Name: Elliot Blumenthal
Nicknames: By some, Eli, but this is generally reserved for grandparents, parents, and paramours.
Family:Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Avatar: Matthew McConaughey
Appearance: Eli stands at a respectable six foot two, weighing in at 180 pounds. His frame, as one might except from a man of his stature, is rather large, his shoulders wide and square, his chest broad and deep. Muscles rope their way about his long limbs, giving him the appearance of a weathered weight-lifter, or a man with a physical-type of job, both true in Eli’s context. His hands are large and calloused from use; his nails would scandalize the local manicurist. Generally speaking, he enjoys wearing nice clothing; white, button-down collared shirts, suit jackets, suspenders, the whole nine yards. Appearing respectable demands respect, in his book. Besides, suit jackets do a much better job of hiding the bulge of his gun-holster then t-shirts and sweaters.
Moving on to his face, we reach the pinnacle of his appearance. Though his stature would demand respect, his face gently asks for it. He is a kind looking man, his squarish face exuding a certain amount of calmness, which is an oddity in his line of work. He is tanned, to be sure, spending much of his days in the hot Southern sun. The skin is unmarred, no scars covering his features, though the occasional stubble does work it's way onto the hollows of his cheeks now and then. His eyes are large and blue, heavily lidded, and placed a fairly normal distance apart, on either side of his nose. The eyes, which are fringed by blond, nearly non-existent lashes, are framed by dark brows which often furrow and wiggle with any emotion the man may be experiencing. Down we go to the nose, which is long and narrow, a small bump in the bridge, then on to the mouth. His mouth is full and often set in a rather roguish, crooked grin, which he uses to disarm potential girlfriend's or the occasional female perp.
A top of his head is a mop of brownish-blond hair (though, more so blond, as the time he spends in the sun increases). The hair, truth be told, bothers Elliot to no end. He has tried it short, he has tried it long, he has tried this style and that. He has tried numerous products in it, but he had come to one conclusion; his hair, does in fact, have a mind of it's own. It simply cannot be tamed. So, he, in a word, has given up. It is now medium length, falling around his ears in haphazard waves. He often has to reach up with his large hand to push the curls back, which gives him a perpetually wind-swept look. Though, in the end, it suits him, giving his suit-and-tie look a more casually cool finish.
Personality: Eli, like his facial features, is a kind, easy going man. Never one to take the time to get upset about the little things, he prefers to take them in stride, a kind of lazy way to go about things. If something angers him, he'll think about it for a moment, wonder what might happen if he fights back, and then will go about whatever means he feels necessary. If something saddens him, he'll ponder the meaning of whatever makes him sad, wonder if his sadness would effect those around him, and then proceed to cry, brood, etc... Just taking one thing at a time, one after the other.
Granted, when problems pile up in front of him, Eli gets frustrated. He, as said, prefers to deal with things singularly, so when he is bombarded by issues, whether at work, or personal, the male will not remain placid. There are two phases of this state, the first called 'broody Eli.' 'Broody Eli' is quiet, dark, and unhelpful. He becomes introverted, snippy, quick to anger. He just wants to be left alone when in this state of mind... and it annoys him when he's not. The second state is called 'Physical Eli.' This is when Eli does just what it sounds like; become physical. He'll hit, slap, kick his way out of his problem, if he has to. Granted, the man has morals... he won't outright bitch-slap the office secretary or his commanding officer... but he has been known to get in fights, and even, only once, has Eli punched a witness for sheer cheek. The man tries to control himself, but sometimes... sometimes, people just don't listen. And when people don't listen, Eli has to tell them to, one way or another.
All the anger and frustration aside, Eli is a typical Southern gentleman. He never curses in front of the lady folk, always opens doors and offers his seat to the elderly, and would happily give up his lunch to the homeless man on the corner. This is perhaps the side of Eli that is most attractive, and the one that gets the most attention from the female gender. And don't let Eli fool you... though he may not seem to realize what he's doing, he does. Because, throughout his gentle tendencies, Eli loves women. What can he say? He knows he's attractive, and he knows his job excites the opposite sex sometimes... but this being said, he is yet to hold on to one woman for more then a few months. Why? Simple, really.
His obsession.
Eli's Achilles heel is the history of the relatively unknown story about a secret power in Georgia. The man gets fixated on the stories often, stories that had been passed down from generations of Blumenthals. Women tend to find his stories... er, a bit childish really. I mean, really... who would believe in people who could control the elements, like fire or water? Well, Eli does, though no one seems to believe
him! This is one of the subjects that causes 'Broody Eli' and 'Physical Eli' to come out. When people don't believe him, when they call him crazy... it's almost too much for a man, who is certain of the truth, can handle. But he knows... he knows one day, his frustrations and research will come to fruition. But until then...
Powers: None
Hobbies:- Fishing
- Smoking
- Reading
- Women (is that considered a hobby?)
- Simply sitting, enjoying the Southern atmosphere.
- His job
- Football
Occupation: Detective for the Roswell Police Department, specifically Homicide.
Extra: Eh.
Parents: - Mother, Lily Blumenthall, deceased due to lung cancer.
- Father, William Blumenthall, residing in Alabama, currently a retired lawyer.
Siblings:- Brother, Jeffery Blumenthal, 30, playing football for the Greenbay Packers.
Other Members: None of great importance.
History: Eli grew up in Roswell, his father, a well renowned lawyer, his mother, a stay at home mom with a vice for cigarettes. They had a happy life... they were the typical southern family. Largish house, fairly well-to-do, active in the community... you know, that sort of thing. Jeff, Eli's brother, was the classic jock. Sure, both Eli and Jeff played Little League as a kid, but it was obvious that Jeff has pure talent, while Eli would likely follow in his father's footsteps (which wasn't something unheard of... the past three generations of Blumenthal's had been lawyers).
At a young age, both Eli and Jeff were subjected to stories about secrets buried deep in Georgie, secrets about powers and lies and brotherhoods, and men who had tried to ruin the Blumenthal's for their knowledge. Jeff, who was a bit more simple then Eli, quickly disregarded the stories as stupid, childish. But Eli... of whom his father favored... began to believe what his father told him to be true. As the years progressed, while Jeff was playing football in high school, Eli favored the sport of reading and learning (and dating. He may not have been a jock, but he was still sought after in school). You would think, that with age and schooling, that Eli, like his brother, would have forgotten the stories... but he didn't. The more he read, and the more he learned, the more he realized that what his father had told him could be
real. Those old stories could explain a lot more then the fact that his father liked to drink a bit... they could explain numerous deaths in the past century, numerous events deemed 'supernatural'.
It was all feasible.
So, as the years progressed, Eli grew up, went to college, and, unlike his father, decided a career in the criminal side of 'law and order' suited him better. He was soon a a cop with the Roswell P.D., and even sooner he was promoted to detective at Homicide. Normally, the way the young, talented cop was going, he would soon be promoted to an even higher position in the ranks... but his obsession with the stories his father had told him kept him down... perhaps it was because of his occasional rants about supernatural going ons, or the fact that he blamed the occasional arson fire on men who could spew fire out of their hands. But, y'know, that could be a guess.
So, he resides in Roswell today, still struggling to become a better detective, and to let people know that he's not crazy.