Name: Elliot LaChance

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Wizard, Witch, Warlock, or, as he prefers, simply a magician.

Powers: Elliot is a magician, specializing in creating fantastical illusions. Though his illusions are usually no larger than what can fit on whatever stage he is gracing with a performance, he is capable of creating illusions much larger for anyone with a mind open to them. Though his magic doesn't create anything tangible, his smaller illusions can affect the senses (with some exclusions) for the duration of his casting. So, if you want to see just how soft the fur on that rainbow-colored jackalope is, step right up!

Appearance: Elliot stands at 5’ 9” tall, weighing around 155 lbs. He isn’t necessarily lean, but he never slides in the other direction. He has wavy red hair, usually jumbled in a purposefully messy manner, and dull green eyes. He often is seen with a bit of stubble, though rarely progressing into a full beard.

His apparel usually consists of simple, loose fitting t-shirts and jeans, some of which are quite worn from his constant travelling. When performing, he tries to wear his better looking clothes, though still quite casual besides the well-worn gray jacket he tosses on. He can almost always be found wearing his black bowler hat and a round obsidian pendant around his neck that glows a faint dark green when he performs.


Face Claim: Stefano Masciolini

Personality: Eccentric and playful, Elliot loves performing for a fascinated crowd. More importantly, he loves making people smile however he can. He is always happy to talk and joke around with anyone and everyone, but his social skills are somewhat lacking, causing him to often enough make a bit of a fool of himself. He is also curious by nature, always wanting to learn whatever he can, whenever he can. Every week usually finds him carrying around a new book and taking up a different hobby.

History: Elliot's past comes in many different versions, told in many different bars in many different cities, and not one of them holds the truth. In reality, a place he doesn't too often like to stay, Elliot LaChance isn't really Elliot LaChance at all. The name given to him at birth was Marcus Baudelaire. The only son of the Breathtaking Baudelaires, one of the most famous magic acts across the world, it could be said that Elliot had the best teachers of his craft he could have ever asked for. Unfortunately for him, what it really meant was constant study, ridiculous expectations, and many nights reading his bedtime stories to himself.

Perhaps it was the seclusion that came with traveling stage magicians for parents that led to his focus on illusion magic, to fill his otherwise empty room with any companions he wished. Regardless of the reason, his parents couldn't be more thrilled. After all, turning their act into a family act? They would be raking in the cash! Perhaps this wasn't truly their ambition, but even at a young age, Elliot felt that pressure. Of course, wanting to make them happy, he trained and trained, focusing on perfecting his craft, even on days when he wanted to do anything but cast one more spell. Reading, studying, casting, over and over until he was ready.

On Elliot's thirteenth birthday, the Breathtaking Baudelaires became a three-person act. Though no one was aware of it then, it would be a one-time performance. Elliot felt more nervous, more unprepared than he ever had before. He had seen the crowds his parents could draw, and they made sure everyone knew it would be a special performance. It started not unlike any other performance, with a flood of colors covering the stage, swirling around his parents who appeared to float their way down to the stage, before he rose out of the multicolored fog in the center of the stage, nothing but air below him. The crowd looked nothing short of intimidating, all staring at him as he rose, expecting him to be as good as his parents, to add something to the act they hadn't seen before. He conjured everything, just as they practiced. The crowd cheered as people and animals appeared, disappeared, changed colors, levitated, and all other manner of tricks, and Elliot enjoyed every moment of it. But, then, it happened.

Elliot hadn't been ready, not really. Not for a crowd that large, a routine that complex. As the routine became more challenging and he became more nervous, his control over his illusions lessened, and then he lost all control. What was once a beautiful fog of all colors of the rainbow became dark and menacing, and all the animals his magic had created began to rampage into the audience, causing a panic. Chaos ensued before all of their magical creations vanished, leaving him alone in the middle of the stage, with his parents heading into the audience to calm the disaster that had occurred.

A disaster, that it truly what it had been, and it was Elliot's fault. He had screwed up his parent's show, and, though he barely understood what it meant then, his parents were kicked out their coven for the incident. That night, after his parents were in bed, Elliot packed up what belongings he could, including a few of his favorite books from the library, and left, never to return. Since that day, he has traveled from town to town, occasionally finding a home with various covens across the world. For a long while after, he refused to cast any spells. He had no desire to use the craft that he spent his whole life learning. It wasn't until staying with an elderly woman, Madam LaChance, the head of a coven in a little town in Massachusetts that he was reminded of what magic could really be. It didn't have to be the strict, principled magic his parents taught him. It could be fun, and it could be used to bring a smile to the faces of those around him. With this in mind, he continued his travels, setting up small shows here and there, on any street he could draw a small crowd, and joy in whatever smiles he could conjure.

Still, he felt as though he always had to hide his true talents from those unaware of the supernatural aspects of the world. Along his travels, he heard rumors of a place he wouldn't have to veil his magic behind the guise of trickery. A place where he could be who he was truly meant to be, and, just maybe, give the performance he was truly meant to give. So, travelling light as always, Elliot packed up and set out for the town named Belcoast.

Profession: Stage Magician (or, more often, a street magician)

Hobbies: Practicing his craft, writing, reading, drinking (and some more drinking), and whatever else has struck his short-lived fancy. Lately, he's been working on perfecting the art of origami. So far, it's mainly been the art of paper cuts.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Writing Sample:

Elliot knelt down beside his bowler cap, sitting not-so-gracefully on the sidewalk in front of him. Reaching down into the recess of the hat, he pulled up the handful of cash he had made from his little performance and quickly pocketed it. Not a bad haul, really, though not his best this week. But, it was enough to get him to Belcoast, and that's what mattered. Belcoast, the town where he could be himself. The town where he could be the magician he was meant to be. And, hopefully, the town he could call home.

Grabbing the rim of the hat, Elliot flipped it up, catching it on the top of his head, leaving only a bit of dust on the hat. He took a final bow on his makeshift 'stage' for the crowd that had already moved on, a habit of his every time he left a town and moved onto the next. A purple-furred mouse darted up his leg, continuing up and up until the mouse was sitting on Elliot's shoulder, staring at him. His eyes darted over to the creature, causing a gentle smile to find his lips.

"Decided to stick around for a while? Fine, but only for a bit. I don't think the driver would be too happy if I bring you on the bus."

He patted the little mouse's head, bringing forth a few light, happy squeaks. Elliot grabbed the couple of bags he had sitting nearby, all of the belongings he had to bring with him. He tossed one over his shoulder, carrying the other in his hand. He walked through the city one last time, taking in the sights of the town he had only called home for a week, and then found his way to the bus station, carelessly plopping himself on the closest bench. He unzipped the bag he had been carrying by hand, revealing the many different books that filled the bag.

Searching through the bag, he pulled out a book titled Beginner's Guide to Origami. He glanced at the cover, shifting his head from side to side, as if he was making some weighty decision. He showed the book to the purple mouse on his shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow as he glanced at it. The mouse gave a few gleeful squeaks and a very distinctive nod, leading Elliot to shrug and flip the book open. Soon after, the bus he was waiting on rolled up to the station, and Elliot's eyes landed again on the mouse.

"I guess this is where we part ways, friend. Wish me luck!"

Elliot brought a finger up and lightly poked the mouse, causing it to pop and disappear like a bubble. He rose from the bench, straightened the hat on his head, stowed his luggage, and found his way onto the bus that would take him to Belcoast.