Name: Elliot Doyle
Meaning of name: Would you get mad if I said I used a name generator?
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair colour/style: It looks brown in the picture?
Eye colour: I’m going to take a guess, and say black. Really, really dark brown, in any case.
Skin tone: Skin coloured; no shit Sherlock.
Overall appearance: A big, slightly likeable oaf who can’t read an atmosphere to save his life, and who just knocked over the table in an effort to get away.
Height: 1m 69cm
Weight: Normal for his height
Distinguishing marks: His slightly vacant look, that seems to say ‘You don’t seem to be saying anything important, so I don’t think I’ll listen’.
Favourite clothes: He likes casual things, but doesn’t mind wearing a blazer or formal gear once in a while.
Biography/past (family, actions, ect): Elliot lived a normal life. Seriously. This is supposed to be a normal school role play, right?
Personality:
➸ He’s a little hard to get along with; he seems to say the wrong things at all the wrong times. He’s a coward, no doubt about it, and hides at the first sign of conflict. Actually, he’s more than likely to be the one who set the arguers off. He’s an alright person at heart…heck, who am I kidding? He’s like Satan’s spawn! In a nutshell: he can’t read the emotional atmosphere for shit, is a coward and sets off more people than he calms. He’s also extremely spacey, and prone to lapses in concentration.
Skills: Bad sense of time level six, conjure food level three, conjure more food level one, sissy scream level two, fast flight level two, awkward speech level three.
Flaws: He has a bad habit of walking in at awkward times, or saying awkward things. He is messy, and leaves things scattered everywhere. He only bothers reading if it interests him, though he might not, if he’s in a bad enough mood.
Anything else! He likes Italian food, but doesn’t particularly like cheese, which could be considered odd; he’s a decent cook, and can make food without burning half the building down with it.