Hunter Jack Emerson.

29 February 1999. Seventeen. _{Actually five.}

Cisgender Male. Bisexual.

Southerner. Liberal. Atheist. Lonewolf. _Awoo!

Waiter at The Diner. _Boo.

‘Honey doesn’t look like a Hunter, but Hunter sure does look like a Honey.’ The stupid sentence was something that has followed Honey around his entire life – at this point, it’s become his father’s favorite proverb. The meaning is quite simple of said proverb: Honey doesn’t look like a burly hunter with a rifle, but he does look like a sweet-faced boyish child. His dad first coined the term when Honey hit the ripe age of three. At the age of three years old, it has become crystal clear to the Emerson father that his son was impossibly and perpetually a baby face. Something that Honey has cursed the heavens for everyday of his life.

Honey’s jaw might have been sharp and masculine if it wasn’t for the everlasting baby chub sitting on his cheeks, rounding his face ever so slightly. He’s attempted on multiple times to grow slight stubble and fuzz, even went so far as trying a full thick beard, but it only served to make him look like a child trying to be a grandpa. Added to his baby face, Honey’s ridiculously young-looking appearance is only emphasized by his wide, innocuous eyes that have a natural glistening quality to it. Of course, the thing that works against him the most – what the fates have cursed him with – is his short height of five foot seven. In order to compensate for his height, Honey has gained some muscle in order to look at least a little bit intimidating. The only mature thing about Honey is the natural arrogant lilt of his smirk.

When it comes to Honey’s clothes, he doesn’t seem to try that hard in dressing. He usually wears dark colored jeans, sometimes with rips, and t-shirts – his favorite t-shirts being white – with a hoodie on top. Though his wardrobe changes, the thing that stays the same every time is that he always wears his favorite timberlands – he’s never seen without them, unless you count when he sleeps at night.

To get the fuck out of dodge. And maybe become a teacher. _{Or a stripper considering he already has the name for it.}

Honey is a bastard. No – literally, he’s a bastard. In his father’s last year of college, he got drunk, banged a girl, and a year later, three months old Honey was lain on his doorstep. Of course, no amount of concentration and begging on Honey’s part brought his father – whose name is Johnny but is known almost entirely by Worm – into remembering that hazy night. Eventually, Honey stopped asking. After unceremoniously becoming a father, Worm moved from his apartment back in with his father down in the middle-of-nowhere Florida for help _{(not the fun, beach part of Florida, but the southern republican Florida near the border)}.

Honey grew up a southern boy in Florida, in a nice house in a neighborhood that was located in a little niche in the woods. Honey spent most of his time practicing his archery and going on hunting or fishing trips with his dad. Worm and Honey had a very close relationship, but Worm was not the most responsible father and so most of Honey’s discipline came from his grandfather growing up. Around the age of seven, Honey’s grandpa died – something that hit the Emerson family rather hard. Worm tried to raise Honey in Florida alone without the help of family for a couple of years, but when that became too hard for him, Worm moved to Colorado to be close to his mother.

You see, Worm had come from a “broken family” as most people would call it – his parents divorced when he was thirteen years old and his father stayed in his childhood home in Florida while Worm’s mother moved to Westworth, Colorado, shanghaiing Worm with her for his high school career.

At the age of nine, Honey moved to Westworth and enrolled into the school there for third grade. Unlike with his grandfather, they did not live in the same house with their grandmother – mainly because Worm and his mother had a very antagonistic relationship – but also because Honey really disliked the old woman. Worm and Honey instead lived in a rundown trailer home in a junky trailer park. Worm took up a job as a local mechanic and Honey began to work at the age of thirteen in order to make ends meet – he started with a job as a newspaper boy and doing yardwork, but eventually became a waiter at the local diner.

Honey’s grandmother paid for some of their living necessities, always made sure they had enough food, but paying for them allowed her to have a certain amount of control over their lives that neither Worm nor Honey liked very much. She often was very strict with Honey about his grades and expected him to go to a good law school to make the good money. Every Sunday, Honey and Worm had to go to church with her and eat dinner with her so she could interrogate them about every little thing – it was rather stressful. It could have been this control, or maybe it was having to work, there’s also his living arrangements and mysterious mother to be considered, but most likely it was all of this combined that caused Honey to have such a bad temper and a penchant for acting out growing up. Honey began to get into fights at school, or in the nearby cities, and has been caught drinking or sneaking out to do things he shouldn’t be doing. Some of Honey’s grades went to shit – though he’s rather proud of his outstanding A in his sciences classes – and, more often than not, he skips school all together. Dear Grandma isn’t exactly happy with Honey’s current teenage rebellion.

Archery Club and Soccer Team. _{(he's a striker)}.

Honey may not have the best reputation since, even though he's known the kids since the third grade, Honey has never really been friendly towards them. Of course he has friends, he's a lonewolf but everyone has friends, but he refuses to acknowledge the fact that he has friends and always tells his friends the aren't his friends - _{its a bit complicated, okay?}. But the biggest problem with Honey's reputation is that he has been known to get into fights with others, sometimes even send people to the hospital, and he's considered very volatile.

While one cannot really say that he's a bad boy, he's definitely not the sort you want to get involved in.

Science is his best subject.
History is his worst subject.