Elliot Arden Aliènè was born on the very edge of October, born on the oh-so-famous Halloween. Considering his father's lack of emotion as his two children we're being born, it was obvious to tell that one of them would inherit his warped genes, and resemble to sociopath he'd come to be.
In this time and day, Elliot couldn't really tell if that was a good or bad thing, for he never longed to be normal. But then again, he never thought about it. Elizabeth was to be focused on later, this was Elliot's story, so we shall focus on the demented boy's life.
Elliot, lucky boy, showed the first stages in his toddler years. His mother worried about his particular behavior and why he had a habit of snapping off the limbs of his sister's dolls, and fiddling with them for his amusement. After a few times, she concluded to "brother-sister brawls", because it soon became clear this was nothing like it. What she had feared was coming true, one of her little babies was a sociopath.
I would be lying to say that Madeline Aliènè didn't try everything known to man to try and rid him of this abnormality. But the disorder insisted on staying, and through the constant treatments and therapeutic lessons it happened to get worse. He found no interest in the usual childish things, instead he insisted on reading adult novels, and books on philosophy.
He was irrational, making decisions at random, never really stopping to think of the consequences. Never really caring. His family was his only limit, not ever stopping to think at the extent of others. He found normal people "fascinating". Subjects worthy of diverse studies in their habits and ways.
Elliot never put himself in the "normal" category. He always knew, he would never be normal, and frankly didn't make too much of a fuss about it. He began convincing his parents to by him journals, claiming in his manipulative ways, "that it would help him feel like he fit in". Using these journals, he sat outside, often at the roadside were most people were in the vast city, walking on sidewalks, and wrote all his observations down.
He didn't mind when his hand cramped up at it's limits, if you ask him, he never felt the pain.
He began seeing this one girl, repeatedly crossing the street at exactly six pm sharp. She always wore the drabbest of sundresses, her curly red hair down in some type of bun with a straw sun hat capping her head. He never really purposely drew his attention to her, but her small measly paragraph in his pages of reflections always seemed bigger then the others.
"The girl flung herself across the street again, this time wearing an array of daffodils across her silver sundress. Her curly red hair bounced across her shoulders and back as she she crossed, free unlike her usual days. It was exactly six pm when the walking light struck, and she crossed the road in a spare minute."
-- Elliot's Book of Surveillance
In his neat cursive, he put down his description of the girl's outfit everyday. He noted her hairstyles, and the way she walked. He especially took note of the time and how long it took her to cross the to other side. He always dedicated a part of attention, if not all of it, the the red-haired girl crossing the street.
But one day she didn't.
Elliot overlooked it first, not showing too much thought. But then a couple of weeks passed. Elliot never got worried, but he did wonder what happened to the girl who wore those odd sundresses. But when she reappeared again, a little taller, a little thinner, he didn't note it too much of a difference.
Through his elementary years, he mostly went to the earthen schools, until his parents decided it was an appropiate time to move the two back to Elementrium. Thing is, they were a family of bi-elementals, so unless they split up, their only option was to live in the neutral land where the Academy stood. It was a great opportunity, and the family geniunely enjoyed it, until Elliot brought up becoming a knight.
His mother was uncertain, his father could care less and cheered him on, and Elizabeth, enlightened with the chance for adventure agreed. So, along with his studies, he joined a Knight Academy on the southern edge of Solaria. When the time came for him to enroll in the Academy, his mother was once again tempted to pull him out of his training, even though he said he could balance the two.
With great dread, his mother agreed.
And here he is.
In the Academy.
At graduating year.