▼ PERSONAL DETAILS
► Age - Twenty-Six ► Gender - Demiboy (He/They) ► Sexuality - Undecided ► Nickname - "That fucking wizard" ► Occupation - Local Stage Magician ► Qualifications - Performance magic expertise, high school dropout. ► Residence - Eastport, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY
► Scars - Various nicks and scrapes around their hands, and a burn mark from a flame. ► Tattoos - Solid black crescent moon on his left shoulder with a skull inside the curve. ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Emmet's fashion sense is usually dark in color, and ambiguous in gender, consisting of unisex shirts, tight-waisted pants and loose button-up shirts that look too big to fit without being buttoned. Emmet wears a lot of loose clothes and lets their hair do whatever it wants, which makes him very visibly not cisgender. Whenever he's performing at a gig or goes somewhere formal, Emmet combs the hair back and puts on a dark red blazer that he got at a thrift store once. Emmet tends to favor comfort over formality outside of his "work," and as a result, his clothes often have a look of having just woken up or getting ready for bed. Slip-on shoes and sweatpants are virtually the only thing he wears on the streets, with the exception of one, or maybe two pairs of actual jeans. Formality is not high on his list of priorities. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | LIFE AT RITMAN Emmet was always a bit of an oddball. He did okay in school, mostly when numbers were involved, but he never really clicked with anybody. Emmet made the occasional friend, but they tended to drift away before anything meaningful was forged between them. Emmet had a hard time cementing relationships, always feeling like he was at the periphery of every friend group that formed in school. He was eventually little more than the guy that everyone knew but didn't really know. Maybe it was something about the way he found a hard time relating whenever someone told a story, or the way they planned their entire afternoons when all he did was go home and waste time over magic tricks and homework. Emmet could talk to people and have a laugh whenever they wanted, but interactions rarely went deeper than that. His life in high school consisted of coasting with occasional effort just to tide things over; he skipped out on daily assignments but pulled C averages on tests. Emmet grew accustomed to doing the bare minimum every now and then in practice unless it benefited them directly. When it didn't, he just checked out. A lot of it stemmed from a tendency to dissociate as a result of countless screaming at home.
Even though it felt at least a little more real than whatever the "plastics" of Ritman got up to, it was better than home, where he was subject to an uncaring mother and a father with anger problems. Home wasn't exactly a safe environment to let loose for Emmet so much as it was another obligation to put up with. His grades tended to fluctuate wildly, sometimes he'd come home with a 3.8 gpa, and other times he'd be carrying a failing grade in three classes. Mentally, Emmet was just as freewheeling as their social life, with highs and lows that reflected on his grades. Oddly enough, math was the most consistent grade he ever had. He might have finished high school with a respectable grade if he ever actually finished high school at all. As he got older, Emmet started saving up money at a gas station job, he bought a used car, and was taking on a bit more freedom in his life when they day came that his father got sick of the way he always mentally checked out regarding his life. Grades, his attitude at home, everything was a constant pendulum swing of "it is what it is" and "get serious" for Emmet. Unfortunately, their father caught them on one of the "get serious" days when he decided to lay a hand on Emmet.
To say Emmet beat the breaks off of the man over twice his age would be like calling a car crash a fender bender, Richard Bray had to go to the hospital for a broken nose, two broken ribs, and internal bleeding around his lungs and neck. The moment he stopped putting up a fight, Emmet stormed out of the house and didn't come home until three in the morning. They emptied out their room, and stuff belonging after belonging into the back of their old 1998 civic. Just like everything else in his life, Emmet stopped caring, and simply checked out. He didn't go to school that morning, he just drove across miles of road until he checked back into his own head to think about what he was doing. He never went home, instead he lived out of his car for a few months until he was lucky enough to catch a spot at a bar somewhere that paid for a performance. Emmet settled into a life of weekly magic shows at a bar in Eastport called Eastport Taps. He stopped going by his given name once he showed up for the first time in case his parents went looking, and "Emmet" is the name he uses today. PSYCHE After their great escape, Emmet tried to break out of those old check-in-check-out habits he defaulted to. For the most part, he's been able to get out of his head and make something of himself mentally. Emmet is much more social now, talking to people with more comfort, and can easily make friends with likeminded people. Emmet still tries to take the path of least resistance, and still plays it cool with a seemingly uncaring front, but takes daily responsibilities more seriously. He doesn't see those responsibilities as burdens, but as things that keep the wheels turning that need to turn so life can be enjoyed. most of the people in Eastport know the name Emmet Bray as a local icon, and he tries his best to put smiles on the faces of the crowds, because he wishes deep down that he had more reasons to smile as a kid. They rarely seem negative or cynical about things, but Emmet is generally a very collected person, used to masking emotions for the sake of saving face. If he's upset, you might not realize it unless you're paying close attention, or he tells you outright.
Around other people, Emmet tries to keep his image as the cool wizard in the bar even when people are going through things. He feels empathy for others who feel lonely, or distraught with nothing or no one to turn to. Emmet's personality has effectively turned inside out from the days of Ritman. They were once an inward person who wouldn't reach out, and now he's an outward person that can't be easily reached inside of. Heavy problems seem to just roll off of his shoulders, even if he still feels the nagging urge to bug out and disappear back into a safer place, except alongside other people that he cares about. Emmet makes it a point to remember things he learns about people. If someone shares a piece of information about their past with them, Emmet sees that as a sign of trust and closeness, which he feels obligated to respect. He tries his best to keep friend groups from fighting, having seen enough discourse in his childhood for one life. They're a mix of that voice of reason everyone needs paired with point of view of someone who was always the outsider looking in. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |