Vi took it from him and examined it. "Where did you get this?" She asked. Blackjack began to head in the direction from which he came. Then, Violet saw him, a man handcuffed to a root. She jogged over to him. "Holy shit! Are you okay? What happened?" She asked, as she began to take tools from a pouch on her side to pick the lock on the handcuffs. Once he was free, she handed him the baseball bat. "Is this yours? Blackjack came back to me with it." She said, as she looked at the man. Blackjack sat beside Violet, sniffing the man, making sure he wasn't dangerous.

"I haven't seen a living person in weeks... Do you know how all this happened?" She asked. She was sure that her questions to this man were selfish. After all, he was the one handcuffed to a tree. Almost like bait for the infected. However, the excitment of finally finding another survivor had her nerves slightly shaken with sudden knowlegde that she wasn't alone.

Her hair was messy, tangled and dirty. Her skin and clothing were tattered, covered in dried mud, and a tad wet from all the sweating she'd done. Dark circles had formed under her make-up less eyes, and it was clear she hadn't eaten or slept in days. Blackjack even seemed a bit under weight, and that saddened Violet every day. Her main concern was always her dog. He was her companion and best friend, and it hurt her to see him under nourished.

However, she turned her attention back to the man. "Please... I need someone to travel with... I don't know what's going on. Everyone I know is one of those things... I have no one." She said. While her voice was calm and lyrical, there was a hint of sadness. Abandonment. It wasn't like her to reach out for help, but now, she knew she needed it, and she could only hope this man would be willing to help her.

PLANS: Eli wants to create a safe-haven for any and all surviors.

ANYTHING ELSE?: Not that I can think of.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Ivrick
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Intermediate - Advanced
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