TASKER, ELIJAH

Elijah Tasker.

Twenty-four.

Male.

England.

When you cut out the lights and lay down at night, what do you see? Is it your past memories flashing throughout your mind, or is it the palpable yet enigmatic darkness that rests deep within your soul? Perhaps its the fear of death, and a reflection of your expression of terror as you contemplate just how close the end is. Elijah is as enigmatic and mysterious as darkness itself, with a certain undertone that could suggest he may be the devil himself.

Elijah is a slender man cotton fluffy hair and maroon eyes with a smile that reeks of sarcasm and uncertainty. Dressed in a leisurely tailored blue suit and sun undershirt, atop that he wears a faded black overcoat that tells a tale, perhaps from before he even entered the game itself. There's alot to be said about his pedestrian yet shady appearance, and needless to say the slender death dealer doesn't care much at all.

Provided the typical approach to the battle is taken, Elijah typically finds himself within close proximity of his enemy, usually off at an awkward angle from which his next move is hard to predict. By clenching his fist, his is enraptured in a snaring violet aura before his fist is unleash, dealing devastating damage to the afflicted area. Cocked back in a fashion suitable it resembles a haymaker though used in a sudden situation.

Used at a moment's notice his body flashes a bright burst of molten before his foot lashes out twice, both in two specified and accurately placed kicks to two corresponding places in an incredibly sudden motion, usually used when an extremely wide opening is given.

How do you describe a man pained, in anguish, suffering from a weight that breaks his shoulders with every step? It's nothing something easily explained, let alone understood, but needless to say in his every waking moment it appears that he lacks something, a certain something that would give him the happiness he so desires.

POSITIVE

• Mature.
  
• Honest.
  
• Intelligent.
  
• Lucky.
  
• Nonchalant.

NEGATIVE

• Pained.
  
• Apathetic
  
• Murderous
  
• Arrogant
  
• Lustful

Childhood? Elijah didn't exactly have one of those. Growing up in the streets of England, there weren't alot of things that were available to him, not alot of opportunities, let alone those that even an innocent child could enjoy. While most of what occurred in the background of his childhood remains anonymous, needless to say none of it was ideal for a child of his age.

His teenage years weren't much different from his childhood years, though it was the catalyst of him striking the pot of gold, and suddenly becoming a man of rich stature. His grandfather passing away and being traced down its lineage to himself, the tuxedo and gold tie was what he found himself wearing at the age of nineteen. Though, what came with this sudden enrichment and what people followed?

He's found himself yearning. After many years of living on opposite sides of the spectrum, staring death in the face, and watching those that he loves pass away, his heart has been crumpled up into a ragged desolate shell, where only darkness rests. Needing an outlet away from the company he only oversees, he turns to Sword Art Online, where he's received an anonymous letter from an old friend thought to be dead, asking him to join.

Things only got worse when he joined SAO, though. When he joined he didn't expect things to get better, but he certainly didn't expect them to plummet any further than they had. Discovering that Kayaba had trapped them in a false reality, it didn't hit him like it hit his childhood girlfriend, who then took her life by jumping from the edge of the first floor. After weeks of contemplation it's finally occurred to him that change is imminent, and that to survive he must develop his old persona into his new one: a man of death.