Kidd, Elliott Mackenzie

ELLIOTT MACKENZIE KIDD




I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS
NAME/ALIAS: Noelle / Kidd
AGE: Sixteen
TIMEZONE: US Eastern
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Elliott Mackenzie Kidd
NICKNAMES: Elli, Kidd
SEX: Male
AGE: Twenty Three
HOMETOWN: New York City, NY
BIRTHDAY: December 24, 1985
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ETHNICITY: Euro-American Mutt
MEMBER GROUP: Citizen
JOB: Architectural Designer
YEAR (if student): N/A


THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Garrett Hedlund
HAIR: Auburn
EYES: Green-Hazel
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'11'' - 148 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Lean / Average
CLOTHING TYPE: Whatever he fancies.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: N/A.

TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES: Winter, Hot Drinks, Rainy Days (and being outside during them), Lightning, Cities, Scotch, Old Books, Vintage Photos, Old Cars, Mafia Movies (The Godfather, Good Fellas, etc), Drawing.
DISLIKES: Inactivity, Obnoxiousness, Hip-Hop/Rap, Confinement, Strong Perfumes/Colognes, Confrontation, Insecurity, Indecisiveness.
STRENGTHS: Confidence, Eloquence, Passive Nature.
WEAKNESSES: Alcohol, Late Hours, Late-Sleeping, Epilepsy.
HABITS/QUIRKS: Workaholic; All-nighter.
FEARS: Confined Spaces, Abandonment, Seizures.
HOBBIES: Drawing, Long Walks, Taking Photos, Listening to Music, Rural Drives, Reading.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Elliott is not exactly quiet, but he isn't quite the socialite, either. He tends to stick to one or two very close friends, and a little group of acquaintances, or work-related connectees. In his own company, Elliott is resigned. In the presence of others he displays polite interest, usually genuine. In other words, he isn't the sort to hide an opinion, no matter how offending it may be. If he doesn't like you, you'll know; he won't hang around. Otherwise he is witty and observant, concerned and affable.

LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: Vince Kidd (50|Deceased); Rhonda McLaughlin(47|NYC)
SIBLINGS: Julia Marie Kidd (21|Chicago|Journalist)
OTHER FAMILY: None to note.
PETS: August, a Giant Schnauzer
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None (Bachelor Status)
OVERALL HISTORY: Elliott Mackenzie Kidd was born to Vince Kidd and Rhonda McLaughlin on December 24th, 1985, in New York City. Two years later, his sister, Julia Marie was born; and together they lived a fairly normal life. To the public eye they were pleasantly taken care of - Vince was a Drafter, and Rhonda was a schoolteacher of English, giving both children good bearings and a well-off upbringing. They wore good clothes, ate good food, and never really knew poverty. However, Vince Kidd was fond of the drink, and they were occasionally victims of physical and mental abuse. None of this was intentional, or uttered to the public, so very few outside of their household were aware.

Elliott attended private school through his Elementary and Middle phases, and in his Highschool years he went to the Stanton Institute of Architectural Design, moving on to a firm once he graduated. Eventually, though, a firm in Chicago, ILL. caught his attention, and he recently made the move there. He's enjoyed his life so far in the Windy City, and expects to in the future.

WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
CUSTOM MEMBER TITLE: the ARCHiTECT
RULE PHRASE: What a shame we all become such fragile broken things.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

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The day had been long and hard enough at the office for Elliott; but that didn't mean that the work had to end with the closing of the architectural firm's doors. Actually, to him, it never did. He brought all of his work - sketches, drawings, elevations, skeletons of buildings - home with him, and continued on them there. When he wasn't working, he was out walking the city like a phantom, immersed in his own thoughts or the conversation of some acquaintance or the other. Sometimes he read, or drove out of the vibrant city of Chicago and into the countryside. But tonight would not be one of his free nights, one of the nights he actually got sleep. As he arrived at home, the bounding and yowls of August, his companion, could be heard. Elliott lived in a second-floor full-flat on Belmont Avenue; one large enough for himself and the Giant Schnauzer to live in. It wasn't grand, but his matter of moderate wealth was obvious. He didn't overindulge or anything. The Schnauzer nearly knocked the poor man off of his feet as he entered the cozy place; nearly scattered the pile of tracing paper and large fold-out sketches he had rolled under his arm. "Easy, tiger," he laughed, setting his things down and allowing the canine a few moments of blissful attention. After feeding August, Elliott got to work. He spread the drawings on the diningroom table, after knocking everything else, including a candlestick trio, onto the floor. He stood with his arms open wide, knuckles bled white by the lack of circulation as he clutched the edges of the surface for support. He sat, staring blankly at one of the drawings before him, suddenly noticing his dissatisfaction with it; and that insecurity irritated him. Elliott slammed the paper down and, grabbing a pencil, began to draw large arcs and straight lines - stretches of bold and light ones. This would be a masterpiece, whether it was destined from the start, or not..

CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND

THIS HURR APPLICATION WAS CREATED BY FOR THE WINCHESTER ! OF CAUTION. THE TITLES ARE LYRICS FROM THE SONG 'MAYBE TOMORROW IS A BETTER DAY' BY THE FAHMAZING BAND CALLED POETS OF THE FALL. THIS CODE WANTS TO BE USED, BUT DON'T ABUSE IT. BASICALLY, YOU CAN CHANGE THE COLOURS, BUT DON'T EFF WITH IT ANY MORE THAN THAT AND DON'T TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF!

CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND

THIS HURR APPLICATION WAS CREATED BY FOR THE WINCHESTER ! OF CAUTION. THE TITLES ARE LYRICS FROM THE SONG 'MAYBE TOMORROW IS A BETTER DAY' BY THE FAHMAZING BAND CALLED POETS OF THE FALL. THIS CODE WANTS TO BE USED, BUT DON'T ABUSE IT. BASICALLY, YOU CAN CHANGE THE COLOURS, BUT DON'T EFF WITH IT ANY MORE THAN THAT AND DON'T TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF!