Eli Beddingfield

Elijah "Eli" Beddingfield is written by Admiral Ackbar.

Biography
Eli was born in the United States, Earth to a stable middle-class family. His idealism and sense of adventure as a child and teenager made him want to enlist in the CEF, although for whatever reason, that dream was never realized.

Eli doesn’t talk much about these “lost years,” starting soon after his 18th birthday, so not much is known about them. He presumably mentored under a talented and experienced mercenary, traveling the active solar system. Now he generally does freelance work alone. A rarity among mercenaries and bounty-hunters, Eli never accepts a contract that he deems morally repulsive or too illicit.

Physical Appearance
Eli stands at an even six-feet-tall. In terms of musculature, he is toned and athletic—however, due to his height, some might consider his frame to be a bit lanky. He isn’t going to strong-arm any brutish foes in some interplanetary wrestling match, but he’s certainly in good enough physical shape to do well in his line of work.

Light-brown, medium length hair falls over his brow, though it’s never so long as to obstruct his steel-blue eyes. Though his hair itself is soft and manageable, it can sometimes appear shaggy and unkempt due to his own neglect. Eli is handsome, but his good-looks are slightly more boyish rather than overtly masculine and hardened; as a teenager, people often teased him for his “baby face.” His shaggy hair, constant smile, and clean-shaved countenance contribute heavily to this. Theoretically, his facial features are neutral enough to accommodate a more grown-up or rugged look if he ever chose to adopt one.

Eli takes care in maintaining a wardrobe that is both efficient and aesthetically appealing (he follows the Deion Sanders “Dress good, look good; look good, feel good; feel good, play good” principle). In combat or on a mission, he tends to wear his light body-armor underneath long-sleeved form-fitting shirts or sweaters of solid colors. His grey combat-pants disappear underneath a pair of lightweight black boots that rise a little more than halfway up his shin. In slightly cooler environments, he dons a navy-blue bomber jacket with grey shoulder pads. His two pistols (one a .40 caliber and the other a 9mm) hang tightly at his hips, and sometimes an assault rifle is strapped to his back, depending on the type of mission he finds himself in the middle of.

When Eli is off-duty, his attire varies. He prefers to dress casually, yet fashionably, in situation-appropriate clothing.

Personality and Traits
Eli is a good-humored, optimistic young man. He can also be a bit of a practical jokester, though he is very aware of how far is too far and under which circumstances he should keep quiet. Generally speaking, he’s a run-of-the-mill young adult who loves life.

Intelligence, charisma, quick-wit, and a remarkable aptitude when it comes to firing his extensive set of handguns are all positive attributes of his. Conversely, the profound realization that he possesses all of these attributes is one of his less-than-endearing character qualities. Eli, in a word, is confident. Too confident. Although he’s easy to get along with, treats everyone with respect, and rarely actually makes an ass of himself, his self-certainty can sometimes rub others the wrong way. It also makes him prone to taking certain gambles in his personal and professional life that few others would actually take; which is both a blessing and a curse. Naturally, it has also made him relatively headstrong and stubborn—compromise is a possibility with Eli, but not a probability.

Primary Combat Style
Dexterity, both in action and in thought, is a hallmark of Eli’s combat-style. Though he’s not a slouch in handling rifles of various types, his real strength is how remarkable of a marksman he is when it comes to pistols. He always carries one on each hip, and the accuracy and speed with which he is able fire them is as good as advertised. When seeking competitive advantage, rather than bringing a knife, one should consider bringing an “Eli” to a gunfight instead.