All About Me
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reluctant_gargoyleWell, most people already know the big beats of my life, but since I've picked up a number of friends lately who don't, necessarily, I might as well lay some of it out again. Get it in one place anyway.
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s I've told people, my name is Elisa. Born 1968, and it's 1996 where I like, which, for those of you that can do math, makes me 27 going on 28 (or 54 going on 55, depending on how you think about it). There was a Disney cartoon based on the life of me and my Clan, called Gargoyles. I've been told it's on DVD, though I've not hunted down a copy myself. There is something you might notice though. The Elisa Maza of the cartoon is distinctly human.
Yeah, that's right. Makes me a pretty damn alternante alternate, eh?
The story really begins more than a thousand years ago. A Clan of Scottish Gargoyles was betrayed from within and without, and all but a handful were killed by Vikings. Those that remained were frozen in stone for a thousand years, until a billionaire with grandoise and self-serving plans named David Xanatos bought the castle and put it on top of his skyscraper, breaking the spell and freeing them.
He wanted to use them for his own purposes. I, then a detective with the NYPD, became involved through a long string of circumstances, and became their friend and ally. I helped them find a new purpose, and, eventually, a new home in the Clock Tower above the 23rd precinct.
And I fell in love with Goliath, the leader of the Clan. For a long while, I did my best to deny this to myself, fearful of loving someone who wasn't human, not believing that there could be any kind of future in that, not believing that he could love me in return. So I held my feelings in check, refusing to act on them. It was miserable, but I was convinced it was better than taking that kind of risk.
That choice was taken away. Demona, the one-time mate of Goliath, had also surrived those thousand years, albeit through differerent circumstances. Even before Goliath and I forged a relationship, she hated me, hated me for how I was able to convince him that humans were worthwhile, supposedly keeping him from her views and side. She summoned up the fey trickster Puck using a magic mirror, with the instructions to rid her of "that human, forever."
Nice little loophole there. He did rid her of that human, by changing me into a Gargoyle. Through a rather complicated mess, the whole of Manhattan was changed into Gargoyles, and the real Gargoyles were changed into humans, briefly. Goliath... told me, when I was first changed, that I was beautiful. He told me he would always be there to catch me. We solved the big mess--and believe me, it was worth it to be able to deliver a personal smackdown to Demona--and put things right. Almost everything. I was still a Gargoyle. The wording of the spell and the terms of his servitude made me one forever.
My life as a human was over, but I forged a new life as part of the Clan, still helping to keep Manhattan safe. Those closest to me, my family, and my partner Matt, accepted what had happened to me. And Goliath and I eventually admitted our feelings to each other.
I became the second-in-command of the Clan.
Together with Goliath and Bronx, I traveled to the mystic island of Avalon, and we were reunited with the Gargoyles who had hatched from the Clan's lost eggs, including Goliath's daughter, Angela. We saved the world, and brought her with us. We traveled the world, meeting other Gargoyle Clans and new friends.
And at long last, Goliath and I became mates.
We've battled Goliath's evil clone Thailog, and helped clones of the other members of the Clan, myself included, find a place with my brother and his fellow Mutates Clan.
We eventually burried the hatchet with Xanatos.
And then the secret of the existance of Gargoyles was revealed to the world, turning us overnight from an urban legend to a potental menace, beasts to be hunted down. Xanatos offered us santuary back at the castle, and we took it.
Time travel and other circumstances have caused the Clan to grow and grow, and at least some of the people of New York are beginning to see us as heroes. Xanatos is our ally, Demona is no longer a factor. Thailog's dead.
It's a strange world, but it's one I'm happy to be a part of. And I'm as much a part of it as anything, gliding through the night right alongside the rest of my Clan. I may not be human, but so what? I have the love of the greatest guy in the universe, a purpose, a place in it all, and good friends who'll stand by me in all corners of the multiverse.
A lot of other Elisas out there are still in denial of their feelings. Some have come to terms with them, and a few are even with their Goliath. All of them, though, are still human as far as I know. I've long since accepted and embraced my feelings. Some haven't, and I feel sorry for them. And I feel happy for those that have, but I still take some delight in knowing I got there first.
Yeah, that's right. Makes me a pretty damn alternante alternate, eh?
The story really begins more than a thousand years ago. A Clan of Scottish Gargoyles was betrayed from within and without, and all but a handful were killed by Vikings. Those that remained were frozen in stone for a thousand years, until a billionaire with grandoise and self-serving plans named David Xanatos bought the castle and put it on top of his skyscraper, breaking the spell and freeing them.
He wanted to use them for his own purposes. I, then a detective with the NYPD, became involved through a long string of circumstances, and became their friend and ally. I helped them find a new purpose, and, eventually, a new home in the Clock Tower above the 23rd precinct.
And I fell in love with Goliath, the leader of the Clan. For a long while, I did my best to deny this to myself, fearful of loving someone who wasn't human, not believing that there could be any kind of future in that, not believing that he could love me in return. So I held my feelings in check, refusing to act on them. It was miserable, but I was convinced it was better than taking that kind of risk.
That choice was taken away. Demona, the one-time mate of Goliath, had also surrived those thousand years, albeit through differerent circumstances. Even before Goliath and I forged a relationship, she hated me, hated me for how I was able to convince him that humans were worthwhile, supposedly keeping him from her views and side. She summoned up the fey trickster Puck using a magic mirror, with the instructions to rid her of "that human, forever."
Nice little loophole there. He did rid her of that human, by changing me into a Gargoyle. Through a rather complicated mess, the whole of Manhattan was changed into Gargoyles, and the real Gargoyles were changed into humans, briefly. Goliath... told me, when I was first changed, that I was beautiful. He told me he would always be there to catch me. We solved the big mess--and believe me, it was worth it to be able to deliver a personal smackdown to Demona--and put things right. Almost everything. I was still a Gargoyle. The wording of the spell and the terms of his servitude made me one forever.
My life as a human was over, but I forged a new life as part of the Clan, still helping to keep Manhattan safe. Those closest to me, my family, and my partner Matt, accepted what had happened to me. And Goliath and I eventually admitted our feelings to each other.
I became the second-in-command of the Clan.
Together with Goliath and Bronx, I traveled to the mystic island of Avalon, and we were reunited with the Gargoyles who had hatched from the Clan's lost eggs, including Goliath's daughter, Angela. We saved the world, and brought her with us. We traveled the world, meeting other Gargoyle Clans and new friends.
And at long last, Goliath and I became mates.
We've battled Goliath's evil clone Thailog, and helped clones of the other members of the Clan, myself included, find a place with my brother and his fellow Mutates Clan.
We eventually burried the hatchet with Xanatos.
And then the secret of the existance of Gargoyles was revealed to the world, turning us overnight from an urban legend to a potental menace, beasts to be hunted down. Xanatos offered us santuary back at the castle, and we took it.
Time travel and other circumstances have caused the Clan to grow and grow, and at least some of the people of New York are beginning to see us as heroes. Xanatos is our ally, Demona is no longer a factor. Thailog's dead.
It's a strange world, but it's one I'm happy to be a part of. And I'm as much a part of it as anything, gliding through the night right alongside the rest of my Clan. I may not be human, but so what? I have the love of the greatest guy in the universe, a purpose, a place in it all, and good friends who'll stand by me in all corners of the multiverse.
A lot of other Elisas out there are still in denial of their feelings. Some have come to terms with them, and a few are even with their Goliath. All of them, though, are still human as far as I know. I've long since accepted and embraced my feelings. Some haven't, and I feel sorry for them. And I feel happy for those that have, but I still take some delight in knowing I got there first.
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