Scott Eliott's Questionnaire

I live in good 'ol Chicago and it sucks, though, to be fair, I have to stay there only because I go to uni there. The great University of Chicago in the department of Biochemistry and molecular biology. I would leave the first chance I get but frankly the university is too useful to me. One day I may get a breakthrough in my personal research so I stay. My appartement is ugly and smell like weed due to my roommate, Jake, who despite having a near zero attendance still kills it at the finals. He smokes all day, which comes in handy when I come back with questionable items or...anyway.

The apartment is actually quite big, one of the contract gave me enough funds to afford a bigger one and I invited Jake to follow, he's a great alibi gotta be honest, plus he's a real one, if I need he covers for me (we don't look alike at all, he's asian) but life is good. 

Mostly from my contracts, due to the nature of my uni studies I can't really focus on a job, the school ask too much of me and then, there's the contracts I have to go on, makes me wanna hit my head on the floor during finals week. Anyway all the money I get from all that suffering get used in some important purchases, like old negatives for my 1890's camera and a few other things. I collect antiquities and old piece of technologies and since they cost a lot, well, it seems like the correct thing to do. 20 000 dollars each month goes up in smoke in those purchases. Oh and of course the rent for the three room apartment. because that's also important.

We should probably spend it on interior decoration, the flat looks like a junky hideout.

My ambition,uh. A lot to say, too little time to say it. 

I, the great Scott Elliot, aspiring master shapeshifter, wants to bring all the evildoers to justice.

I'm not doing to hot on that quest so far, BUT, I can shapeshift pretty easy, it does give me a little headache from time to time, but nothing in this life is free, right ?

To rid the world of evil doers I'l have to find a way to first stop harbinger from coming into our world, without those things causing problems on purpose we'll just also get rid of the weird monsters and thus no more strange death and horrible fates, then perhaps i can get onto healing the world from it's violent people, maybe if I changed the human genome O can make people no longer agressive and we'd have a nice little society...

That sounds too magical, too unlikely.

But a

hey, it's less an ambition and more a dream, i'm only eighteen I got time.

When I was seven, my dad took me to a festival. Back then I lived deep in the countryside and my life was very boring. The festival was one of those war reconstitution but everyone was very chill and parading in their time accurate costume, it was about one of the world war. Anyway. My dad took me there and while he introduced me to some of his friends I also got introduced to a lot of old things that would soon become my passion.

Why was it a defining event you might ask? well because, as I was being introduced to a whole new world of incredible things came my grandparents, furious beyond reason about what my dad had done.

See, my mom comes from an Amish community. I wasn't supposed to see this world until I was eighteen but my dad, bless his soul, just couldn't accept that I would grow up without knowing the world I lived in. 

In the end he screamed a lot at my grandparents and that's the last time I ever saw them, my dad took me away and I never saw my mother again either. When I tried to contact her last year she returned the letter saying that she was ashamed of the action of her husband and of me and didn't want to see me again. 

That didn't do anything to me though.

I am just built like that, trauma or not, I would have signed that contract.

Three people, easy.

My dad, Douglas Eliott, a man passionate about a few things : World war one and watches. He can spend hours locked in is office working on a new clockwork project. After my mother told him to fuck off he has sent a lot more time with me, and frankly my upbringing was absolutely awesome, he took me to water parks and the such every summer and spring break and during winter we'd visit his parents in Seattle. The weather was shite but we had fun. My dad <3

Jake Nguyen, my roommate, is the funniest man I know. He spends days at the flat playing video games on his horrible computer in his room (that look like a fucking rave party), he often smells like weed (or sweat) but he make absolutely killer pork caramel and nems. When we get to work in the kitchen no one and nothing can stop us from cooking absolute fire food. (I'd shoot the first harbinger walking into my apartment if they interrupted our cooking).

Sonja Ozinski, my first girlfriend. It ended badly, she was actually a lesbian. Now when we meet eachother on campus we avoid looking at each other to avoid making it weird. It's sad because we were good friends before. I think she avoids me out of principle but honestly when she broke up with me I didn't resent her or anything but perhaps showing up drunk to her sorority and begging for a second chance was a bit out of line on my part. She can't be hating me because of that, right? no...

Before I left the community my childhood was uh...well I don't really remember, I was very young you know.

I remember a few things though, playing with the other kids in the dirt, running around, falling in a pond, getting scolded, the usual shenanigans little shit like me get into. Cold winter and fireplace, warm homemade pie, everyone dotting on me and the other kids... But frankly, I don't really have fond memory, only a mix of vague moments.

Once I left things went faster, my life found new colors and sounds. To a small child it was hard to understand why suddenly I couldn't see the rest of my family, but I soon found out that i may have lost a family but I found a new one. Gotta see the best to every situation or something.

My father is a good man and I hope nothing happens to him like the shit show that happened to me, as for my mother, Ida Eliott, I don't know. She couldn't have been that great if she abandoned us like that. Hard to say, I don't consider her my mother anymore, much less my "mom". My father remarried a few years back to a nice woman called Thelma I was already in high school, and if I ever had a angsty teen phase it was already behind me when they met, She did a lot for me when I left for college. She helped pay for my first appartement rent and for groceries, she stayed on the phone with me until late at night when Sonja left me...

Anyway, once out of the community I quickly discovered the wonderful world of "School" and quickly grew to fear it. At first it was because I was behind the program so kids poked fun at me, then it was because I worked so hard to get back on track that I got ahead of everyone, then it was just general distrust for my classmates, then I got to high school and I began to think "it is what it is, you can't always win them all" and all was smooth sailing from then on. 

The secret technique to survive being bullied is just to ignore that you are being bullied, can't get sad if you don't know you should be.

Jake told me weed wasn't enough and I should go to therapy, he may be right.

As I said before, my first ever girlfriend was Sonja Ozinski, she was also my first ever breakup and my first ever time I got so drunk I don't remember how I ended up at the police station, the last two events happened on the same day.

I'm sure I was in love, she wasn't.

The long answer though is that our love began on a sunny afternoon in october that year. We had been invited by friends to go to a bowling alley. We met that day and quickly hit it off. We had great chemistry, awesome inside jokes and frankly we had the same music taste and overall personality. For two month we stayed at that. We were great friends, no need to try to be something greater.

Then she told me that she was in love, and I was too. So it seemed like the logical thing to get together officially.

No one was surprised and everyone was happy for us. But then things began to change, she spent less and less time with me and more with her other friends. Then she confessed that she cheated on me, with her "best friend", Veronica. 

My life was in shambles man! I had lost my best friend, who was also my girlfriend, to a chick named "Veronica", what is that ? What kinda basic ahh name is that? You know I took it very well.

Like any sane man I began crying and asking why she did it, I don't remember most of what she said because I was so devastated.

Fast forward to the evening, learning that she is at a party at her sorority. Jake and I were getting drunk playing some good 'ol Carcassonne, when he received a text from his sister asking him to come pick her up. We might be college student but between 10 p.m and 5 a.m there is not a single braincell working in our skull. 

I went with him to make sure they wouldn't get into troubles, I see Sonja and Veronica talking outside. I go into full drunk mode and start falling to my knees and begging for a second chance while she looks very uncomfortable and leave. 

The next thing I remember I am in a cell at the station for disruption of peace.

You think I need therapy ? nah...