Name:Emmitt Christian Dilantin
Age:17
Gender:Male
Illness:Anger Management/Suicidal
Personality:Emmitt is quiet but easy to get along with, his temper however is something that most people don't see. Whenever he feels ithat rising us usually leaves if he's in a crowded place to the gym to beat the punching bag into submission. When he's unable to reach the gym he heads home and sits in a corner and rocks back and forth until it passes.
History:Growing up a single child to parents that spent most of their time at work, Emmitt learned from an early age how to fend for himself. His neighbors took notice that he spent most of his time alone, and would often give him food so he wouldn't starve. He was six when his parents left for two weeks on a business trip, it was nearing dinner time when his elderly neighbor Esme Fellows appeared at his doorstep.
He began learning how to cook from that night until Miss Esme declared him a little cook three weeks later. His parents returned nearly a month and a half later, Emmitt sneaked out of his window when he heard their voices in the hallway. He was thirteen when he came it contact with 'The Shadows' a local gang that snuck around town and did as they wished. He joined their ranks a month later and happily spent his time with them, occasionally popping by Miss Esme's home to check in and aid her.
It happened on a wintery day two days after Christmas. They'd gone to see what they could find around town, when they were ambushed by another group. Emmitt watched as his companions were slaughtered in font of him, his arms being held behind his back so he couldn't help them. When his eldest brother fell, that was when his mind snapped and he lost control. He remembers pulling away from the hands that held him and spinning on his heel, however anything else was hazy. He awoke in a padded cell with the smell of copper in his nose and after lifting his fingers, bandages covering his chest.
Additional Information:Emmitt loves classical music. He also seems to be losing his vision.