Eli Rollins

Eli Rollins is a Kindred (Daeva) that makes his home on the plains of the American Frontier. Though not particularly inhuman by comparison to many others of his kind, he is not above murder; not unlike many people who have to adapt to the harsh reality that the Frontier is a savage, unforgiving place.

Personality
Eli largely "lives" his life as a hermit outside of a decently populated settlement. Naturally, he makes visits to the town during the night to interact with humans, typically becoming a fixture of the night life due to his use of Majesty. This is his tried and true method of staying sane, keeping his humanity in balance.

Contemplative and determined, Eli tends toward ensuring his words are not wasted. In spite of his overwhelmingly average intellect, he finds relative success in this venture, believing that fewer words present you with fewer opportunities to invoke the ire of others. This is not to say that he doesn't find himself in a scrap or two every now and then, but he does not want to broadcast his superhuman strength and stamina brazenly, lest he alienate the only group of humans in reasonable proximity to him.

Investigation is what satisfies his need to hunt; he believes that if his powers are directed at the right people, nobody of import will notice them or even care to investigate them more thoroughly. If a bandit is plaguing the town, or a particularly rowdy bar patron is regularly causing trouble, nobody's going to miss them when there's no Marshal nearby to deliver justice.

Of all the things Eli desires, a proper dwelling burns the strongest at the front of his mind. Rather than the hovel and hole he lives in, he wishes for a log cabin built by his own hands. This is the activity that occupies the majority of his time, though it is likely he will finish the activity in a far shorter amount of time than any normal man; wood shatters in his grip, and save for the blazing sun's watchful eye scaring him underground, there is no limit to how long he can put his body to work.

Though rarely mentioned unless directly asked of him, he at one point had a wife named Abigail. As with many men and women who attempted to make the trek out west, Abigail fell ill and succumbed to dysentery; she never saw what was to be their new home. More important to Eli, however, is that she didn't have to be around to see him become one of the Kindred.