Elysium of the Earth

Name: Elysium ( [ formerly Minos ] Eden, Paradise, Heaven and Eli are also interchangeable/nicknames )

Age: 2 1/2

Requested Rank: Exorcist ( aiming for Cardinal or Guard )

Element: Earth = Adamo Pack

Power:

Terrakinesis - Alter/reshape the surrounding terrain and landscape at will.

~ and ~

Earth Construct - The ability to create tools and weapons out of Crystals, metal, and stone.

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Personality: Despite Eli’s ugly past, his present is much more approachable. As his hate ebbed into oblivion, he realized that life wasn’t completely diminished. He still had a chance to clean himself. To release his anger within a sigh, to let it all go. And as he did just so, something changed. It kind of feels like listening to the hum of a wheat field in the windy season, or see millions of dandelion petals float around you. It’s almost indescribable, but at the same time it’s on the tip of your tongue. Eli’s temperament is much like that feeling. Although he can be irritable, he’s usually the friend you can relate to most, the one you go to to get advice that you won’t understand at the moment, but will in time. He tries his best to be polite and is very affable and amiable, but it’s also possible for Eli to take a grudge to his grave.

Likes and Dislikes:

~ likes ~

- Late spring
- Staying in groups
- Listening to his surroundings
- Metaphors
- Glinty sunrises
- Dew and the scent of rain

~ dislikes ~

- Open spaces and barren land in general
- Burning forests
- Silence
- Sweet smells
- Unfamiliar hostile wolves
- The sentence: “It wasn't my fault.”

History:

Eden, they liked to call him.

He was just a little thing, Elysium was. He was birthed alone, to a rogue - an untidy fae with thick, heavy mats for fur, half an ear, and a single silverish milky glazed-over eye. Hell, they liked to call her. It was never Elysium’s fault, yet she blamed him. She blamed him for her terrible appearance, her constant plague of an ugly disease and a limp in her left hindquarter. She blamed him for becoming a beast. It was a wonder how Eli survived long enough to escape her disgusting rampages and brutal snaps. Only at a year and a half he stood, a bulky, lean, curled tail and eyes filled with hate beast-like monstrosity. Apparent muscles rippled underneath his fur as he parted his lips to bare his fangs. There she lie, sleeping. He dare not make but a snarl nor bark. He wanted her death to be as ugly as her personality. Padding around the motionless body slowly, he examined his surroundings. It was an encased hollow, not easy to move around in but easier to catch the bitch if she tried to escape.

He lunged, his fore legs outstretched, his maw wide open, blades for fangs exposed.

A startling bark escaped the female’s mouth, her neck in Eli’s powerful jaws. It was tempting, indeed, to close his muzzle shut, take her life with it, but no. Seeing her struggle and kick was better fun. She panicked and lolled her tongue out of her head, gasping for air. With a mouthful of fur, Elysium tore at her neck, dropping her to the floor, leaving her a slightly bloody mass of scared fur, too frightened to move. He chuckled, a maniacal grin crossing his face. His shadow loomed over the shaking pile. He snapped at the air above her and dipped lower, tugging at her ear and shredding the broken triangle. She screamed in agony, trying to hobble away. He lunged at her once more, this time aiming for her stomach which was partly visible. He sank a tooth into her warm flesh and pulled away, staring at the bloody scene, her open mouth still giving off whimpers and cries, her ear oozing the thin scarlet liquid.

It wasn’t done.

Eli rolled her motionless body onto her stomach which made her moan and give a shrill yip, snapping at the air. Half-heartedly she tried to rise. He rose a massive paw to push her down, and in which made her bark louder. He capped his giant mouth on her flailing tail and shook his head roughly, pulling of mounds of fur and spraying yet more drops of the crimson hued blood. At last… the body gave a faint convulse as her chin lowered and her paws lay outstretched. For a second, Eli glared. Boiling with anger, panting, his tail risen, standing over her lifeless body. He shook and so did the ground. Toppling next to her, he yapped in surprise. Twitching with fear, he lifted himself. From an inch away, out of the corner of his eye, a broad jagged shard of a boulder darted into motion. He stood, amazed. As he swayed, so did the splinter. As his conscience grew more and more fascinated, so did his body.

Hurriedly, he bowed his head over the blood, not in respect but in curiousity. Silently, he willed the mass to pin the fae, listening intently. A little gasp emitted from the chip as he opened his eyes and faltered as he stared at the heavy mass now sprawled over her. His own mouth emitted a choke as he gazed upon his own mother’s body huddled in a pool, the jagged end tucked in her back. He gave a small smirk and swished his tail in excitement. Elysium licked his lips and padded off without a care, for he had none now that she was gone.

Heaven, they liked to call him.