03-04-2018, 05:15 AM
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Emmor was used to the cold at this point, having grown up in a just like this one- although snow seemed to cover the town he had lived in almost all year round where he lived. Gstaad, switzerland, had seemed to always be snowy. emmor, however, wasn't born in Gstaad. he was born and raised in seattle, and went to Gstaad by boat because his parents had a thirst for adventure. /tw/ I wont go into detail about what happened to them on the way over, lets just say it was gruesome. /end tw/ Emmor, of course, had pushed those memories to the back of his head.
Emmor looked down to the snow that reminded him so much of home, leaning down to pick up a handful of snow, head tilted slightly as he crushed the fluffy little snowflakes into a little compact ball of snow, looking around the branches until he spotted a little tuft of brown fur, licking his lips and setting a hand over his rumbling stomach. he would have to eat soon, as much as he hated to kill innocent animals (he would eat them just fine if someone else did the killing, he just didn't like doing the deed) without a reason, but he hadn't found any berries, so this seemed to be his only option. /tw/ he took a deep breath and wound his arm back before chucking the snow ball at the squirrel, watching white collide with brown, then watching the creature tumble into the snow.
he rushed to where it landed and winced. "sorry, little guy.." he mumbled and rose a hand to the creatures head, squeezing his eyes shut and snapping the neck swiftly and letting out the breath he had been holding. looking down to the lifeless body in his hands, he sighed and shook his head. he hated this. he hated how he had to eat to survive, that he had to end an innocent life with his own hands.. /end tw/
at least he hadn't used his gun.
/tw/ after he skinned the squirrel, built a fire, and cooked it, he began to eat. /end tw/ as he ate, he contemplated why humans needed to eat, why he hid his face, why he was alone in the world- just things he should keep to himself. holding up his mask so his mouth was free, he took small bites, humming softly. "wish i had some salt.." he whispered to himself, putting the picked clean bones next to him and then staring at them for a moment before kicking out the fire and pulling his mask back down. he gingerly picked up the bones and moved to the base of the tree, scowling under the metallic mask.
he began to dig with one hand, struggling with the dirt and snow until he had a decent sized hole, setting the bones into the hole and beginning to pat back down the dirt, marking the little make shift grave with a stone. he took his small switch blade from his pocket, and began to carve into the tree: R.I.P. SKUERAL.
he wasn't the best at spelling.
he sighed and scuffed the tip of his boot on the snow, patting the mud off his gloves. "sorry, squirrel."
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO â€â€
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 18 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE â€â€
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY â€â€
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS â€â€
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS â€â€
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER â€â€
→ "speech"[/spoiler]
Emmor was used to the cold at this point, having grown up in a just like this one- although snow seemed to cover the town he had lived in almost all year round where he lived. Gstaad, switzerland, had seemed to always be snowy. emmor, however, wasn't born in Gstaad. he was born and raised in seattle, and went to Gstaad by boat because his parents had a thirst for adventure. /tw/ I wont go into detail about what happened to them on the way over, lets just say it was gruesome. /end tw/ Emmor, of course, had pushed those memories to the back of his head.
Emmor looked down to the snow that reminded him so much of home, leaning down to pick up a handful of snow, head tilted slightly as he crushed the fluffy little snowflakes into a little compact ball of snow, looking around the branches until he spotted a little tuft of brown fur, licking his lips and setting a hand over his rumbling stomach. he would have to eat soon, as much as he hated to kill innocent animals (he would eat them just fine if someone else did the killing, he just didn't like doing the deed) without a reason, but he hadn't found any berries, so this seemed to be his only option. /tw/ he took a deep breath and wound his arm back before chucking the snow ball at the squirrel, watching white collide with brown, then watching the creature tumble into the snow.
he rushed to where it landed and winced. "sorry, little guy.." he mumbled and rose a hand to the creatures head, squeezing his eyes shut and snapping the neck swiftly and letting out the breath he had been holding. looking down to the lifeless body in his hands, he sighed and shook his head. he hated this. he hated how he had to eat to survive, that he had to end an innocent life with his own hands.. /end tw/
at least he hadn't used his gun.
/tw/ after he skinned the squirrel, built a fire, and cooked it, he began to eat. /end tw/ as he ate, he contemplated why humans needed to eat, why he hid his face, why he was alone in the world- just things he should keep to himself. holding up his mask so his mouth was free, he took small bites, humming softly. "wish i had some salt.." he whispered to himself, putting the picked clean bones next to him and then staring at them for a moment before kicking out the fire and pulling his mask back down. he gingerly picked up the bones and moved to the base of the tree, scowling under the metallic mask.
he began to dig with one hand, struggling with the dirt and snow until he had a decent sized hole, setting the bones into the hole and beginning to pat back down the dirt, marking the little make shift grave with a stone. he took his small switch blade from his pocket, and began to carve into the tree: R.I.P. SKUERAL.
he wasn't the best at spelling.
he sighed and scuffed the tip of his boot on the snow, patting the mud off his gloves. "sorry, squirrel."
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO â€â€
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 18 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE â€â€
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY â€â€
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS â€â€
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS â€â€
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER â€â€
→ "speech"[/spoiler]
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS