Eluzay

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"May the merciful God, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore."


xxxxx― H.P. Lovecraft


I Have An Idea:

That some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.


xxxxxxxxxx- W. Somerset Maugham


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Light The Way: "The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear."


Shrinking In A Corner:

Pressed into the wall;

Do they know I'm present,

Am I here at all?


Is there a written rule book,

That tells you how to be—

All the right things to talk about—

That everyone has but me?


Slowly I am withering—

A flower deprived of sun;

Longing to belong to—

Somewhere or someone.


xxxxxxxxxx- Lang Leav, Memories


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[[Created]]: One of the Prometheans. He has a number of years under his belt, but they have not been too kind.
[[Homeless]]: Being able to thrive on very little comes as a benefit. Disquiet makes begging difficult, but every cent counts.
[[Soup Kitchens]]: Frequented enough that most other homeless know to leave him alone, he shows up at the soup kitchen at least twice a week - spaced apart to hopefully let the Disquiet settle.
[[Petty Theft]]: Sometimes begging just isn't enough. He isn't subtle. Grab and run. Purses, but only when desperate.
[[Crusader Complex]]: He really, really doesn't like it when someone picks on the homeless or abuses them for something, even if it's just a perceived slight. Cars end up inexplicably damaged. Some folk end up in hospital. There's a rumour that he bit someone's ear off once and ate it because they were picking on a deaf beggar.
[[Israel]]: For all intents and purposes, Eluzay appears (normally) to be an Israeli. He occasionally may even have a passing resemblance to someone's uncle or cousin who died. There's a lot of parts in there.
[[Temper]]: See: Crusader Complex. Eluzay has a temper even when not infected with Torment, after being out in the wastes for so long he's lost a lot of what some would call 'people skills', if he ever had any to begin with. While he's not going to beat a man to death for insulting him, he may do his best to find some way to spite the man, even if it's just breaking his windows at night.
[[Mages]]: Your kind hurt me. Called me Gulmoth. All I want is to live. LIVE! Who are you people that have the powers of Gods, but the souls of Men? Who gave you the right to judge me? (OOC: Notoriety Flaw - Awakened)
[[Survivalist]]: Apparently completely immune to the ravages of weather, Eluzay can be found sleeping rough even when the homeless shelters are filled to capacity. Folk that like the woods can sometimes see him just marching through the forest as if he owned it.
[[Bareknuckle]]: It's a way to make money. It's a way to inflict pain on others that he's suffered in return. Mostly, it's because nobody asks questions and people cheer when you hit someone real hard and they don't get up. Even if the cheering is about causing another person pain, sometime's it's just good to feel like there's someone on your side for once. I've been beat up real bad too, that sometimes feels even better. Cathartic. I think they call it.
[[Food]]: One of the main reasons for the bareknuckle boxing, the begging, and the occasional bit of petty theft - food. Hot, greasy food. It's one thing to be able to live off organic matter to fuel the Divine Furnace, it's another thing to fuel it with something that actually tastes delicious. Maybe you've heard about the derelict who buys armfuls of cheap hotdogs and acts like it's a prime steak as he devours them with all the hunger of a starving dog.
[[Family]]: The one thing that he is forever denied. The one thing that fuels his Torment above all else. He see's you, with your friends, with your family, your pack, your coterie, your cabal. He hates you for it. Hates you for the honest fact that you have people that close that you trust, hates you for loving and being loved. The TV dinner family, sitting together and laughing and smiling as they watch their shows together, comfortable and safe. Why do you get to have that? What did I do to deserve this? I hate you.


They Cannot Scare Me:

With their empty spaces

Between stars—on stars where no human race is.

I have it in me so much nearer home

To scare myself with my own desert places.


xxxxxxxxxx- Robert Frost

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Immortal - Aviators


We walk along this ashen trail

Through war and fire

They doubted freedom would prevail

We're climbing higher

When the broken call

I will stand up tall

It's all over, there's change in the air

If we fall tonight I will shine a light

Upon justice, to make this game fair


We are immortal

When destiny reigns

And no one can stop this Hellbound train

When history listens

Will they know our names?

We are immortal

'Cuz Legends remain


We make our own way, we rebuild

The cities razed

Our prophecy is self-fulfilled

For better days

When the broken call

I will stand up tall

It's all over,

There's change in the air

If we fall tonight

I will shine a light

Upon justice, to make this game fair


We rise where heroes fell

Inside a man made hell

Through streets of blood and dust

Where weapons turn to rust

We're the fire

We're the change

We're the lost ones

We're the storm

We're the last

Ammunition

Through the smoke

Through the bruised

Fallen brothers

Pushing on

To save all

Of the others



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A Life In the Past
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Name: Eluzay
Relatives: Are Relative
Apparent Age: Adult
Height: 5'11"
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black

Creator: Unknown
Lineage: Frankenstein
Refinement: Ferrum
Position: Downtrodden Defender
Role: Unlikely Hero
Throng: None


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