Post by lin on Jan 19, 2009 21:41:25 GMT -5
Thomas Elliot
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Full Name: Thomas Elliot
Preferred Name or Nickname: Hush. Or Tommy.
Original/Canon: Canon to DC comics
Age: 35
Date of Birth: April 2
Main Character Classification
Power(s):
First and foremost Thomas Elliot is a surgeon, bringing not only a remarkable intelligence but a skill at performing various medical procedures.Beyond that Elliot has honed his aim. His aim is remarkable, making him extremely deadly while wielding his preffered weapon: twin M1911.45 caliber pistols. Pair with this marksmanship his excellent fighting abilities, and Hush is a true threat to even Batman. He has spent many years training in hand to hand combat and various martial arts-though he still is yet to match the prowess of Bruce Wayne.
Sexuality: Hetero
Side: Evil
Hometown: Gotham
Current Residence: Gotham
In Depth
[/i][/color][/font][/center]Eye Color:
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Height: 6'3"
Body Type: Muscular
Distinguishing Marks: Various scars, usually hidden
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle: Anything fast and pricey.
Personal Style:
Hush always wears a trench coat “…nearly generic. Presumably on purpose.”. Under it, he sports a tight body suit, black with red lines and a red H. Around his waist is a belt, stocked with pouches for his weapons. But the true capper to his ensemble is his face, wrapped entirely in bandages. The bandages stick to his face, leaving his neck uncovered. Likewise his mouth, nostrils, and eyes are left clear for obvious reasons. The bandages hide his appearance admirably, giving his features sharper edges, accenting everything about him. As Elliot, he simply dons an expensive suit and calls it a day.
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[/i][/color][/font][/center]Likes:
"Winning. At anything."
"Performing surgery. It is my gift after all."
"Aristotle. I have a good appreciation for using his famous quotes-philosophy is an intriguing art."
"Opera. It is a lesser known passion, but no less important. The passion of it, the art, the perfection behind each note…every piece of an opera has a purpose-remember that."
"A good fight. Nothing fills me like feeling a skull cave beneath my hands. I feel so…powerful."
"Money. Not in of itself, but in the ways it can be used. I don’t like money for money-I’m not a greedy jerk like some of those other freaks-but I do appreciate what it can get you."
"Being alone. Not alone alone of course, but I mean being the only one on my level. I like having pawns around me, and I like having little competition on the mental playing field."
"Games. Of any type. Sports, board games, you name it-I’m there. I will win. I will enjoy every moment."
"My jade necklace. Odd, isn’t it? A symbol of my mother, so precious to me…but have no fear: it isn’t because it reminds me of her-it’s because it reminds me of why I am who I am, reminds me of my hate, my strength, all thanks to what I did. It also reminds me of my failure. My first attempt at murder wasn’t thorough enough and I had to put up with that witch for years afterwards…I won’t make that mistake ever again."
"My guns. Power. That’s all I have to say."
Dislikes:
"Bruce Wayne. I will kill that man."
"Having anything taken from me. Even if I don’t like it, no one takes from me. It simply isn’t done. I don’t do well with insults."
"Anyone who presumes to be above me in any manner."
"Harvey Dent. As if Gotham needed to clear out its corruption. Isn't it painstakingly obvious that corruption gives Gotham wings? Its elite can take advantage of that!"
"A surprise. It gets me off balance, takes some control away from me. I hate that."
"All these second-rate villains running around Gotham. What are they called? Oh yeah: gimmick villains. All I need is two guns and some gauze and I can screw this town up. Not some stupid theme to everything I do. Freaks. It’s cheap, that’s all it is. No class."
"My parents. The memory of them, the mention of them, anything. You can’t imagine having to go around pretending I loved them-and, worse-that I missed them. Nothing beats the moment where I got to admit I was the one who freaking killed the worthless people."
"Rap music. I miss the days where everyone appreciated some good Chopin or Saint-Saens. You know, real bloody music. "
"Trash t.v. There could be good minds out there getting ruined by MTV. Not that I really care, but a piece of me does hope that someone will wake those dumb kids of America up. "
"Being called crazy. Being called anything less than genius really. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not obsessed with flaunting my intelligence like some of my cell mates, but I do like to have my genius recognized. Nothing gets under my skin faster than someone telling me I’m wrong, or stupid, or something like that."
Strengths:
"Well, there is Thomas Elliot's renowned gift in surgery. I can even perform feats upon myself. Astounding, isn't it?"
"My aim is impeccable."
"My money. It's my most valuable strength, and one I worked damn hard to get."
Weaknesses:
"My temper I suppose."
"I do supposably have a warped perception...I call it rugged determination, but others say I just can't let things go."
"I am a hair obsessive. This goes back to the rugged determination thing I suppose, but I think it goes beyond even that. Sometimes it bothers me, my tunnel-sight, that all I can see is what I want. I know that I let details slip when I get like that...so focused...too focused..."
Dreams for the Future:
"Kill Bruce Wayne. Destroy his life."
"Settle down again...pick up my practice full time..."
Fears:
"Poverty"
"Losing"
"Death. Even I can’t fix that-for myself at least…"
Hero(es):
"A mob boss. Any of the successful ones really. Using money and intelligence to gain power that puts them above the law. Inspiring really."
Biggest Secret(s):
"I am Hush."
"I killed my Dad, and tried to kill my Mom. Then I really killed her."
"That I am fallible."
"I do scare. Just not easily. Wouldn’t do to have everyone knowing that though now would it?"
Personality:
A single soul dwelling in two bodies…
Thomas Elliot. Picture everything you know about Bruce Wayne-now put it in a mirror and you, essentially, have Thomas Elliot.
”Think like your opponent. Act like your opponent would.”
Elliot has always believed in this, even as kids he told Bruce to think more like that. It was the way things were. Kill or be killed, a dog-eat-dog world sort of thing. Although Thomas has taken it to a height far beyond merely surviving… Since becoming Hush, Thomas has become obsessed with being the epitome of Batman’s rouge gallery. He takes everything that all of Batman’s enemies would do-have done-and combines them with everything he expects Batman to do, and uses them against him. He predicts his enemies moves, plans for them. In a game of chess he has each move plotted before his opponent’s hand has touched their first piece. He ponders everyone’s next move, physically and mentally, ready to catch a punch or react to a witty remark. Not only is it about pondering your opponent’s move, it’s about lowering yourself to their level. Elliot has no low he won’t reach, and he will literally become his enemy if that is what it takes. This shows that he will do anything to win. He has completely lost whoever he once was all to get what that young boy wanted so desperately: revenge on Bruce.
”Evils draw men together.”
Is this, then, why Elliot himself turned evil? Because he knew that the villains could be more easily manipulated than the high class of Gotham’s elite? Regardless, it is true that Hush has used evil to bring evil men together. This is because Elliot is a manipulator. He knows what makes people tick, and he uses it to his advantage. It isn’t about ‘good’ or ‘evil’ for Elliot, it is about reaching his goal. And if that means using scum like the Riddler, so be it. In truth, it’s the part that Thomas loves, this manipulation. He adores seeing a plan come together just right, enjoys seeing people act like the perfect pieces on a game board that he’s overseeing. Life, for him, has become a game…
”We should behave to our friends as we would wish our friends to behave to us.”
Ironic, since Elliot has no regard for a life. Somewhere along the line, the doctor’s views on a human life skewed, seeing it not only as something he controlled with his scalpels, but something that could be tossed away as easily as a used napkin. Killing takes no effort from him, it is simply an action. Hush doesn’t even need to tell himself it’s ‘necessary’, he honestly has no qualms at all about it. No excuses because there’s no need for them-he is above the normal human life. He has the right to throw them away.
”I told you once to give it back, or I’d hurt you so bad—“
Violence is, of course, the answer. To many things. Although he is an intelligent man, Elliot has mastered his body and relishes a chance to use it against anyone. And he does find many opportunities to use it when paired with that temper of his. Thomas gets angry faster than anyone on Earth. His pride is infamous, and anyone who touches it in any way is sure to pay. His temper often gets the best of him, though it won’t distract him from his plans it will certainly lead to more. His notorious temper always leads to a grudge. Thomas holds the most ridiculous grudges for the most ridiculous amount of time. Not only that, but the events are taken entirely out of proportion. Drop a milkshake on his shoes and suddenly you are on Thomas Elliot’s hit list. The most common outlet for his anger is, however, blame. He will blame anyone around him for his own failures, and then-watch out! Working in harmony with his tendency to hold grudges and take things severely out of proportion, Elliot will seek anyone out that he feels is responsible for something that went wrong, and hold it against them until he is satisfied with revenge, unable to be swayed by any sense of reason.
”You don’t get to peek behind the curtain…yet.”
Finally, Elliot is a man-somewhere. Oh, he is vain and obsessive, and his grip on reality is…lose…but he does maintain something many inmates lack: a vague sense of sanity. He wants the normal things-love, success, that sort of thing. He just has an odd way of trying to get what he wants. ‘Hush’ really is a hobby. Because he sees nothing wrong in what he is doing, he truly believes he will simply return to his old life after killing Batman/Bruce-although he will no longer pretend to like his parents, and possibly he will let himself be more like…himself, but other than that, life will be just as it once was.
Father: Anthony Elliot
Mother: Jade Elliot
Sibling(s): None
Children: None
Other Family: None
Close friends, known associates:
Bruce Wayne-childhood friend
History:
Born to two thrilled parents, Thomas Elliot was sure to be the ideal male heir to the Elliot fortune. His parents were…well, miserable people. Mr. Elliot was a drunkard, rumored to abuse his family, and his pathetic mother, so like the common thieves who would do anything for money-only she sacrificed her dignity, the worst thing you could do. Thomas felt the brunt of his father’s aggression as well, but he turned in anger to his mother, begging protection, for her to stand up. Afraid of losing her wealth if she angered her husband, Jade Elliot simply handed Thomas the works of Aristotle, telling him to memorize that and making him recite phrases when he was being beaten, or when he was angry with his father. That was the worst part: having only Aristotle to cling to as his face was pounded in by his drunk father. Finally Thomas could take no more. He cut the brakes on his parents car, insisting the driver take the night off, watching in victory as his parents drove off, oblivious, into a rainy night…
Bruce was the first to find him. On that bridge…”There’s…there’s been an accident.”. That was it! He had done it! Thomas was doing all he could to hide his inner glee. He had been there to hear his father pronounced dead. The utter victory he felt…it was indescribable. But Bruce-damn him-he made a promise: that Dr. Wayne would do all in his power to save them. That he would save them. Although Mr. Elliot died, Dr. Wayne successfully saved his mother. The damn woman. It was horrible. The grief-not at his father’s loss, but at his own failure to kill his mother, was almost unbearable. More days with his mother hovering over him! And now without a father to at least put her in her place! No more would he have the solace of seeing his mother beaten! Now she was free…all on her own…all because of the Waynes. Because of Bruce.
It was summer camp where Thomas really snapped. He was there with Bruce, another boy did…something…Thomas can’t even recall what-but he attacked him. Thomas beat that boy as good as he could. He may not remember why he snapped, but he had an idea: Bruce. Naturally. Bruce had ruined him once of course he would do it again! He had somehow made him attack that boy…somehow landed him in a psych ward. But he was quickly released, returning to Gotham to find Bruce’s parents had been murdered. Thomas was…jealous. So jealous. When he reached his teens his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Ever playing the role of dutiful son, Thomas tended to his mother. But meanwhile he befriended Peyton Riley.
Mrs. Elliot did not approve of Peyton, and her arguments with Thomas over the friendship grew so fierce that she, after making a full recovery, had him removed from the will. Enraged, Elliot murdered her, meanwhile Peyton was doing the same to her lawyer as well as abolishing the new will. The world would think only that Mrs. Elliot had died in an unfortunate household accident. Thrilled at his long awaited victory, Thomas decided to mirror his old friend and rival, Bruce, and go globe trotting using his deceased parents money. He relished the time around the world, estranging all his Gotham friends in the process, but soon returned to America to attend Harvard med to become a surgeon.
Still it wasn’t enough for Thomas. He set up a successful practice, but meanwhile held a grudge against Bruce. Elliot returned to Gotham, becoming another 'favorite son', though always in the shadow of Bruce. His grudge grew and grew, and he took one more trip around the world: this time to become a human weapon. When he returned, he was ready. Ready to extract revenge upon Bruce Wayne.
Now he has created his personna of 'Hush', recalling the lullaby his mother would sing and how he hated it, and also in light of how he wants to keep his actions 'hush hush'. After all, Hush isn't ready to confront his enemy just yet...for now he keeps to the shadows, hoping to form alliances and learn Bruce's secrets...willing to do anything to take him down.
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as Thomas Elliot on Why so serious
It had been a while...quite a while...since Thomas had stood in the shadow of Wayne. It was something he had sworn to himself he would never do, yet here he was: hovering in the dim moonshadow of Wayne Industries, dressed in his finest, staring up at the monstromental tower. Humbling. That's what this was. His mind cast about for a moment, struggling to find comfort in this, to see it as a good thing. But here, in his enemy's shadow, he could see it only as Aristotle did: a vice. Humility was weak, and Thomas Elliot was anything but weak. So he returned to the description that got him here to begin with: a necessity. This had to happen. He had returned to Gotham, and he was bound to be muddling about in the shadow of the Waynes anyway-why not do it where he could get close to good old Bruce? Where he could learn about his enemy? Here he found a quote: "I have no friends and no enemies-only competitors." The quote in of itself wasn't perfect-Wayne was more of an enemy than a competitor certainly, but he could take solace if only in the fact that Bruce was more competitor than friend-and that he, like Aristotle, had no friends, and one enemy...the rest...he smiled to himself: pawns.
Elliot had only been back for a week or so, keeping his return to the manor hush hush so to say, It had been a hard decision, tearing himself away from his accustomed and blooming practice, but the knowledge that he was finally ready to take on Wayne...well...that was irresistable. After a year or so of travelling the globe, honing his fighting skills, his planning skills, he could at long last have his revenge. He glowered at the tower, hating it for who built it, for who owned it, and most especially for who was in it right now.
But he had to get himself together. Of course the childhood friend-best friend of Bruce Wayne, suddenly returned to his hometown, was bound to be thrilled at this reuniting with his old chum. Thomas would simply have to once again sport the facade that he was friends with Bruce. He had done it successfully with his mother for years, surely the time it took to take down Mr. Wayne would be nothing in comparison? He smiled, comforted by this thought.
The party was perfect of course. All of Gotham was bound to be just through those doors. He would be recognized after a bit, and a big announcement would be made, and Bruce would be thrilled, and maybe they could plan a time for catching up...yes...a nice tour around Bruce's penthouse (apparently the idiot had torched his mansion) where Thomas would be free to analyze the flaws of the area, free to see how he could get in, screw with Bruce's mind. That was the plan of course, to screw with his head before he killed him. It was thanks to Bruce that Tommy had put up with his mother all those years. Years of suffering all because Bruce made that stupid promise...'My Dad will save them Tommy...'. Even today, all those years later, it rang obnoxiously through Thomas' mind in a sing-song voice. Oh yes, Bruce would pay. Thomas Elliot was going to make sure that the man felt each and every year of torture he had endured tenfold.
But tonight...tonight was more about his reintroduction, not his revenge...yet. So he had donned one of his numerous designer suits-he didn't know who the designer was, nor did he care-he cared only that the price tag was...outrageous. His messy hair was pushed back from his face, and, now, his warm smile had found its way across his face. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Thomas Elliot was back....
And so the man stepped into the building, found his way easily to the area the party was being held, and found himself a corner, content to people-watch....yes, people-watch...how useful it was! Here he could start to find the flaws, those who were close to him, those who were easily manipulated....no, he shook himself, this was not about revenge....that was certain to become his mantra throughout the evening.
He slipped casually through the crowd, seeking out a good conversation, drink, partner for the evening, or-ideally-all of the above...
Elliot had only been back for a week or so, keeping his return to the manor hush hush so to say, It had been a hard decision, tearing himself away from his accustomed and blooming practice, but the knowledge that he was finally ready to take on Wayne...well...that was irresistable. After a year or so of travelling the globe, honing his fighting skills, his planning skills, he could at long last have his revenge. He glowered at the tower, hating it for who built it, for who owned it, and most especially for who was in it right now.
But he had to get himself together. Of course the childhood friend-best friend of Bruce Wayne, suddenly returned to his hometown, was bound to be thrilled at this reuniting with his old chum. Thomas would simply have to once again sport the facade that he was friends with Bruce. He had done it successfully with his mother for years, surely the time it took to take down Mr. Wayne would be nothing in comparison? He smiled, comforted by this thought.
The party was perfect of course. All of Gotham was bound to be just through those doors. He would be recognized after a bit, and a big announcement would be made, and Bruce would be thrilled, and maybe they could plan a time for catching up...yes...a nice tour around Bruce's penthouse (apparently the idiot had torched his mansion) where Thomas would be free to analyze the flaws of the area, free to see how he could get in, screw with Bruce's mind. That was the plan of course, to screw with his head before he killed him. It was thanks to Bruce that Tommy had put up with his mother all those years. Years of suffering all because Bruce made that stupid promise...'My Dad will save them Tommy...'. Even today, all those years later, it rang obnoxiously through Thomas' mind in a sing-song voice. Oh yes, Bruce would pay. Thomas Elliot was going to make sure that the man felt each and every year of torture he had endured tenfold.
But tonight...tonight was more about his reintroduction, not his revenge...yet. So he had donned one of his numerous designer suits-he didn't know who the designer was, nor did he care-he cared only that the price tag was...outrageous. His messy hair was pushed back from his face, and, now, his warm smile had found its way across his face. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Thomas Elliot was back....
And so the man stepped into the building, found his way easily to the area the party was being held, and found himself a corner, content to people-watch....yes, people-watch...how useful it was! Here he could start to find the flaws, those who were close to him, those who were easily manipulated....no, he shook himself, this was not about revenge....that was certain to become his mantra throughout the evening.
He slipped casually through the crowd, seeking out a good conversation, drink, partner for the evening, or-ideally-all of the above...
What can your character do to enhance our site, and how will it be included in the plot/story. Please think carefully and remember, know Mary sues etc. Even the superheros have faults. This part of the application is very important as we only want the best role players join our site.
Thomas Elliot would provide an excellent drive to various plots. As Hush, he would work with villains, encourage plans, and directly challenge heroes. As Thomas he would have interaction with civillians. Because he is such a plotter Thomas is a character that can go many directions, making him an easy addition to any plot.
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