Post by ELLIOT JESPERSEN on Jan 12, 2015 2:31:23 GMT -5
|elliot alexander Jespersen||ELLIE|
as long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat
Never wanting to get on anyones bad side, Ellie is all smiles and nice words. He was raised to be well mannered, respectful, and polite, so he never forgets to say please or thank you. He believes the best way to avoid conflict is to not start any, so he is anything but combative. His polished sense of behavior leads others to believe he's somewhat of a goodie goodie, when really he just doesn't want to be noticed for stepping on other's toes.
Quiet and easygoing, the blonde looks to just move smoothly through life, not to shift the waters in any way. If anything he just lets others decisions carry him along, never really making any grand choices for himself. He likes the peacefulness of just being comfortable and relaxed, not the type to take charge or cause a ruckus. Elliot is compliant and obedient in tasks given to him, especially by the student council, and tries his best to be accommodating towards others.
Maybe it's because he's more of an observer, or that his childhood has taught him how to read a room, but the blond can usually tell what other people are feeling. Because of how well mannered he can be, people can mistake him as gullible or easy to trick, when it's quite the opposite. Call it experience or a gut feeling, or maybe a sixth sense, but Elliot can see past most poker faces. Could also be because he has the best one.
Down to earth and grounded, he believes a person can't have their head in the clouds all day and not expect to fall. Thinking practically and judiciously keeps him calm, as well as knowing what the smart and safe choice of action is in any event. Keeping out of trouble and in the best of light comes from this, and he can even try to lead his friends down the responsible path. If he could ever find the will to speak up, that is.
Tying together with his obedient nature, he likes to finish tasks and do them perfectly. He would never want to disappoint someone he cares about, after all. Elliot is the guy to ask for help, because he'll always try to do well enough to be praised.
Even when people don't ask him to do something, he thinks he should probably do it just in case. For instance, making up a schedule for the student council, or taking notes for a friend that missed class. He's the type of guy to bring soup to a friend that's sick, but also the type of guy to bring said friend their homework so they don't get behind. He remembers things about people because he's more of a listener then a talker. So Elliot is amazing with birthdays, remembering if your pet is sick, or that your math test is in two weeks.
Peace and quiet. No stress, no pressure, just him and his thoughts.
Elliot would never ever ever never ever share his social media status with anyone. He's a aesthetic blogger, taking pictures of foggy days and steamy tea cups. Throw in a selfie or two when he's having a good self esteem day. He talks about his day, his feelings of self doubt, and it's really an outlet. Not to mention in a few years he's somehow acquired a few thousand followers. He's much more confident in expressing himself online than he is in real life, but if anyone were to discover his account he'd probably have a panic attack.
While he can't really stand games that are all about violence or shooting or war, he prefers the opposite. Happy games or games that make him feel good are always high on his list. Games with nice plots and bright colors, most of which he plays on his Vita or 3DS. He loves Animal Crossing and Pikmin, and one of his classic favorites is Pokemon Snap.
While he's not wakin up in the mornin feelin like P diddy, he can surely sing about it! His biggest weakness is pop music, lately his fix is Taylor Swift's new album 1989. But he can dig almost everything on the radio, mostly by strong ladies with amazing vocals. One of his biggest secrets is he can rap all the lyrics to Nicki Minaj's Anaconda.
While sweets aren't the worst, the blond likes it hot. Wait, what? I mean spicy. His favorite is Thai food or most south asian cuisine.
Never feeling much of a need to speak up in front of others, especially crowds, Elliot is timid in company. He gets embarassed that he'l stay something stupid, or that he'll stutter, or maybe even something worse. What that would be, he doesn’t know, but he's still nervous about it! So he's reserved around anyone but the people closest to him, and even around them he can get a little sheepish. Ellie will often turn red from embarrassment if forced to talk, or make up a lie to get out of it.
Going beyond timid, in the face of conflict Elliot is a coward. Spineless, even. The smallest hint of danger would make his heart skip a beat. All he can do is think of everything that could go wrong, and then some. The boy is faint-hearted and not heroic at all. While he wishes he could stand up for others, save the day, do any of the things others would be proud of him for, he just can't. The idea of trying to be brave even makes him scared that he'll just fail and embarrass himself.
Sometimes it's just better to give in than to fight it. Ellie just goes along what most others are doing, he's surely a follower rather than a fighter. He's not the guy that takes-charge or will make a big speech of what he believes in. He's just a face in the crowd, going with the flow with his headphones in.
To make things seem better, or rather to get people to stop talking to him, he lies. He's a good liar, he's been lying about anything and everything ever since he was young. Just the smallest things can be a lie, just to make people stop questioning him. Of course he's feels fine. He's completely ok, why do you ask? His day was great. So stop asking and just be fooled by the smile.
Paired with a desire to impress and please, he takes too many things to heart. He agrees with most insults that are thrown at him, but that doesn't stop them from hurting. Elliot doesn't like to admit that he cares so deeply about what others think of him, or that he's so weak to their opinions. He knows he should be stronger and more confident in himself but he just cant get there yet.
This boy is literally a blushing babbling baby mess. Spook or just get the littlest bit too close and he's all atwitter. Sputtering incoherencies, just looking for a way out, but not coming up with the right excuse at the right time. Not to mention he never knows what to say in most cases, maybe because he's running over what he'll say a million times in his head over and over again so he just ends up there staring at you with his face growing redder and redder...
There's nothing that keeps him happier than perfect organization. Everything in its proper place, floors without dust, and a bed that's made and ready for him to get in it. Not to mention that messiness leads to loosing important things as well as less than appealing smells. Neither of which he could sanely deal with.
The very idea of some stronger guy tackling him or throwing some sort of ball at him just makes him flash back to middle school gym classes. Dodgeball. He swears he has PTSD. Elliot care barely cope with someone giving him a friendly pat on the back much less some hulking brute coming towards him with a mass able to crush every bone in his body.
Being a follower most of the time, the worst thing for him is when the people he follows fight. He could never pick a side, and maybe he'll try to be mediator. But he rather just not be involved at all. He goes about his life in an attempt to avoid creating conflict, avoid being noticed. Elliot would rather have an easy life where he can sail through the day unharmed rather than involving himself in any types of fights or drama.
The one time he'll involuntarily reach out for another person is if they're making him watch a horror movie. He'll do anything not to watch it; cover his face in a pillow or someone else's shoulder. He's such a baby, he might even cry if it's especially terrifying.
Elliot recognizes the conflicts in himself. While he might make jokes about how shy and stupid he is online, in reality he doesn't really like himself at all. He doesn't like being a spineless wimp. He doesn't like being bossed around and taking it with a smile. But he just gets so nervous he can't speak, what else could he do? While he slowly tries to build himself an ounce of self confidence, it's surely a trying process to get to like himself.
His mom always reminded him there would be high points and low points, and you couldn't plan for either of them. People were always dying, people were always falling in love, but they both needed flowers. Elliot was raised in an apartment above their family flower shop. His mother was the florist, the creative aspect of the beautiful arrangements, while his father was the brains and the finances that keep them making a profit. Their shop was just on the corner of two intersecting blocks, towards Soho in New York City. With so many people bustling about all the time, if they were opening such a store in a small town they probably wouldn't have lasted very long. But with such an immense population of customers, his mother was right. In the high and the low times, everyone needed flowers.
He was an only child. Call him spoiled or call him a last resort. He developed two prominent things during his childhood; one was a sensitive nose. He could remember his mother closing his eyes and placing a flower beneath his nose, it'd be like a guessing game. Roses were always his favorites, but he would always end up crying because he'd grab them to carry and get cut by the thorns. The other development was a stutter. This one, much less impressive to others. It developed in the middle of elementary school, which was strange considering he'd be greeting and saying goodbye to strangers all day at the store. When the speech therapist said the stutter could have been brought on by stress in this time of early development in speech, his parents acted like they had done nothing wrong. They said they had no idea what could be causing their child to be so stressed, what could be keeping him up at night, or give a good enough reason to why they stopped at only one child.
They screamed at each other all through the night, every night. To everyone, they were the happy couple handing out beautiful flowers. Bright smiles and friendly to every customer, they were a sight to see. They looked like they belonged in a Martha Stewart magazine. In reality, they hated each other. Their happy marriage was short lived because only a few years after Elliot was born did they grow to loath one another. They had enough money, they had a stable job, they had a lovely child, but they just couldn't stand one another any longer. They made excuses to try to make it work. Staying for Elliot, staying for the money, trying to see a couples therapist. It only prolonged the torture on each other and the amount of nights Elliot cried himself to sleep because mommy and daddy were supposed to love each other.
Even when going through years of speech therapy, the stutter staying for middle school. And middle schoolers were cruel. Elliot was relentlessly teased to the point where he would just go the whole day without talking. He didn't make many friends, as most people would mock the way he spoke. He was laughed at when he tried to answer any questions in class, or asked to read a passage from a book. The teacher would try to silence the snickers, but it really was pointless. The stress of being outcast didn't help his situation in therapy. If anything, it just lead him to be more self conscious about more things in his life. His appearance, his stature, the way he dressed, even his name. He questioned all of it, he questioned himself and doubted if he was a good enough human being. Maybe he deserved to be mocked. As a result, he just tried his best to roll with the punches and avoid. The blond avoided any if all conflict. He would eat lunch himself in an empty classroom, or walk down another hallway if he saw his usual bullies. Elliot just tried to get through every day, avoiding, and eventually sunk himself in the internet for support.
He started his blog in his last year in middle school, and somehow that's when everything started to get better. His parents were finally divorced, and by the end of the year everything was split up. Everything except Elliot, that is. They both moved to opposite ends of the city, and to keep him from having to make a choice, send him to Blackwood Academy. There he could live on his own, and by the time graduation happened he'd be off to university. With his parents split up and him getting away from the school and people he hated most, his stutter disappeared. Every once in awhile when he's extremely stressed it could come back, but he could enter his new life unscarred by his old one. Now at Blackwood, his diligence and need to make others proud of him lead him to join the student council and be one of the top ranking students. He struggled with recovery from bullying, but he's diligent in that as well. Elliot gained an impressive online following through the few years he's been blogging, he thinks it could be from the nice pictures he takes. He'd never admit it might also be because he sometimes posts pictures of himself. But in time, he hopes to be more brave, and be able to state his own opinions without faltering.
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