Post by Elliot Gates on Jan 14, 2013 15:51:58 GMT -5
Elliot Sawyer Gates
Seventeen, birthday January 19th
Originally from Brentwood, UK
Male
No Clubs
Junior
Appearance:
Elliot has soft, cerulean blue eyes and dark curly brown hair that he tends to straighten on a daily basis (like.. 98% of the time.) He doesn't mind his curls, but he just prefers it straight, or a mixture of the two. He had large round eyes that compliment his other nice facial features. When he smiles, he gets little dimples in his cheeks - something the ladies swoon over, apparently. He's a little shorter than the average male height, coming in at 5'9", but he plans on growing at least three more inches, he was a late bloomer. Generally, Elliot keeps his face free of facial hair unless he's feeling lazy. He has an average muscle tone for his body as well, not too skinny but far from a jock.
His wardrobe is kept relatively simple, consisting of mostly t-shirts and jeans. He spices it up with interesting jackets with weird styles. But that's if he's feeling it. He likes simple.
Personality:
You want Prince Charming? You've got him.. well, almost anyways. Elliot is an old soul. He likes to keep traditions alive such as chivalry and sex. He's a pretty laid back guy who has a strong opinion on most things. He speaks his mind when prompted and can be rather ruthless if he gets to rambling with it. Over all, he has a generally sweet disposition and is a big push over. It's hard for him to say no to people, especially the ones he genuinely cares for. He gets attached to people quickly, and trusts everyone like he'd never been stabbed in the back. He's pretty naive for a seventeen year old boy. -will add more later.
Other:
HE'S ENGLISH. See history, yo. He doesn't drink, but occasionally smokes cigarettes when he can bug an eighteen year old friend to buy them.
Tragic:
This is still under construction, but at least you'll know. It's also not his full background, as most of it was pretty normal until this point.
Elliot: I was fourteen years old when I met her, and little did I know, she was going to stay mine until death do us part. Her name was Ashley Wilkson. She was a bright, beautiful teenage girl with a wonderful personality. How she ended up with just a regular guy like me will always baffle my brain. I worked up enough courage to ask her to the Spring Fling, which at first she said no to. I understood, I was a measly, ugly eighth grader that any girl would not be psychically attracted to. She changed her mind when her original date bailed. We had a great night and when I called her the following morning she sounded all giddy and happy to hear from me. Since then, we grew closer and closer. We were young, and stuck in the infatuation stage for nearly two years. We dated casually off and on, if you call chaperoned by your parents a date. I only saw one or two other girls during that time, but never liked either as much as her. It was about time I admitted how I really felt. At sixteen, I told Ashley that I loved her. I wasn't really sure how she would react to those words, but she repeated them with such emotion that I knew she wasn't lying. She was my stunning, exclusive queen who blossomed more and more into a young lady every day. I also became quite the looker. I figured out a little bit of the fashion do's and don't's, started toning my body, and kept myself rather well groomed. Not to mention that I ditched the retainer and glasses. Everyone said they hid my breath taking eyes anyway.
My sixteenth birthday was the most memorable I had ever had. She had been hinting at the thought in the weeks prior, but I didn't think she was serious about us making love. She did get the thought tossing around in my head. I loved her, So I would do anything for her. <3 She came over to my house after we went to dinner, went up to my room, which was decorated with surprises. She was quick to light the candles around the room, which went well with the black, see-through, hanging curtains around my bed. She told me to go lay down, which I did, as she went into the bathroom. I stripped down to nothing and sat under the fuzzy blanket that had been added to my bed. I'd say she wasn't in there for more then ten minutes before she came back out with my dark red robe on. She looked so innocent, which she was. Well, we both were. We had never even seen each other fully naked before now. She kept it tied tight around her until she got to the end of the bed, and let it fall. She pulled the curtains back, and stood in front of them before crawling beside me and laying on her back. I remember the words she said to me like it was just yesterday, "Elliot, I'm ready, I want us to be the other's first because that's what you do when you're in love. We're going to be together forever, aren't we?" I assured her that was the plan that after graduation, we would go to college together, graduate there, and then get married. We would have two children, Lexi and Spencer. "I love you," Ashley said, pulling me in close to her. "I love you, too." I replied, kissing her. We made love for the first time, and it felt so right with her.
Four days later, her father (who she had abuse issues with on a regular basis) found a text that I had sent her, thanking her for the amazing birthday present and that we needed to make it happen again. The following day, my parents received a call from the Ridgeview County Hospital stating that Ashley was signed in last night. She told the cops, who were I guess called by her neighbor, that my parents were her emergency contact. Why they didn't call us as soon as she arrived was beyond me. The cops told my parents the story on how her dad found the text, and was so angry and upset about it that he went into a rage, slinging glasses at he face and beating her until she no longer had the strength to stand. They received a call from a neighbor who claimed they were screaming at each other and there was crashing sounds coming from inside. Anyway, I don't want to get into anymore details because it tears me apart. When we got to the hospital, she was still unconscious and getting worse by the minute. It killed me to see her like this, my parents advised me not to go in as she was pretty bad. I had to though, I had this twisted and sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that she wasn't going to make it. And I was right. After hours of laying by her side in the hospital room, her heart monitor flat lined. I didn't bother telling the doctors, they would be there soon enough. It didn't really hit me until I came to and they were trying to pry me away from the bed. I tried with all of my strength to stay at her side, but was quickly over powered and thrown out. They tried to bring her back, they tried to save my Ashley, but in the end, nothing came of it. She was gone, with no way of getting her back, no way to see her again. Her father was thrown in jail for domestic violence and one count of homicide and man slaughter. He was sentenced fourty years. He should have gotten life for taking his own daughter's.
My parents decided it would be best for me if I moved. They thought it would be nice if I had a big change with better experiences, so they shipped me off to America. It's not home, but I'm not complaining, I'm rather fond of it. They decided that Foxhurst would be a great place for me, and I've adjusted well.
It's present day, and the pain of losing her had numbed to nearly nothing, but her memory would never leave my mind. I still feel her sometimes, watching me, making sure I'm safe. She would want me to let go and move on. And that's what I've been doing. I found Raine, and everything has come to pass. It's beautiful and simple. Ashley was only my stepping stone to find who I was meant to be with.
