Dress for the life you want.

Elliott Wu. 36. Fashion Expert & Designer.

[elliottwu]

kat-bouchard-tremblay​:

Good to know. And just offering it now, but if you ever need a space for a fashion show, you’re more than welcome to rent out my gallery. You can always advertise as living art work or something. 

Oh? That is something to keep in mind. And thank you. I may just take you up on that sometime. It’d be a different space and a bit unexpected, both of which I like. How’d you get into the art biz?

[elliottwu]

kat-bouchard-tremblay​:

Oh, I got one of your dresses before. I had a gala, and it fit like a dream. 

I live for compliments like that, so thank you. And also, you’re welcome.

[elliottwu]

muhnsimon​:

Simon nodded in agreement, turning away from the source of the disgusting smell. “I hope the wind doesn’t pick up and it follows. It’s has to be some sort of dead animal – I can’t think of anything else that would smell that bad.”

“Whatever it is, someone needs to find the source and do away with it. Far, far, away, preferably,” Elliott commented with his wide collar still over the bottom half of his face. “Unfortunately, there are worse smiles out there but luckily we aren’t breathing them in right now. Ugh. But what an assault on my nostrils. I’m just glad this putrid smell’s not hanging near my boutique.”

[elliottwu]

drake-valens​:

Drake shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t really think far ahead in his plans. He just thought to the point that got him excited to do the whole thing, and went head first. “If they try to attack me then it’s fair game.” He smirked. Drake wouldn’t be able to claim innocence but self-defense had a nice ring to it. “I figure I would just scare the shit out of them. Make them rethink its cool to hang out in a group in public like this.” 

“Won’t that just add to them thinking what they already think about me--us..um..affected people?” Juniper asked, the concern still apparent in her voice. “I mean wouldn’t it be better to just try and ignore them?”

[elliottwu]

rhys-steele​:

open for all at singularis! 

     It wasn’t exactly freezing, but Rhys could tell that the weather was turning. Summer was well and truly over and autumn, or fall as it was called over here, was quickly settling in. It was weather he enjoyed, honestly, the weather here was similar enough to that back home, but it did get marginally warmer than back in England, he thought at least.       Tucking his scarf into his jacket as he walked, he quietly contemplated the tasks he still had left to do for that day, when a commotion in a small square across the street caught his attention. Curiosity piqued, he headed towards the small crowd that had formed to take a peek.      “What’s going on?” he asked quietly to the person he sidled up next to, peeking over the heads of those in front of him, his height giving him quite the advantage.

Elliott had couple of fabric bolts tucked under one arm, and a satchel draped over his shoulder, walking from his boutique to his car. Or at least, that was what he was attempting to do before finding the sidewalk and the street congested with onlookers. After briefly rising up on his toes from within his boots, he saw a pond of orange in the street and two cars stopped awkwardly with their apparent drivers arguing close by. Sighing, Elliott still tried to make his way through but it looked like some people were determined not to move while others were contemplating snatching up the pumpkins that weren’t smashed. Upon hearing a nearby voice asking what was going on, Elliott started to answer, “Complete idioc--” without looking but when he actually turned his head, he found himself looking up at a handsome stranger and almost immediately lifted the corner of his lips. “It looks like the car accident led to an impromptu pumpkin parade in the street. It’s a little tempting to herd everyone and everything off to the opposite side of the road though--consolidate the commotion and finally get to my car.”

[elliottwu]

muhnsimon​:

“Oh my god –” A frown deepened on Simon’s face. “You can smell that too, can’t you? I’m not going crazy?” His hand covered both his mouth and nose as he began to look around for the source of the smell. “It’s like…a dead animal or something.”

Elliott’s face was already screwed up in disgust from the vile smell wafting in the air, “Unfortunately,” he admitted, having pulled the wide collar of his jacket over the bottom half of his face. “I’m not sure what it is but if I don’t get away from it, I’m going to throw up.”

[elliottwu]

kat-bouchard-tremblay​:

Kat Bouchard-Tremblay. I run the art gallery downtown. And you are? 

Oh, I have been there for a few shows. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kat. I’m Elliott Wu. I’m a fashion designer and I own and operate the boutique Sew In Style, also downtown.

[elliottwu]

drake-valens​:

The man had a point that the group was smaller than most rallies in the US. This was someone who thought their crackhead ideas would work in Seattle. It was a testament to how much hatred people had for their kind. Drake wished they didn’t exist, and could be thrown off a cliff. Drake watched with mirth in his eyes. The guy’s power was a lot more useful than his. Drake was able to do a lot with shadows but it only really worked when it was dark. Drake could’ve done something similar if he wanted to take a beating mentally. “We should probably go before someone notices us.” Drake mentioned. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?”

“Eh, I suppose,” Elliott ceded with a nonchalant shrug, knowing that if worse came to worse, he could see about conjuring up an illusion decent enough to buy time for their to be some greater distance put between him and this foolish crowd, and this stranger if he so chose to bail as well. Elliott wasn’t usually the type to get too directly involved in these kinds of rallies and noise-making situations, but once in a while, it was so exhausting to witness firsthand and called for a little interference. At the mention of coffee though, he was certainly more enticed to move along. “Coffee sounds great to me. Do you have a spot nearby that you enjoy..?”

[elliottwu]

drake-valens​:

Drake watched with a smug smirk as the milk crate moved out from under them. They toppled over and mostly everyone was a flurry of whispers. They didn’t know if it was an affected or natural. Drake had a devious smirk, “The megaphone should’ve just been tossed in the trash.” He mentioned still eyeing the crowd. The guy got back up and started proclaiming it was a freak who had done it. The man started directing his comment to the ‘freaks.’ “You freaks! Your mothers should have let you die on the streets. God didn’t make you the devil did. You may have the government fooled but the real people of the United States won’t stand for it! We won’t stop until you guys are hunted down like the dogs you are.” The crowd cheered on looking around for the affected members. Drake gritted his teeth. “Actually should have it crammed down his throat.” Drake was holding himself back before he raised hell on the group. 

Elliott gave one small, hollow chuckle watching the protestor scramble back to his feet with some assistance. With one hand rested on his hip, he quirked a brow up at the resumed garbage spewing from the ringleader’s mouth. “I’ve no doubt he’ll be fined, if not arrested for his hate speech. To make such vile threats here in Seattle of all places where his support is obviously minimal,” He gestured to the crowd gathered in the man’s favor, noting it was rather small in comparison to the city’s overall population. “And he’d be a fool to deny having said anything he just said,” Elliott added, nodding towards a few people who had their phones out and were surely recording the blatant display. “Unfortunately, we’re still a long way’s away from people like that dying off sooner than affected people ever will. It’s tiresome more than anything, waiting for them to shrivel into irrelevant dust and blow away though.” Still keeping one hand rested on his hip, Elliott let out a fatigued sigh--he’d clearly heard one too many of these kinds of rallies over his 30+ years of life--and with his free hand, he spread his fingers wide, causing an obnoxious ring of feedback from the megaphone. Soon after, he promptly closed his fingers into a tight fist, simultaneously crunching the megaphone into useless pieces.

[elliottwu]

kat-bouchard-tremblay​:

Hello to you too. We’re meeting at the Waystation soon if you’re coming. It’ll be fun. 

And who would I have the pleasure of thanking for my free drink and fun?

[elliottwu]

drake-valens​:

Drake patted the person’s chest, “C’mon this should be fun.” He motioned towards the small group that was rallying at the local park. It was a bunch of angry middle aged people protesting the affected taking up shop in Seattle. They had a speaker on top of a milk crate spewing random sermons and out-of-touch ideology all in the name of the human race. “Do you believe this shit?” He laughed though as he stood there and listened it was starting to get under his skin. 

Elliott had just finished up a consultation and decided to stretch his legs with a quick walk around the block before heading back to work. The brief attempt at decompressing was swiftly derailed, however. He glanced down at the chest pat and then lifted his gaze up to the person who’d done it. Elliott quirked his brows up and was about to say something but where his attention was being directed overtook any comments he was about to make. Without fighting against the urge to roll his eyes, Elliott murmured, “Morons,” before setting his focus on the person with the megaphone. After a brief wincing gesture, the milk crate jerked out from under the person’s feet, swiftly interrupting the hate speech. Giving a satisfied sigh, Elliott shrugged and turned away from the noise. “Much better.”

[elliottwu]

kat-bouchard-tremblay​:

So in celebration of me getting back from an AMAZING deal in Paris (and getting to raid my stepdaughters wardrobe in the process) I’m thinking we all go out tonight. And that drinks will be on me for like the first hour, so clearly you don’t want to miss out because if you snooze you definitely lose. 

Hello, new friend.

[elliottwu]

[QUICK FACTS]

FC: Harry Shum Jr.

FULL NAME: Elliott Wu

AGE & DOB: 36 | May 25, 1984

PRONOUNS: He/Him

OCCUPATION: Fashion Designer & owner of Seattle clothing/accessory boutique Sew In Style

ORIGINALLY FROM: Vancouver, Washington

3 POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Wise, [quietly] caring, persuasive

3 NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Private, jaded, blunt

[ADDITIONAL DETAILS]

Born to young parents in Vancouver, WA. Hasn’t seen them since he was 17, almost 18.

Estranged from his small family for who he is (is very much the outcast of the family for pursuing a fashion career, being an atypical dresser, and for his open bisexuality).

Only has 1 sibling (younger).

Worked hard putting himself through Fashion/Design school, but dropped out in his third year when he entered (and won) Project Runway.

Has gained prominence in the fashion world, having garments featured in magazines and celebrities commissioning him for attire. Despite offers to move to LA or NY, he’s chosen to remain living in and primarily working out of Seattle.

Is affected with powers of telekinesis & illusion casting.

Lives in an obnoxious, opulent penthouse that is way too large for 1 person but not too large for Elliott (as he would claim).

He works way too much but it’s paid off and honestly, no one and nothing’s been able to slow him down.

Coffee, morning workouts, a nice glass of wine and the occasional romp are his typical counters to his frequent go-go-go M.O.

Elliott as a character has been heavily inspired by: Thai Nguyen, Edna Mode & Magnus Bane<3

[POTENTIAL PLOTS/CONNECTIONS]

Genuine friendships--Elliott’s got a solid balance of being candid and private. He tends to keep surface friendships and doesn’t really let people in or talk much if at all about himself beyond small talk and ‘Googleable’ information.

Romantic relationships--If organic chemistry seems to be there, I’m open to exploring it with Elliott and seeing if someone manages to get that sort of connection with him.

Hook-ups/meaningless flings--Since his MO is keeping people at a distance, he’s pretty fond of these

Clients--He has his boutique in Seattle, and has occasionally met with potential customers and clients outside of the shop. He’s also designed one-of-a-kind garments for people who are committed to fighting crime, as well as those committed to causing it. He has no hard loyalties to anyone. Money & his art > a moral code for his designs.

Discord’s the fastest and easiest way to get a hold of me for plotting and potential connections!

[elliottwu]

Headcanon: Elliott Wu’s Penthouse

1118 Lakeview Blvd E Apt. 4, Seattle, WA 98102

2 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms

Communal rooftop lounge space

[uservik]

anonymous requested: shadowhunters + most attractive male character 

[regency-rp]

SINGULARIS WELCOMES…ELLIOTT WU

–Character Info–

FC: Harry Shum Jr. Full Name: Elliott Wu Age & DOB: 36 | May 25, 1984 Pronouns: He/Him Occupation (if any): Fashion Designer & owner of Seattle clothing/accessory boutique Sew In Style Originally From: Vancouver, Washington 3 Positive Personality Traits: Wise, [quietly] caring, persuasive 3 Negative Personality Traits: Private, jaded, blunt

–Additional Character Questions–

How long has your character lived in Seattle? 18 years

Is your character affected or ordinary? Affected

If your character is affected, what abilities do they have? Telekinesis, as well as full sensory illusion casting

If your character is affected, what weaknesses or drawbacks to their abilities do they have? If he tries to move large objects or large groups of people,  it usually results in faulty results (flipping or dropping what he’s moving). He has also come away with nose bleeds,  or massive headaches or migraines. With his illusion casting, he has to be actively focusing on the kind of illusion he wants to project in other’s minds while using that power; because of this, he typically cannot/does not use both of his abilities at the same time. Additionally, if he and another illusionist are both using their abilities on one another at the same time, they cancel each other out.

Does your character carry a level of fame or notoriety others should already know about? Elliott’s actually been considered an up and coming/rising star in the fashion industry. He’s designed for a few high profile/celebrity clients and has been interviewed by a few media outlets, but rather than diving into the larger pool of fame, he has mostly kept to his local boutique and whatever commissions he chooses to take.

Is there anything else we should know about your character so far? He’s been estranged from his parents for half of his life and generally prefers to not discuss them. Also, it’s exceedingly rare to see him dressed in something conventional or subdued. If he is dressed that way, that’s a pretty big indicator that something’s wrong (emotionally speaking).