N A M E:Hunter Jack Emerson.
N I C K N A M E:Honey.
The unfortunate nickname that his father began to call him when he was a kid, mainly to piss him off. Unluckily enough, Hunter’s childhood friends found out and now he is known moreso by Honey than he is by Hunter.
February 29, 1996.
A G E:Twenty.
G E N D E R:Male.
S E X U A L I T Y:Bisexual.
I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E:There isn’t anything really impressive about Honey. He is of average height, an unimpressive five feet and ten inches, and his body is rather lean with a bit of muscle, but nothing of note. Honey’s skin is surprisingly pale considering the fact that he is a Southern boy, born and raised in the Sunshine state. Despite being twenty years old, Honey still has a very youthful appearance that makes him appear more of a teenager than anything else, and his face still has a bit of baby fat. The most impressive part of his face is his blue crystalline eyes that shine even when he isn’t crying – depending on the lighting, his eyes can go from a dark grey to a light shining blue. Honey has slightly thick dark brown hair that is usually neatly combed. He goes back and forth between growing it out slightly long enough to cover his forehead and keeping it cropped short – right now he favors it being cropped short because it makes him look older. Honey has a scar on his knee from an accident with an arrow where he had fumbled and accidentally cut his knee, leading to having to get seven stitches. About midway of his back, to the right, Honey has a fist sized purple birthmark in an amorphous blob shape. Once upon a time, Honey had a pierced ear but it has since closed up (he found the earrings irritating because they caught on everything). Honey smells like the woods and something unnamed but citrusy.
It has been remarked that Honey has the hair and eyes of his father but the slight build and personality of his mother - something which Honey likes to pointedly ignore.
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E:Honey has two default styles: casual and ivy league sophistication.
Honey prefers to wear casual clothing when he needs to get dressed quickly, he has no one to impress, or he is particularly feeling lazy. It’s the traditional blue jeans, a t-shirt that’s not too tight and not too loose, and a thin hoodie that is kept unzipped. When he’s wearing such clothes, he likes to slip into his cat-decorated vans or his beat-up converse.
Honey’s sophistication clothing is usually used for special occasions (but casual clothing) and when he wants to make a good impression but not look too dressed-up. It’s just an assortment of nice knockoff cashmere sweaters (who willingly pays for a five-hundred-dollar sweater? Not Honey), nicely kempt and form fitting jeans and casual slacks, hair gel, and dark colored coats. When he wears them, he tends to vibe that sophisticated smart guy from an ivy league school who probably enjoys photography and reading the constitution.
However, whenever he’s hunting, Honey wears camouflage and thick layers if it’s in the morning paired with expensive hunting boots.
🌑 Cannot wear green clothes - it makes him feel inexplicably itchy.
🌑 Counts ceiling tiles when bored.
🌑 Keeps up with the weather obsessively.
🌑 Cannot drink anything with ice in it.
🌑 Strongly susceptible to brain freezes.
🌑 Blinks repeatedly when uncomfortable.
🌑 Fidgets a lot when talking to people he is uncomfortable with (ie strangers).
🌑 Sleeps less than 3 hrs a day.
🌑 Has a potty mouth.
L I K E S:🌘 Kids
🌘 Herbal Tea
🌘 Burgers
🌘 Strawberry Milk
🌘 Sweet Tea
🌘 French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
🌘 Kick Boxing
🌘 Smell of oranges & pine trees
🌘 Beaches
🌘 Alligators and Sharks
D I S L I K E S:🌗 Littering
🌗 Cigarettes (the smell gives him a headache)
🌗 Fast Food
🌗 Coffee
🌗 Wet Weather
🌗 the Cold
🌗 Soda
F E A R S:🌕 Needles.
🌕 Being considered inferior.
🌕 Social interaction / making himself look like a fool.
🌕 Going blind.
P E R S O N A L I T Y:🌛 Solitary 🌚 Spontaneous 🌚 Altruistic 🌚 Independent 🌜
Honey doesn’t like people. It’s not because he has a personal vendetta against them or anything – he just feels uncomfortable around other people. He’s socially inept when dealing with others and has a hard time communicating what he thinks on a subject or how he would react in a situation. Because of this, he tends to be quiet and reclusive when in conversations, preferring to nod his head and keep his mouth stuffed so no one can ask him a question. Because of his awkwardness, Honey is rather shy and will never initiate a conversation with someone else. Instead, he prefers to watch from the sidelines rather than participate – therefore, speaking in front of people, talking to other people, and being dragged into crowds are the bane of his existence. His social ineptitude doesn’t stop at friendly conversation, either. Honey has no idea how to approach someone he is likes. When it comes to flirting, Honey would rather set himself on fire because he simply does not know how. Furthermore, Honey cannot recognize when someone is flirting with him, either, and is rather oblivious to other people. He struggles with reading other people’s emotions, especially when it comes to romantic interest in him.
Honey is unsure of what came first – his social awkwardness or is preference for solitude. Did he become solitary because he was socially awkward or did he become socially awkward because he was solitary? It’s the chicken and the egg all over again. Either way, it remains that Honey is a lone wolf. He likes to spend his days alone, either reading in his room or in the woods walking and hunting. Honey goes at lengths to avoid people – this isn’t to say that he doesn’t have friends, he has plenty of friends…internet friends. Internet friends give him the social interaction he needs and the time to himself that he needs. Plus, if he does something embarrassing, all he has to do is change his username and dump them unceremoniously: problem solved. Maybe it’s because of his nonattachment to others that he isn’t the most loyal. Not that Honey goes out of his way to gossip and betray friends, but he dumps his friends too suddenly and is easily coerced into gabbing (though he doesn’t mean to and doesn’t think that what he is doing at the moment is wrong, but it has its backlashes).
Many would suspect, considering his shy and conservative nature, that Honey follows the rules. Well, he actually has a rebellious streak, believe it or not. Honey enjoys living spontaneously and sometimes gets the urge at night to sneak out and drink, or break into school at night out of curiosity, or spray paint a building for the sheer fun of it. In this way, he’s much of a thrill-seeker and likes to live on the edge. But Honey is not a rebel without a cause. Much of his more daunting law-breaking is mostly linked to his activist personality. Perhaps he had gotten it from his mother, but Honey is a very concerned citizen about the environment and political issues. He even likes to spend his time at rallies and can spend hours signing petitions. Honey is always advocating against deforestation, littering, pollution, animal cruelty, and even supports some social-political issues like gun laws, marriage for all, and black lives matter.
Despite all of these things, Honey has a cruel image. Because of his inherited bad temper and innate bloodlust from his mother, Honey snaps easily and is prone to fights. He has a hard time reigning it in and controlling himself and has sent people to hospitals before with broken noses and has gone to the hospital as well for broken knuckles. When he is angry, Honey is unreasonable and just wants to hurt someone for whatever reason, thinking it will make him feel better (though it rarely does). It’s due to this side of him that people often don’t see his incredibly kind nature. Honey is selfless in that he rescues kittens from trees and kids from getting run over by cars; he has no problem giving his only dollar to a homeless man or walking a woman to her car when she feels unsafe.
Above all of his attributes, there is one thing that remains incredibly important to Honey (even more important than the ecosystem) and that is independence. Honey values his freedom above everything else and would rather die than have that taken away from him. Perhaps that’s why he avoids people, because he doesn’t like to be bound by societal standards (though he still is) or maybe because he doesn’t want to have to be polite when he doesn’t want to be. Honey is very independent and likes to live his life how he chooses – whether that be drugs and alcohol or straight-A’s and college scholarships. It’s because of this independency that Honey struggles to ask for help and would much rather fix the problem on his own, as to avoid having to settle it in a way that he does not want to.
Of note, he’s also a sarcastic little shit.
B A C K G R O U N D:There’s not much to say about Hunter’s parent’s epic romance except that it wasn’t that epic at all. Hunter’s father, Johnny (known very commonly as Worm by relatives), had just finished up his fourth year of college – matter of fact, it was the night of his graduation where he had met Artemis. Hunter’s dad had gotten properly shitfaced, as per tradition of celebration, and he and his buddies thought it’d be fun to go play with a bow in the woods in the middle of the night. There he had almost shot a beautiful maiden with his arrow, but luckily she had been quick enough to dodge it – even luckier, she ended up in his bed that night. Bada bing bada boom, a baby was conceived via Johnny’s poor life decisions.
Of course, Johnny didn’t know about Artemis’s pregnancy until she had delivered the day old baby to his doorstep in hopes he would care for it. Johnny was by far not ready to take care of a kid, especially on his own, but knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions lest the child ended up in the system. So, Johnny moved from his nice apartment in Michigan back into his hometown in Florida, with his grandparents. His grandparents, born and raised Southerners with a penchant for chewing tobacco and NASCAR, were disappointed in their son but agreed to help him raise Honey.
Growing up wasn’t that difficult for Honey. He had the love of his dad and his grandparents who fostered his activist nature and nurtured all his dreams and hopes. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care about his mother – Honey cared a lot about the subject of his mother. He wondered why his mother didn’t want to keep him? Why did she abandon him without even a phone number to keep in touch with? When he asked his dad about, his dad said he didn’t know – but he wasted no time telling Honey that his mother was missing out and made a sore mistake. After a while, the questions stopped keeping him up at night, but instead fueled him with anger if it was ever brought up and a niggling irritation in the back of his mind.
The first time Honey had met his mother was when he was nine. Weird things have started to develop with him and she stopped by to check on him and explain things. The whole encounter had seemed deeply impersonal and it struck a chord with Honey – because, at that moment she revealed herself to be the Goddess of Childbirth, yet the woman who birthed him had no familial attachment to him at all? Honey decided then and there to hell with Artemis (after that, he went to church daily and constantly talked about how cool Norse mythology was to spite her). The second time Honey got a visit was when he was twelve, after his grandpa died. She stopped by to pay her condolences and her presence angered Honey even more (because how dare this woman show up to a family funeral like she could even be considered anything close to that?). He ended up destroying a couple of plates that night, in a blind rage, and got into a scuffle with his fifteen-year-old neighbor. Honey never really heard much about Artemis’s other family, the happy family, the better family, but he knew that it must exist considering she had a ring on her finger and a girl’s picture in her wallet.
There was a third time Honey came in contact with his mother – but it wasn’t face to face and could hardly be counted. He was seventeen at the time and had been getting into fights recently (a friend of his had just come out of the closet and they did live in the middle of nowhere Florida); at that time, he had been kicked out of his school and his father was struggling to find a new school that would make commute easy while still being able to take of Hunter’s grandmother (who hadn’t been well since the death of her husband). The contact came through a letter sent by Artemis, detailing Olympus Academy and how they would be willing to take him – something about giving him an opportunity to hone his skills and find kids that he could fit in well with? While his father thought it was a good idea to go there, Honey was more preoccupied with how creepy it was that Artemis was keeping tabs on him.
Honey honestly didn’t want to go to the academy, just because he meant he’d have more ties to his mother than he wanted. Nevertheless, he went, if only to give his father and grandmother peace of mind. He’s been there for four years now.
E X T R A:im always a slut for hekate
G O D L Y P A R E N T:Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt.
R E L A T I O N S H I P W I T H G O D L Y P A R E N T:Hunter doesn’t really have a relationship with his mother. He has only met her once or twice in his life and most of the times likes to pretend that she doesn’t exist. Hunter doesn’t have the highest opinion of his mother and probably never will.
G O D L Y A B I L I T I E S:Hunting & Tracking
Being related to the Goddess of the Hunt, Hunter displays an innate ability to understand the movements of wild animals. He is incredibly deft in tracking animals, trapping animals, and hunting animals. His knowhow allows him familiarity with how to approach an animal on the hunt – where to hide, how to move, how to conceal his presence. It should be noted that this hunting abilities do not completely transfer over to the tracking and hunting of a human, as humans are more unpredictable and intelligent than an animal – while it is possible, it is harder and requires more attention than the simple relaxed and easy movements of hunting an animal.
Archery
Artemis’s repertoire of skills relies heavily on her ability to shoot a bow. She is known for having perfect aim and can never miss a target. Hunter has inherited such a gift from his mother, and finds the bow fitting easily and comfortably into his grip. However, he does not have the perfect aim his mother does, though he will hit his target eight times out of ten. Unfortunately, because he finds the bow settling so easily into his arms and because his body is innately trained to hold a bow and not much else, Hunter is nearly useless with a gun. If he were to hold a gun, he would probably end up shooting his toe.
Night Vision
Artemis is the Goddess of the Hunt, but it is most notably stated that she hunts at night. As such, Hunter has inherited the ability to see better and more clearly at night than the typical mortal. His eyes adjust quicker to darkness than others do and he can see more shapes – however he does not see as clearly as he would if it was day time, he simply sees better than most, enough to get by. Unfortunately, his eyes are a lot more sensitive to light and it makes him very grumpy if someone were to turn on the light while he is sleeping.
Shapeshifting
Artemis possessed the ability to shapeshift into any animal she wanted as well as shapeshift other people into animals. Hunter only possesses the slightest ability of shapeshifting and can only shapeshift into Artemis’ sacred animals: the deer, the bear, and the buzzard-hawk. Hunter can only remain in such a form for three hours before he loses energy and it can be extremely painful to shift.
Enhanced Reflexes
Being of godly blood, Hunter’s reflexes are a tad bit faster than a normal mortal’s. He reacts faster to situations such as something being thrown at him or falling, but it is honestly not that impressive.
Banned
