Name: Eliot Lennox
Age: 27 (Looks) 27 (Actual)
Species: Initia
Element: Fire
Rank: Master-In-Training
Face Claim: Hale Appleman

| Persuasive | Clever | Determined | Inquisitive | Brutally honest | Self-centered | Pompous | Neurotic |

BIOGRAPHY

Eliot Lennox, the closest thing Staten Island had to a prince. The first child of an Old Money power couple, the inheritor of the vast family fortune. Followed by Alistair Lennox, second born son and finally the last born daughter, Jasmine Lennox. Well would have been if his family was not afraid of his ‘Kind’. As if being gay was some alien race. From a young age Eliot was not like other children for he had drivers, cooks, maids and the natural draw to fire. Since the youngest he could remember Eliot stared into fireplaces with a visage of knowing. Knowing of the flames intentions, the paths it would take up a log even by chance. It spoke with a calming voice of licks, flicks and the warm presence that he wouldn't receive from his parents.Eliot Lennox, the closest thing Staten Island had to a prince. The first child of an Old Money power couple, the inheritor of the vast family fortune. Followed by Alistair Lennox, second born son and finally the last born daughter, Jasmine Lennox. Well would have been if his family was not afraid of his ‘Kind’. As if being gay was some alien race. From a young age Eliot was not like other children for he had drivers, cooks, maids and the natural draw to fire. Since the youngest he could remember Eliot stared into fireplaces with a visage of knowing. Knowing of the flames intentions, the paths it would take up a log even by chance. It spoke with a calming voice of licks, flicks and the warm presence that he wouldn't receive from his parents.

At the age of five Eliot had his first brush with love and his emotional future, young Eliot had a crush on one of his classmates. Steven Lewis, the boy who sat ahead of him in mathematics.  Eliot would stare at the side of his face for hours, not really knowing why, but enjoying every second of it. He excelled at math simply because he wanted to impress Steven, but when his parents finally paid him some mind and asked how he was doing so well in math. When it had previously not been his strongest subject, he told them of the beautiful boy in his class he wanted to impress. His parents waived it off as just the fancies of a child, but wouldn’t let anything progress from it. The next day Steven wasn’t in class, as a matter of fact Steven wasn’t at school anymore. When he asked the teacher about what happened, she said that Steven had moved to Chicago.  This continued to happen throughout the year, until Eliot pieced together that everyone moved away after he told his parents about the boys he may or may not have crushes on. So he kept them to himself from then on out, or changing the names to those of his female students, keeping his real identity locked up. 

At the age of seven Eliot received his Initia Mark,  signifying that he did in fact possess the astute capabilities of his parents. They were ecstatic; their firstborn was no longer having gay thoughts and would be able to control an element of his choosing. They showered him with praises that they tended to reserve for the birth of new children, like his younger brother and sister. During the party Eliot's parents may have been a liberal with their thoughts on his younger actions when it came to boys. He knew in that moment that to make his parents proud he needed to suppress and control his feelings towards other men in his life. Little did he know that control over his emotions was the first and greatest step people took to being fire masters. 

As the years passed, Eliot became smarter and more capable of controlling his feelings. Proving to master them as he quickly mastered most things in his life. A natural in the way of  gaining new skills in a matter of days where others took months, minutes instead of hours, and sometimes even just a first try. Eliot became popular among all of his classmates for his compassion and honesty when it came to daily life. The fact that he had all of the newest toys all the time also helped speed along his social rise.  This need to make his parents proud took him to the top of every field he could dig his hands into. The light of his parents eyes, he was the top of the world and nothing could shake him. Even the fire pillars from around the front of the  house seemed to jump in excitement when he walked past, flaming a little brighter in every sconce, and burning a little hotter whenever he sat closer to the fireplaces. He felt a kinship with the flames, they were all suppressed to fit the form that others wished of it, just like he had always been. 

On his twelfth birthday Eliot was able to fully  recognize his affinity element. A crimson brand appeared on his back right above his Initia mark. His parents showed even more gratitude and love for their favorite son, but it felt hollow to him. Like most things in the world now, food was leaving a false taste in his mouth, drink never fully quenched him and the world seemed to lack colour. Until he began training with fire masters in N.Y city, he noticed that the flame would convulse in his hands when he was bottling anger and would dance between his fingers when he thought about all the men he had a crush on. This affinity to dance with the fire was something that amazed all of his teachers, and allowed him to quickly surpass all those who were sent to teach him about the flames. For he had always known, fire, felt its intentions, understood the caged life it had.  Eliot would eventually pass all those who would be sent to teach him, to no discredit of his teachers. They wielded fire like a weapon, a tool, a means to an end. Where he understood that fire had its own emotions, not something to be controlled, but something that needed to be coerced into a dance. 

Through the next couple of years, he excelled in his classes both at school and with his elemental teachers. All moments that weren't spent training felt like ages, drudging through a swamp of mediocrity. Until one day where Eliot discovered the colorful and forcefully joyful world of drugs at the age of 16.  He would spend his days at school, evenings with his tutors and weekends in a haze of drugs and bodies. He began to form a deep bond with one of his closest friends Gregory Steimland. He and Gregory were the tops of both of their classes, and they both had a deep love of their new friends Molly. They would spend their study time twisted between each other, Eliot slowly stopped showing up to his classes with his fire masters. He had already out shined his masters and saw no need to continue classes. This made his parents furious. Eliot was in love. With this feeling in his heart he was able to control flames near or far, extinguishing his mentors flames then growing his own. Almost as a show to demonstrate that he was far superior to all of them. 

They were ecstatic for his eighteenth birthday where he would be declared a master-in-training, This pissed Eliot off due to his self entitlement. Why didn’t he get a master rank right away? Not like he had anything left to learn. Eliot was excited for this event to dispute that fact, because he would come out to his parents and entire world. He longed to finally be free from his own prison of fear and anger. 

The day finally came, his eighteenth birthday, there was an aura of sheer joy around the house. His brother and sister were finally coming into their own with their respectful elements, he would be able to tell the world of his love and his parents would have their prodigy child. The moment was arriving, you could cut the energy with a knife, Eliot walked to the center of the large ballroom of his parents manor. Flourishing flames of many different colors, walking with the grace and decadence of a ballerina. The flames dancing with him, bursting with each step into beautiful explosions of flowers, animals and landmarks. He truly was a sight of elegance and power, as he took his place in the center of the room fire dancing around him almost to the beat of a waltz. Eliot began to speak in front of the crowd. “I, Eliot Lennox, have decided to follow my affinity Element Fire and train with my tribe to be a master of fire!” He stopped part way through his speech and pulled Gregory in front of the crowd of high power politicians, lawyers, friends and family. The flames around him grew to tall pillars encircling the two with a harmony of colors and beauty, Eliot declared his love. Kissing Gregory in front of the crowd. Shock and gasps spread through the crowd, Eliot's mother screamed, her voice like a knife cutting through thoughts and speech. His father stormed the stage to rip the two apart. Water splashing down to extinguish all flame’s present. 

Eliot was removed from being the pillar child, but that never stopped him from doing what he loved. His powers with the flame grew exponentially, seeming to feed off the feelings of guilt and pain he felt. That is when he actually felt anything at all, he would spend most of his days tangled with Greg smoking, snorting, or ingesting whatever they could get their hands on.Tho drugs would never stop the sheer determination of Eliot, he continued to excel in school. Even without the help of his parents, where he was accepted into Yale. Full ride scholarship for chemical engineering. His life was starting to feel good again, with Gregory by his side, he felt as if he could take on anything that the world could throw at him. The distance that was building between himself and his parents only helped Eliot become the person he knew he was meant to be. Until one night that began the same as any other had. 

Gregory has got a bad batch of Coke. They both looked at each other, kissed and railed a line, just as they would on a normal Friday night but this time something felt off. Instead of a rush and a feeling of balance that cocaine would usually leave him feeling. Elliot's face began to grow numb, his fingers began shaking and he couldn't speak clearly anymore.Scared Eliot looked up to his love, but he never met his gaze. Gregory laid slumped over the side of the couch, his fingers twitching. Eliot screamed, the candles he had lit in the room busted into white flame, searing the walls, lighting furniture on fire and starting the small apartment on fire. The fire alarms sounded but Eliot couldn't hear anything other than his heartbeat in his ears. Gregory had no heat beat. The sprinklers activated filling the room with steam, quenching most of the flames and cooling his face. Eliot Struggled to hold and drag Gregory from the room, down into the hall filled with other students and families. pleading for help, everyone rushed past him as he tried to haul his dead lover's body out of the apartment complex. No one seemed left in the apartment as he screamed for help over and over. His voice was running harsh. Flames caused by him began to lick the walls in the halfway. Eliot, distorted and feeling too much, started a whirlwind of flames Burning his exposed arms. Licking around him and Gregory. Burning Gregory in his very own hands Eliot could no longer hold his love. Coughing from the smoke inhalation Eliot hit the floor screaming. He managed to stagger to his feet. The smell of his burning flesh filled his nose as he gagged. Taking one last loving look at Gregory he turned and fled.  The whole apartment complex burned down - Eliot = to walk away with some minor burns on his arms and major ones on his legs. 

Days passed without Eliot speaking to anyone, attending classes or properly eating. Everything felt gray, life felt meaningless. He couldn't give up on his younger siblings,mostly his sister.  The only person that still spoke to him in the family. The younger annoying sister that he helped raise, teaching them about his element and how the elements worked together. Years would pass in this haze, spending everyday unconsciously trying to find someone or something to fill the void that would replace Gregory but nothing ever did. These years blended together until one day in particular stood out. Eliot received a text from his father stating that he needed to go and help his sister at an old location. Nothing more, nothing less. Eliot started to freak out. What did Jasmine get herself into now?  He came upon the address with his brother, but what he found wasn't his sister. What stood before Eliot was two men who had shot down his younger sister in a large boat yard. For the first time in what seemed like forever he felt something, Fury. The gunmen both looked at Eliot and raised their handgun, squeezed the trigger… but nothing. Eliot began laughing as he had just snuffed out the fire from the blasting cap the instant they started. 

“Try again boys, I can do this all day” 

They shot again, but this time Eliot stopped the flames in the caps and sent flames licking up the barrel’s to their hands . Burning as hot as they could. The gunmen dropped their weapons which had grown red hot in the matter of seconds, and Eliot was upon them. The fury had roused a dance of fire and fist, ending in Eliot leaving the burning boats and bodies holding his sister. They rushed her to the hospital where he waited to wake her. Holding her hand. Fussing with her hair over and over till she looked perfect in her sweat filled sleep. 
Once his sister Jasmine had recovered from her gunshot wound, Eliot and his father got into a rather large fight. Eliot accused his father of no longer caring for his children unless they benefited him. His title of Heir was stripped once more, his father pushing it into Eliot's head that he was no longer ‘Part’ of the Lennox family line. When Jasmine told Eliot she was receiving work in Evermore city Eliot made it sure he was to come with her. He could train with the Initia tribe there if they allowed him. He was able to protect his sister, grow as his own person and keep the wild party’s going that he loved so much. Nothing was going to stop him from being successful. Not even his family.