Atlas

First name: Atlas (Given to him by someone from his past, as his true name is incomprehensible by mankind)
Middle name(s):
Surname: Terran (when blending in with humans, otherwise he doesn't have one)
Nicknames: Whatever the rp dictates
Age: Unknown (appears 18-19)
Date of birth: Unknown
Race: Elemental? He is nature itself, so whatever you decide to call that
Gender: Gender-fluid, takes whatever form nature calls them to take; identifies as male most times however.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Current residence: In the place humans call "The Garden of Eden" which confuses him since it's neither a garden, nor is his name Eden
Relationship status: Searching for his counterpart
Social status: Nature itself

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): However a character envisions his voice, that is what it becomes. I kind of just make it up on the spot.
Language spoken: Allspeak- can be understood in any species' native tongue
Other languages known: N/A
Style of speaking: Rather anciently, not understanding human idioms at times
Volume of voice: Atlas is soft-spoken, but can be rather ferocious when angered

Physical Appearence

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135lbs
Eye colour: bright marigold
Skin colour: fair and pinkish
Shape of face: very round, soft features
Distinguishing features: large goat's horns and hooves (only to those that can see his true appearance)
Build of body: Rather feminine and curvaceous. Sometimes he feels small in comparison to the other Elementals, especially his brother Zephyrine who rules over the skies


Personality: Atlas is comparable to an oak seedling. He is small, but holding within himself the strength of an ironwood tree. He is both fearful of man's unending greed and capacity for destruction, but Atlas is inspired by their potential for love and creation.

Bio: Before there was man or animal, they existed. They were the primal forces of nature that would become the foundation of all life on the planet, the Progenitors. They were the sky, the oceans, the flame of existence, the very essence of night and day, and most powerful of all the earth itself. That was the way life came to be on planet earth. He wasn't born, simply waking up into existence. Even among his siblings, Atlas was ostracized. Despite his timid nature, he was the strongest of the Progenitors. As mankind came to exist, he was praised as a god. Over time, their belief in him dwindled. Their pollution of the planet weakened him, driving him in and out of a deep slumber. It is the modern day, and something calls to him. It is time to leave his home, and seek out the source of that strong feeling deep within himself.