Eliot Finkle, Human
Status: Approved
Mod Notes: None
Player Name: Brad Petry
Player LJ: b_radwick
Player Email: brad.petry [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/YIM/etc.: AIM: spyderpetry
Character Name: Eliot “Eli” Finkle aka E Fizzy
Character Type: Human
Abilities: Eliot is a normal human being who is a self-taught computer nerd of moderate skill. He’s also a fairly decent DJ.
Age: 19, almost 20
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Eliot looks much younger than his 19, almost 20 years of age with a slight build and almost cherubic features.
PB: Michael Cera
Personality: Eliot isn’t naïve so much as he’s in denial about certain things. He knows and understands that bad, scary things happen in the supernatural world but he doesn’t ever think that things like that happen to people like him. Reporters aren’t part of the news, they just report it.
Eli is a bit of a spazz, often stuttering or sticking his foot in his mouth as he searches for a reply to a question or a situation. While inquisitive and intelligent he’s easily flustered, excited, or scared. He tends to babble a lot when talking, especially when he’s apologizing or talking about a topic he’s interested in. He also has a bit of a habit monologuing to himself, often out loud.
While he’s no hero Eli is a good person at heart, the type of person that would help an old lady being mugged even realizing that it’s going to end badly for him because it’s just the right thing to do.
When Eli gets interested in something, he tends to become obsessed with it. Star Wars, comics, the supernatural, and computers are just a few examples of his obsessions. Never really fitting in back home, Eliot’s obsessions are in part a search to find something to belong to that accepts him.
History/Background:
Eliot grew up in a small town in Minnesota to two normal, everyday parents. He had one older brother and one younger sister whom he got along with relatively well. His older brother is a bit of a jock and his younger sister an academic, both of which Eli feels he has to live up to.
Not very popular in school he took refuge in books, mostly fantasy and science fiction novels, particularly those with vampires and werewolves. These were especially fascinating to him because the law that had granted them legal rights had been passed only a few years earlier. The characters in his books weren’t just fiction, they were real. He soon devoted a vast majority of his time to determining which myths were true and which weren’t.
Eli eventually combined two of his loves, web design and the supernatural, and created the Minnesota Arcane News (MAN) at the age of 16. The site was crude and earned him more than a little ridicule for it’s “reporting”, but it was none the less the first thing that he had created that he felt he cold be proud of, something that neither of his siblings or any of his peers could have done (not that any of them wanted to).
The older Eliot got, the more serious he got about the website. He became more interested in actual journalism and the site got better. Eventually it won several small internet awards and earned a small amount of money from advertisement. Deciding that supernatural reporting (or preternatural biology, he wasn’t sure which), was for him Eli graduated from high school and left the great state of Minnesota and headed for California. While he loved, Minnesota was even less a hotbed for supernatural activity than it was for normal human activity and had, at times, made reporting on supernatural activity difficult.
Attending an online community college to get his general classes out of the way, Eliot lives in the basement/guest house of a family in San Francisco as he continues to make the (newly renamed) San Francisco Area Arcane News (SFAAN) into a legitimate online publication. In order to make money on the side, Eli has a DJ business under the name of E Fizzy, a persona he created for himself while practicing with a turn table in his room back home. Despite being rather skilled, Eliot is not in quite as high demand as he would like to be.
RP Sample:
This was definitely not the place to be, which meant that it was exactly where he wanted to be. This was the sort of thing he had come here for, to interview real life supernatural creatures. No, not creatures, that was offensive. Beings, supernatural beings. And now he was face to face with an actual wererat.
“So, uhhh, a wererat, huh?” he asked, passing his microphone to the creature in front of him. He’d arranged the meeting through a friend of a friend. Or rather, through a friend of an acquaintance since he didn’t really have any friends. He’d had to climb into the sewers and take all sorts of twists and turns to get here, but finally he’d found the rat.
The rat gave no response to his question.
“Oh, right, of course you are,” he said, giving a nervous laugh. “I mean, you’re obviously a wererat since you’re a rat right now. And that wasn’t even a question, really. Stupid question, Eli.”
Pulling out his small notebook, he thumbed through the pages until he came to the list of questions he had written down. He always wrote down questions because if he didn’t, he tended to say stupid things.
“So, how did you become a wererat?” he asked before realizing he was still holding the recorder towards the rat. “I mean,” he corrected, bringing it towards his own mouth, “How did you become a wererat?”
Passing the microphone back, the creature just squeaked.
“Okay, a little shy, that’s okay. Let’s start with something easier, less personal. What’s your favorite food?”
More squeaking.
“You’re just a normal rat, aren’t you?” he said with a sigh, flipping closed his notebook. This was typical. The intrepid reporter pursuing a lead that turned out to be nothing but a prank. He bet Walter Cronkite or Anderson Cooper never had to put with this sort of (literal and metaphorical) shit. Still, it was worth it, if every once in a while he got an actual lead. This job wasn’t about the glamorous life of a reporter, it was about reporting the news, reporting the truth, about bringing the supernatural community home for the average person.
It was also about getting your New Balance sneakers covered in crap.
Turning around Eli came face to face with a shabbily yet oddly clean dressed man. He tried to scream in surprise but all he managed was to let out a frightened squeak that the rat would have been ashamed of.
“Hah, that’s not a bad rat greeting ya got there,” the man said, smiling what seemed like a fairly friendly smile.
”Uh, thank you,” Eli sputtered. “I, uh, I practice it every night. Well, not every night, just a few nights this week. That would be kind of weird to do it every night, right? I mean, who practices rat greetings? Unless you’re a rat or a wererat, of course, then it would be perfectly natural.”
“Hah, you’re funny, boy,” the man said, giving Eli a hearty slap on the arm. “You must be that reporter, right? Don’t know why you wanted to meet me in the sewer but I know your kind is rather odd.”
“Meet you in the sewer, I thought-“ he started before realizing that implying that he thought the man would want to meet him in a sewer just because he was a rat might be offensive. “Umm, I thought it might really set the mood, you know? Give the interview some ambience who when I write it, the reader really feels the environment, you know?”
The man looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. Eli gave a sigh of relief, this was going to be a long interview.
Mod Notes: None
Player Name: Brad Petry
Player LJ: b_radwick
Player Email: brad.petry [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/YIM/etc.: AIM: spyderpetry
Character Name: Eliot “Eli” Finkle aka E Fizzy
Character Type: Human
Abilities: Eliot is a normal human being who is a self-taught computer nerd of moderate skill. He’s also a fairly decent DJ.
Age: 19, almost 20
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Eliot looks much younger than his 19, almost 20 years of age with a slight build and almost cherubic features.
PB: Michael Cera
Personality: Eliot isn’t naïve so much as he’s in denial about certain things. He knows and understands that bad, scary things happen in the supernatural world but he doesn’t ever think that things like that happen to people like him. Reporters aren’t part of the news, they just report it.
Eli is a bit of a spazz, often stuttering or sticking his foot in his mouth as he searches for a reply to a question or a situation. While inquisitive and intelligent he’s easily flustered, excited, or scared. He tends to babble a lot when talking, especially when he’s apologizing or talking about a topic he’s interested in. He also has a bit of a habit monologuing to himself, often out loud.
While he’s no hero Eli is a good person at heart, the type of person that would help an old lady being mugged even realizing that it’s going to end badly for him because it’s just the right thing to do.
When Eli gets interested in something, he tends to become obsessed with it. Star Wars, comics, the supernatural, and computers are just a few examples of his obsessions. Never really fitting in back home, Eliot’s obsessions are in part a search to find something to belong to that accepts him.
History/Background:
Eliot grew up in a small town in Minnesota to two normal, everyday parents. He had one older brother and one younger sister whom he got along with relatively well. His older brother is a bit of a jock and his younger sister an academic, both of which Eli feels he has to live up to.
Not very popular in school he took refuge in books, mostly fantasy and science fiction novels, particularly those with vampires and werewolves. These were especially fascinating to him because the law that had granted them legal rights had been passed only a few years earlier. The characters in his books weren’t just fiction, they were real. He soon devoted a vast majority of his time to determining which myths were true and which weren’t.
Eli eventually combined two of his loves, web design and the supernatural, and created the Minnesota Arcane News (MAN) at the age of 16. The site was crude and earned him more than a little ridicule for it’s “reporting”, but it was none the less the first thing that he had created that he felt he cold be proud of, something that neither of his siblings or any of his peers could have done (not that any of them wanted to).
The older Eliot got, the more serious he got about the website. He became more interested in actual journalism and the site got better. Eventually it won several small internet awards and earned a small amount of money from advertisement. Deciding that supernatural reporting (or preternatural biology, he wasn’t sure which), was for him Eli graduated from high school and left the great state of Minnesota and headed for California. While he loved, Minnesota was even less a hotbed for supernatural activity than it was for normal human activity and had, at times, made reporting on supernatural activity difficult.
Attending an online community college to get his general classes out of the way, Eliot lives in the basement/guest house of a family in San Francisco as he continues to make the (newly renamed) San Francisco Area Arcane News (SFAAN) into a legitimate online publication. In order to make money on the side, Eli has a DJ business under the name of E Fizzy, a persona he created for himself while practicing with a turn table in his room back home. Despite being rather skilled, Eliot is not in quite as high demand as he would like to be.
RP Sample:
This was definitely not the place to be, which meant that it was exactly where he wanted to be. This was the sort of thing he had come here for, to interview real life supernatural creatures. No, not creatures, that was offensive. Beings, supernatural beings. And now he was face to face with an actual wererat.
“So, uhhh, a wererat, huh?” he asked, passing his microphone to the creature in front of him. He’d arranged the meeting through a friend of a friend. Or rather, through a friend of an acquaintance since he didn’t really have any friends. He’d had to climb into the sewers and take all sorts of twists and turns to get here, but finally he’d found the rat.
The rat gave no response to his question.
“Oh, right, of course you are,” he said, giving a nervous laugh. “I mean, you’re obviously a wererat since you’re a rat right now. And that wasn’t even a question, really. Stupid question, Eli.”
Pulling out his small notebook, he thumbed through the pages until he came to the list of questions he had written down. He always wrote down questions because if he didn’t, he tended to say stupid things.
“So, how did you become a wererat?” he asked before realizing he was still holding the recorder towards the rat. “I mean,” he corrected, bringing it towards his own mouth, “How did you become a wererat?”
Passing the microphone back, the creature just squeaked.
“Okay, a little shy, that’s okay. Let’s start with something easier, less personal. What’s your favorite food?”
More squeaking.
“You’re just a normal rat, aren’t you?” he said with a sigh, flipping closed his notebook. This was typical. The intrepid reporter pursuing a lead that turned out to be nothing but a prank. He bet Walter Cronkite or Anderson Cooper never had to put with this sort of (literal and metaphorical) shit. Still, it was worth it, if every once in a while he got an actual lead. This job wasn’t about the glamorous life of a reporter, it was about reporting the news, reporting the truth, about bringing the supernatural community home for the average person.
It was also about getting your New Balance sneakers covered in crap.
Turning around Eli came face to face with a shabbily yet oddly clean dressed man. He tried to scream in surprise but all he managed was to let out a frightened squeak that the rat would have been ashamed of.
“Hah, that’s not a bad rat greeting ya got there,” the man said, smiling what seemed like a fairly friendly smile.
”Uh, thank you,” Eli sputtered. “I, uh, I practice it every night. Well, not every night, just a few nights this week. That would be kind of weird to do it every night, right? I mean, who practices rat greetings? Unless you’re a rat or a wererat, of course, then it would be perfectly natural.”
“Hah, you’re funny, boy,” the man said, giving Eli a hearty slap on the arm. “You must be that reporter, right? Don’t know why you wanted to meet me in the sewer but I know your kind is rather odd.”
“Meet you in the sewer, I thought-“ he started before realizing that implying that he thought the man would want to meet him in a sewer just because he was a rat might be offensive. “Umm, I thought it might really set the mood, you know? Give the interview some ambience who when I write it, the reader really feels the environment, you know?”
The man looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. Eli gave a sigh of relief, this was going to be a long interview.