elison, skylar jude

[skylar jude elison]

skylarjudeelison.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm deliaseucharis,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 15 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 2 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the nerdy one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Skylar Jude Elison
nicknames , Sky,
age and year , Sixteen, Second Year
sexual preference , straight/not sure
birthday , march eighteenth, 1994.
style , Kodona
occupation , Student.

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5’ 11”
weight , 120
tattoos and piercings , He has a septum piercing he's had for two years. As for tattoos, he has a sun design etched with chestnut ink on his left hip.
best feature , Skylar’s eyes are a strange, piercing, sapphire blue. In the summer time, when his skin is darkened by the sun after a long winter of paleness, his bright eyes become even more noticeable.
general , Skylar has a soft baby face. His eyes are a sweet, sky blue reflection on a clear lake. His gaze is heavily lashed, with dark smudges, indentations of poor sleep beneath them. His eyebrows are short and shapely, heavy and masculine with a nearly feminine form. His skin is soft and flawless, gently rounded with a hint of growing masculinity and a sharp jaw. There are no freckles or discolorations anywhere on his skin other than two ugly scars running the length across the underside of his wrists. The scar tissue is a dead zone, light against the darkened hues of his skin. Skylar's lips are small and feminine, and add to his adorable nature when he smiles.

His hair is long all around, black with hints of brunette, with a bleached blonde patch atop his crown. It is an ebony curtain cascading to his shoulders, his bangs full and artfully cut, sweeping out of his eyes but hiding his forehead. Skylar’s shoulders aren't very broad, and he's very slender and feminine-like. He looks a little fragile, his body very skinny with no fat and only hints of muscles, carefully shaping his anatomy.

He wears a more mature style of Kodona, with 1920’s American, Edwardian, or princely influences depending on the mood he is in. He likes wearing vests and newsboy caps together, and short knickerbockers with flowing jabots. His favorite brand is Alice and the Pirates.
playby , Tiago

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , sweet things, nature, reading, sleeping (when he can), tea, stories, myth, science, oranges.
dislikes , Getting called Mexican, math, meat, alcohol, his father, OTT sweet
strengths , Very amicable and easy to get along with. He's extraordinarily deep and empathetic. Skylar is consistent in his loyalty and friendliness.
weaknesses , He's stepped on a lot because of his nature. Skylar has problems with controlling his anger and being violent when he isn’t meaning to be. He also tries so hard not to be the victim in life he tries not to appear vulnerable, making it impossible for people to help or connect to him.
fears , Becoming like his father, His father ignoring the restraining order and coming back for him, spiders, becoming again what he once was; a terrible, lost, depressed, angry person.
quirks , He curses in Portuguese, He smiles when he's nervous, messes with his septum piercing a lot.
secrets , He wishes that he would have had a normal life.
how , In junior high, Skylar met two girls who were interested in Lolita fashion. They gave him sites to look at, led him in the right direction with showing him lots of information on brands and styles. He was fascinated with Kodona and loved the idea of looking princely and noble. He introduced it to his grandmother, who was wary at first, but came to love how well dressed her son was, especially when they went out. He became more polite and gentlemanly, the fashion bringing out a side of him he had almost forgotten.
general , Skylar's a little shy, with an oddly quiet smile, and an ever-present friendly expression. He doesn't have a hard time getting to know people. He’s good-natured and takes to most people easily. He feels a certain dedication and loyalty to everyone, even if he's dead tired, feeling miserable, ready to just pass out and forget about everything-- if his grandmother asks him for a hand with something or a friend asks for help, he puts on a grin and is more than happy to. He pretends to be happy all the time, even if he isn't--especially if he isn't. He's stepped on a lot, trodden over and exploited. Simply put, upon the ground he shrugs, gets up, and tries again. He's brave and honest.. He just wants to reach out a hand for anyone who needs it, because there was no one there to help him when he needed it most.

His grandmother is a superstitious old woman, his mother's mother and his only living relative he knows about and who knows about him. In her own way she loves him, but treats him as an adult rather than a child. He's out a lot to be outside. He usually sits outside at nighttime, just thinking, just coping. His past plagues him more than he shows. He's a very self-reliant boy, but he still searches for someone to make him feel whole. He feels abandoned and forsaken and tries to make up for it by being there for anyone, his friends, people he doesn’t know. Skylar almost lost himself once. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else.

Skylar has crippling issues with anger and anxiety. He can become violent if he isn’t trying to, and sometimes doesn’t realize it. It is something he inherits from his father. He can be frightening when angered, and this is amplified when he is under the influence of drugs and alcohol.
He can also over think his emotions and actions if he is left alone, especially after he has interacted with someone. He often becomes depressed when he stays up late at night, unable to get any sleep because his mind won’t shut up.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , São Paulo, Brazil, and Leeds, England.
family , Mother - Leila Elison (nee Azevedo), deceased
Father - David Elison, unknown, presumably alive
Grandmother - Yara Azevedo, legal guardian
pets , None. His grandmother is allergic to most animals.
best memory , When he was fourteen, waking up in a hospital bed and realizing he was actually alive.
worst memory , When he was eleven, and he heard the news that just a few rooms away, his mother had died.
history , Skylar was born in Leeds, England, to his London-born father David, and Brazilian immigrant Leila Elison, his wife. Leila wanted Skylar born in Brazil, but was overridden by David, who didn't want anything to do with Brazil. He kept on postponing any trips Leila wanted to make to São Paulo, to visit her mother, and to show off Skylar. David began to aggressively retaliate, threatening his wife at first before, only a year or so after Skylar was born, to hitting her.

Every time he bruised her, he promised never to do it again. Leila said she was going to take Skylar and leave. David told her he would kill her and Skylar if she even tried. Trying to protect Skylar, Leila stayed, with the time between David's attacks of rage dwindling as time passed.
Finally, Leila was able to convince David to go with her to Brazil, to see her mother. Skylar was three at the time, a constantly sick but happy child. They spent a week there, before David took Leila and Skylar back to Leeds almost by force.

Things began to get worse after this trip. Skylar was constantly passing in and out of the Emergency Room, infected with disease and fever, his health progressively dwindling. The hospital bills piled up, and David and Leila were evicted from their house into a dingy flat.
When Skylar was five, David lost his job and all income was postponed. Skylar was getting ready to go to school, and though his health was getting better, he was still in the hospital at least five times a year, mostly for regular check-ups.

David, out of work, lazing around at home, was worse than ever before. Leila's situation was getting worse, abused by her husband, but with no way out it seemed to her. She had no money and nowhere to go.
She got a job, minimum wage, working overtime to try and provide for her family. Skylar was starting school and was a blissfully unaware child, caring and kind, helpful and helpless in the way children are. He liked to watch cartoons, especially the ones that were on late at night. This started his liking for anime.
David was the stay-at-home Dad, though he mostly wasted Leila's wages on drinking and pot, spiraling downward and taking everyone with him.

In second grade, Skylar began to notice the gravity of his situation at home, for he was thrust directly into it. It didn't take long for Leila to notice the marks on Skylar's body, cuts and bruises everywhere. He lied and said they were from sports, afraid of his father. As her and her son's battering became progressively worse, she collected bits of money, saving up until the end of Skylar's fourth year at school, and taking off the next day on a plane to Brazil.

They spent the summer there, in São Paulo with Skylar's grandmother. Skylar was no longer such a sickly child as he'd once been, but he'd seemed to have passed it onto his mother.
When Skylar was ten, he and his mother returned to Leeds, against his grandmother's orders to stay in Brazil. He started school a month later than he was supposed to, and his mother got two jobs. They lived in an apartment complex well away from where they used to live, daily scanning crowds, terrified they'd see David.

Skylar clung to his mother, desperate for safety. It was just them for another six months, his mother getting weaker and sicker, before David found them.
Crazed, drunk, enraged that they'd left him, he beat Skylar's mother nearly to death. Skylar barely escaped his father's wrath.
His mother wasn't so lucky.
Sent into the Emergency Room for her wounds, the doctors found something much worse lurking beneath the surface; cancer.

Leila's mother flew up from Brazil when Skylar called her, begging for help. His mother was taken to a hospital, Skylar had been missing for days from school, and his father had just been arrested for armed robbery. His grandmother scrambled to gain custody for Skylar, while her daughter slowly began dwindling away, hooked up to machines.

Skylar's life was a mess. He was scarcely 11 years old and his mother was dying, his father was in jail, surely awaiting prison, and he was living in a hotel with a grandmother he barely knew.
He was scared and became reclusive, silent in school, lost his friends.

His life took a while to sort out. His father was sent to prison for a long time on multiple felony charges. His mother lasted another month before dying, the cancer too far along in her body for her to be saved. His grandmother gained custody of him and they lived in Leeds for the reminder of Skylar's school year, and however long it took for the adoption papers to filter out.

They traveled to Brazil for the summer, and Skylar begged to go back and live in Leeds when his Grandma suggested they remain in São Paulo. She sold her house in Brazil, and in the middle of the summer, returned to Leeds and bought a house there, enrolled Skylar into a different school district, and got a job.

Skylar became very accident-prone at these times. He was always doing dangerous things, lashing out at people, breaking bones and becoming anti-social. He stopped sleeping at night.
When he was thirteen, he was mostly occupied with comic books, anime and manga. Further alienating himself at school, he became the strange kid, the anti-social one, and acquired few friends in junior high school. He would abuse himself with alcohol, using it as a crutch and a razor, often drinking so much the night before he'd wake up drunk.

It wasn't until he was 14 and sent to the emergency room by his grandmother for alcohol poisoning, his wrists slashed, blood everywhere, did he realize how deeply he'd hit rock bottom. He realized he was becoming his father. And he never, ever, wanted to be like that.
Slowly, he began emerging from beneath the icy surface of anger, hate, and misery. Hetried to be kinder and friendlier to people, and discovered others who were interested in anime and manga. He met a few girls who were interested in Lolita fashion, and it was not long before he became interested himself. He began healing in this new fashion, realizing how many beautiful things there were in this world. Skylar would spend hours and hours in meditation, walking around his neighborhood, coping with his past, slowly becoming able to life with himself.

He enrolled in Mille-feuille Academy after junior high, after his grandmother had saved up more money for his education. He became a kind person, always smiling, happy when he didn't feel like being happy.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , here comes the sun, do da doo doo
sample post ,

The weather had been extraordinarily fair for the past few days. This morning, the sun's warmth had spilled into Skylar's dorm and awoken him from a pleasant, if short, sleep, with the gentle touch of a mother.
He arose peacefully, the dark circles beneath his eyes not fully brightened. Turning over, he saw the electric clock on his night stand, which in dimmed neon green read 9:30.
Smiling, he rejoiced in the fact it was Saturday. No lessons, no homework until tonight or tomorrow, and certainly no definite time he must rise from his dorm, dressed and ready.

After laying in the softness of his white sheets for a few minutes, Skylar decided it was time to get up. His bare feet hit the hardwood floor with a soft thump, his dark gray, too long pajama pants cushioning the soles of his feet. Skylar stretched and yawned silently, looking around at his roommates. Most were already gone, probably to the dining hall for brunch, but some were still resting in their beds. Skylar quietly tip-toed to the door, leaving the room without a sound, careful not to disturb his few still sleeping roommates.

Skylar made his way to the dressing rooms. He opened the door and walked in, waving hello to another boy who was taking his clothes from one of the many numbered closets before them. Skylar approached his closet, number 24, and carefully searched for an outfit for today. He dressed in one of the curtained stalls along the far wall, combing his hair into place and rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes after he was properly dressed. Grabbing his bag, he left the stall and the dressing room, his tall shoes clip-clopping on the hardwood floors.

Skylar didn't feel much like going to eat. He wasn't feeling hungry, nor particularly social. He waved and chatted with various schoolmates in the hallway, complimented outfits and asked about homework. He became tired of this small talk fast and quickly climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, which would most likely be empty, for classes were not in session at this moment and there were no assemblies going on.

Though he may have preferred the gardens, what Skylar truly looked for was solitude, and he would not find it there. He made a beeline for the auditorium, with its vast ceiling and harmonious acoustics.
It was empty, as Skylar assumed it would be. An immense silence fell over him as the door slammed behind his thin body, finalizing the vastness of the room before him.

Almost shyly, Skylar traveled to one of the seats near the middle of the room. He sat in a comfortable leather chair made of dark wood, and breathed deeply. Sweeping his hair back from his eyes, he took a moment to admire the great stage before him. It was wide and perched high above the seats in the audience where Skylar sat, made of light, strong wood with rich velvet curtains on either side. It reminded him that he'd been wanting to see a play on stage for a while now; it had been so long since he had seen The Importance of Being Earnest four years ago. He smiled at the nostalgic thought, reliving memories of the comedy.

Skylar was about to open his bag and take out a book to read, when a noise piqued his interest.

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okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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