Elliot_Elk

Elliot is a pretty laid back guy, in general. You know, nice, friendly, gives off kind of a nerdy vibe.


He's also fifty feet tall, usually.

Despite the reputation that macros might have, Elliot is extremely careful. He's never knocked over a building, never killed someone, he even steps lightly so as to not smash the pavement. He has possibly one of the most positive records a macro could hope for. No more than a few hundred dollars in damage *ever* inflicted on the city he calls home.

If he were scaled down to normal size, he'd be about six feet, three inches tall. He wears a red and green plaid shirt, with a pair of blue jeans. Of course, he's not wearing shoes, it's kind of unnecessary with hooves.

His antlers aren't all that impressive, at least, not to scale. But at his size, they're definitely impressive enough. He's been seen giving kids rides on them before, with safety measures of course! It's one hell of a view.

He can be encountered in other sizes, though rarely goes above fifty feet, only because he dislikes not being able to interact with people on a more personal level.


So that's a good deal about what he is, but how about some info about who he is? Well. For the longest time, he was nobody. Just an eccentric elk who worked a steady job at a scrapyard, taking classes in subjects like applied magical theory, practical engineering. He was no one, until the day that he finished his first device, a prototype engine that ran entirely on magical energy. He swiftly became one of the most respected magitechnicians in his world, and even pioneered a sort of flying train that he dubbed the eldritch express. Let's just say its first run.... Didn't go so well. No one knows what happened to him and the other people on board, during the weeks they just... Phased out of reality, but the survivors refuse to speak about even today. His utter failure with what had been his proudest creation rocked Elliot to the core. Devastated, he decided to allow himself to fade into obscurity, going back to a life of solitary tinkering. He got more attention again when he made his sizechanging device, and made the decision to become a macro... But he doesn't ask for it, and sometimes he wishes the media folk would mind their own business. He's never hurt anyone, but a couple journalists have had extended stays in the elk's stomach after really annoying him, before.

So that's who Elliot is. A nice guy, a bit of an oddity... A somewhat shy macro.