Elijah Caz

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Elijah Brendan Caz


Walton Goggins

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~*Full Name: Elijah B. Caz

~*Alias: None

~*Age: 87

~*Race: Vampire

~*Gender: Male

*Appearance: Eli looks to be in his forties, with a receding hairline and the telling signs of wrinkles. He has a thin frame, standing at 6'0, and weighing 170 pounds. This vampire favours simple clothes, never standing out in the more grimy parts of town, though he couldn't be said to be dirty. He's always composed and moves with a calculated calmness.

~*Personality: There are two sides to Elijah and it's sometimes difficult to discern which is the real him and which is the front.

The Saint- Eli dedicates much of his night to preaching to the less fortunate in the rundown Crossroads Christian Church. He organizes blood drives to donate to the local hospital, only keeping enough for himself to quench his thirst. He's incredibly slow to anger, preferring to talk matters through and reach an understanding, be it with vampire, werewolf, or slayer. In truth, Caz has avoided involving himself with the vampires at all, sticking to his own way and that of the ministry.

The Sinner- Caz is always looking for an angle that will benefit him. Since he doesn't have much of an allegiance to anyone, that means he's willing to play ball with whoever will yield the best results. When required, he doesn't take issue with killing and had quite a bit of practice in the past. He's a cold thinker, never running into a situation without a plan, and has a habit of blackmail and selling information.

~*History: Eli was born in a small town in the state of Tennessee in 1925. His parents were farmers, which in turn meant that he was a farmer. Growing up in the 1930s was difficult, especially when the crops failed. People didn't have anything, and his family was no different. When the farm had been made useless by the drought, food was becoming an issue. It was when Eli's father came home with ill-gotten goods to feed his wife and son that the boy realized sometimes in life you just have to take what you want to survive. It was a lesson that would stick.

At eighteen, Elijah enlisted for World War II. He never had the proper schooling to make officer, but found himself comfortable with his position in the infantry. He was a good shot, having practiced for years on the farm with a rifle and tin cans. Of course, there was plenty difference between a man and a tin can. If there was one thing he had been ashamed to admit, it was that he never lost sleep over what he had done. In fact, Eli slept like baby every night.

Eventually the war had to end. When it did, Eli came back home with some medals and stories, as well as brothers that he never had. The same old farm was waiting for him when he returned home, but the boy wasn't taken by the thought of following in the steps of his father. He wanted an education, and wanted something more than the daily routine that his father's life would give him. After going to Europe, returning to that way of life was insufferable. He was essentially disowned for that decision, as his aging father could no longer handle the workload or afford extra help.

He had connections through his friends in the war, which brought him to New York. It was here he was employed in some shady business deals that started as simple delivery jobs and escalated into more 'hands on' intimidation tactics. The money was good, and hell, it beat a twelve hour shift on the farm any day. As far as Eli was concerned, he was simply working for bad people against other bad people, keeping the status quo. Not that any judge and jury would care about his skewed sense of ethics. Which meant he ended up visiting prison quite often for charges of assault, theft, and several outstanding warrants to encompass the two. Needless to say, he kept on the good side of influential people as an associate for the Visconti crime family.

Fast forward to Eli turning forty, and things take a paranormal turn. Upon his release from prison, the Visconti family had changed considerably. One vampire had ensured the longevity of the family, to take their place above all others within New York. Before he knew what was what, Elijah himself had been turned unwillingly, doomed to serve as a cursed being for those he had helped loyally for decades. He held a bitterness in himself, feeling betrayed by those he trusted. A long life didn't interest Eli. He missed the Tennessee sunrise that was stolen from him, and that he would never be able to go back to. Resentment grew, and he eventually abandoned the family, heading back to the homeland. Soon after, the Visconti family was slaughtered by werewolves, robbing Elijah Caz of his vengeance.

Decades passed. The story grew of a Tennessee serial killer grew, and in that time Eli mastered his abilities and learned of his limits. As the story grew, he attracted the attention of police and an ambitious hunter that happened to be a detective as well. She eventually confronted Eli on an old wooden bridge in the dead of night, just past his father's farm. She was beautiful as she was deadly. In truth, she would have ended his life in the scuffle, if it hadn't been for his dad coming out of the house with a rifle. At that distance it was hard to say if he could see who Eli was, but regardless his appearance distracted the hunter. Eli took the opportunity and gripped her by the throat. His father shot him in the side, causing him to release her momentarily. He shot again, and the vampire vanished into the night.
Hands soaked in borrowed blood, he reflected on events. Tennessee belonged to his childhood, tarnished now by his own parasitic impulses. If it was something to hold onto, the memories, he'd think back on them at a distance. He could never go home again. His parents finally passed shortly after his departure.

Returning to New York, the vampire volunteered at a rundown church at night. He fed and watched over the homeless that took shelter, preaching hope and salvation, all the while keeping an eye on the movement of vampires and werewolves. Over time he has gained an understanding of the fragile situation, deciding his own place within the feud.

~*RP Sample: From Deep Six, sci-fi

Everything was quiet for a moment. It reminded him of space mining, how he was all alone with his thoughts. It reminded him of how alone he really was. God...

Eli stumbled forwards, leaving a blood streak on the wall he had been leaning on. He managed to catch himself before smashing into a table, gripping the side of it with all his strength to get steady. His shirt was damp with crimson, and he knew he had suffered internal injuries from the big baddy. Took it down in style though...only problem was now the lil' ones were going in to finish what was started.

Eli raised his gun hand and coughed violently against the back of it. More blood. How much more did he have left to bleed? What a fuckin' way to go...here he thought the woman would be the end of him.

He allowed himself a subtle smirk as he collapsed onto a computer chair and spun to face the room entrance. Black could hear them now. Dozens, maybe. Little bastards were ready for a full course meal out of him. Aw, if only things would be so easy...

The ex con strained to focus his eyes on the entrance, lazily raising his pistol forwards. 
"Come n' get it...'cause I'm all outta cigarettes n' I'm gettin' tired of hide n' seek..." Eli growled, tightening his grip on his weapon.

He thought about them for a moment. His cousin, the rock doc, the boss, and her...thought about them one last time before the first ugly popped its head into view. Eli lodged a bullet into its pretty little head, adjusting to fire at the next and the one after. After two minutes of gunfire, shouts, and struggle, everything returned to silence.

Just like his mining days.

Optional

*Likes: Humanity. Certain hunters. Red wine. The church. Power.

*Dislikes: Vampires. Werewolves. Certain hunters.

*What you want to see happen to your character: Essentially building a relationship with others, good and bad.
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