Proleptic

X-Men: Age of Mutants

Ronan Carlisle

As light peeked through a growing crack in the wall, a pair of eyelids lifted to reveal shocking green eyes, bleary from sleep, and surveying their surroundings with growing urgency. What's going on here?! Ronan was understandably freaked. Waking up in what now appeared to be an aircraft, while locked in "safety" restraints, was not exactly Ronan's idea of a good time. The crack, which was now obviously the ramp to the aircraft's entrance, continued to widen, and Ronan's eyes were adjusting to the different light level of the hangar bay it was opening into. He could make out the blurred outline of two person's heads cast against a grayish metal wall and floor. Others bustled about behind them, some traveling quickly through the enclosure, while others were simply walking. Ronan saw one figure swoop rapidly through the air and — wait... swoop? — and had to shake his head for a moment, thinking himself still asleep. Just where am I?! Ronan thought, starting to settle into hyperventilation. I have to leave. I can't be here! He was realizing just what he had seen swoop by, and his brain was not at all ready to come to terms with it. As he checked his surroundings, he saw several more people in the seats around him — some wearing more restraints than others — and immediately began racking his brain for the memories of how he came to be on this ship, surrounded by these ahh... particular individuals.

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The catacombs of France, also known as the Zimbayas, are not known for their hospitable, family-friendly atmosphere. They are filthy, with their condition taking after that of the time period of their birth. They are some of the most cramped and awful spaces you could imagine fitting into. To put it mildly, a claustrophobic individual would have a panic attack considering the modern doorway to the hellish tunnels. Last, but certainly not least, they are filled with bones... yeah. All things considered, this was not exactly the place one would expect to find the mildly depressed, and heavily anxious, Ronan Carlisle. Despite all this, there he was, observing with great interest what is affectionately referred to as the Crypt of the Sepulchral Lamp. The skulls packed into the bone walls were all grinning stupidly at the spectators, obviously pleased with their condition. Ronan, despite all odds, was having the time of his life. The sickening architectural design here, while just that, is truly inspired. He thought in a moment of unusual morbidity. He snapped a quick picture of the lamp in the head of the room, and turned to walk back the way he came, reaching out the feathered stick in his left hand in order to ensure he didn't lose his place. Few people were willing to go in here at all, and those that did were careful not to stray far from the known rooms and exits. To do such a thing was equivalent to intentionally losing oneself in the mythical Labyrinth of Daedalus.

Ronan kept the feathered tip of the stick held to the left wall, never allowing it to leave the surface, as he navigated the tunnels. He could hear the echoing footsteps of people ahead and behind him, and could smell the dank and moist air that was a constant companion in these halls. As he walked along, he heard a strange puff of air, and smelled the faint tinge of sulfur in the air. He covered his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, and continued on, before hearing the sound again. As exploration-bound as he was, Ronan knew when he was getting bad vibes, and he knew it was never just a feeling — at least not for him. He turned around, switching the hand he held the stick him, and keeping it trained on the same wall. He kept smelling the slight waft of burning brimstone as he walked back through the tunnels, and picked up his pace a bit, pushing by people in a rather rude manner when the tunnels became more narrow. After a few minutes of jogging, he ducked into a well-lit room to catch his breath, and turned to face the wall. There was a plaque detailing the room's usage, and telling of how the Nazis had created an underground bunker in this room, which laid beneath the Lycée Montaigne. It was really fascinating. As he turned back towards the entrance, Ronan clearly saw a blue puff of smoke, followed by the emergence of a blue — yes, blue — figure, sporting a tail and patterned skin. A small part of Ronan was wondering what the patterns were, but that part was dominated by the more significant yell that was exuding from his mouth.

The figure leapt forward, his three-fingered hand reaching up to cover Ronan's mouth. Ronan thrashed wildly at the man's arms, attempting to wrench his grip off of him, while ceasing the screaming the man obviously objected to. Ronan fell backwards, the creature before him releasing him readily, and Ronan began to breathe quickly. "W-who are you?! What are you doing here?!" Ronan sputtered as he scrambled to his feet, his eyes flicking back and forth between the exit, and the man's old-fashioned attire. "Rest assured, I mean you no harm. I am on a mission of peace. I was sent to recruit you to our cause, as a fellow mutant, with the hope that we would be able to train you to more fully understand your mutation, and someday, utilize it to help others."

One could have detected the sound of a pin hitting the floor as Ronan let that sink in. One part of him was concerned with the heavy German brogue, while the rest was busy attempting to comprehend the man's statement. "W-what do you mean mutation?" He asked hurriedly. "I've no idea what you are talking about! Now I really have to go." With that, Ronan walked quickly for the archway, but found a very blue man soon blocking his path. "I must insist, please, that you come with me." He said, reaching his three-fingered hand out — yup, still three fingers — to rest on Ronan's shoulder. Ronan felt a panic attack coming, and threw the man's hand aside, rushing for the exit now. Another puff of smoke popped up and he found the man in front of him once again. "Please, don't make this harder than it needs to be." He said, but Ronan was already acting. He ran right into the man, bowling him over from the unexpected actions, and continued on, running back down the way he knew the tunnels led, uncaring of the stick he left behind in the room. He heard, rather than saw, another puff of smoke, and once again ran into the man, with very different results this time. He felt like he hit a brick wall, and the man's arms locked around his torso. "I am sorry about this." Ronan felt something coming, and closed his eyes as he heard something akin to a growing rush of air.

He opened his eyes as it ended, and found they hadn't moved, but rather, the man no longer had him in his grip. After all, it would be rather difficult to hold onto someone when your arms had become rather unyielding sticks. He saw the man's expression turn into a stunned one, as he pushed past him and further down the tunnels, thinking he may be able to escape, and deciding to push aside thoughts of the man's stick arms for the time being. He ducked into a small, dark alcove, ignoring the spiders and other critters that roamed the small space. He held his breath and waited for a moment, hoping to see the man walk — or 'puff' — past him. After a few minute, he believed it was safe, and extricated himself from the cramped space, brushing off the dirt and grime. He began walking slowly back through the tunnels, just now beginning to contemplate the last ten minutes, before he heard a puff, and knew no more.

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Ronan's eyes widened as he remembered the events that transpired to ensure his arrival, and immediately felt himself descending into panic. By this time, the ramp had fallen, and he could see the men standing outside clearly. He just had time to realize that the older man was somewhat familiar when his restraints suddenly turned to clay, and Ronan stood up, attempting to reason with himself in order to make the best course of action — which on some level he realized involved doing nothing, as there was no real way for him to escape this — before he found himself unable to really truly do such a thing as reason, at a time like this. "W-where am I?"

X-Men: Age of Mutants

@FallenTrinity No worries, mate. We will be starting soon, but everyone will be doing introductory posts for a little while. You will have a while to make your character and introduce him/her.

X-Men: Age of Mutants

@LokiLeo789 How come?

X-Men: Age of Mutants

@Dark Eternity I am one of Prudence's co-mng's, and I had him on the other end last night when I made it. He approved. x) even still I had intended to follow protocol, but I totally forgot I was in the character tab and accidentally posted it. :'D I put it in here because I felt bad. :')

X-Men: Age of Mutants

Ronan Carlisle

Ronan Carlisle

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Ronan is slightly above average height (6'), with dark brown hair, and green eyes. He is fairly pale, and has a rather awkward, and aloof, resting expression. He is lean and cut. He tends to wear boring clothing, leaning towards jeans and a simple tee-shirt.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality: Ronan is incredibly shy and reserved due to traumatic experiences with his powers, and with mistrusting people. He is socially awkward and avoids all social situations like the plague. He is paranoid that someone is always after him and has great troubles trusting anyone. He doesn't trust anyone fully.

Ronan is also intensely insecure. As he doesn't have any friends, he does not have anyone to talk to about his insecurities and issues. Therefore, they are never resolved. He harbors severe anxiety, with depression being a growing problem. Underneath the exterior and many layers of antisocial tendencies and self-protection, Ronan is a rather odd, but interesting, person. He is very quirky, and enjoys ice cream, late night outings, and traveling.

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History: Ronan Carlisle was born into a nice, middle-class family. He was raised in a morally clean home, where he was loved by his parents and two siblings. He was the middle child, but never struggled with his position. He lived happily with his family, in Colorado. When Ronan was seven, his family moved to Denver. This was a much tougher environment than he had previously experienced, and he wasn't quite prepared for the type of people he would meet, even when those people were children. His first day of school in his new home went drastically wrong, ending up with Ronan in a classroom full of flowers. A kid in his class had decided it would just be the greatest idea ever to throw pencils at Ronan. He threw them for hours, always stopping when the teacher would turn around. Ronan was getting increasingly frustrated and embarrassed. On the way back from lunch, Ronan was hoping that maybe he would be able to escape during reading hour. He went to sit down on a beanbag in the corner, but found himself flat on the floor, with his newest enemy sitting in the chair, looking mighty pleased with his intervention. Ronan had taken enough, and his anxiety reached its peak. as the boy prepared to throw on more pencil at him, every pencil in the classroom was suddenly replaced with flowers. Flowers of various shades, shapes, and sizes were scattered about. The boy's eyes were bugged, practically out off his skull, staring at the flowers that newly appeared in his hand. Ronan ran from the room, his tear-streaked face layered with confusion and fear. He ran to a nearby supply closet, and waited until his mother showed up to leave. He was enrolled in a private school from that point onward.

At the private school, Ronan was able to keep to himself. It was a boarding school that operated with dormitories for students four days out of the week, and sent the students home for Friday and the weekend. He was able to do his school work, and read in his bed, keeping away from anyone that might seek to bully him. As much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't help but have a feeling that he had somehow made the event happen. Everyone had stared at him as if they had seen him do it. It frightened him, and kept him from opening up. He stayed in the private school until the age of fourteen, when he moved on to high school. He decided he believed he was ready for a public school again. He had gained a better sense of self in the recent years, and had gained experience in social situations. He had almost entirely forgotten about the incident in the classroom. On his first day, he went to his first period with a somewhat confident air hidden within himself. He took his seat and waited for class to start. He could see groups of friends mulling about, greeting one another familiarly. He told himself that he would let someone else approach him first, rather than trying to introduce himself. That was never his strong suit. He kept to himself as class started, and they had introductions. He had to do an introduction. Public display was his greatest fear. He sat through just a few people as it came to his turn. His heart was beating practically out of his chest at the thought, but he stood and walked to the front, facing a group of total strangers. He introduced himself as Ronan Carlisle, and raised a slightly shaky hand in a wave, unable to really tell anything about himself, given the circumstances. He saw the snickering faces of the major cliques as he walked back to his seat, and caught a glimpse of one rather rude-looking boy flashing him an open palm with a finger to the center. Great. He sat down and decided to keep to himself for the remainder of the first week, before trying to branch out. All was well until his third period. He fled his first period rapidly, giving nobody time to talk to him, and he survived second period with a head on his shoulders. When third period hit, he found those same boys sitting in the room, and they locked onto their newest target as he walked in the room. Great.

Ronan tried not to notice the eyes following him as he made his way to his seat. As he sat down, he felt a ball of paper hit the back of his head, and heard a burst of laughter from across the room. They were calling his "name". Dickwad; Asshat; Dipshit. He ignored them and tried to just sit down and wait for the bell to ring. He kept feeling spitballs and paper balls colliding with his head, but kept to himself and kept his emotions in check. When the teacher walked in, the boys didn't cease to cause a racket, and Ronan just kept his eyes forwards. The teacher was getting rather irate at the boys, but didn't do anything to stop them, and so by the end of class, when the boys were reaching the height of their fun, Ronan broke. One of the boys threw a book at Ronan's head, and Ronan's eyes snapped to the book in mid flight, before it suddenly twisted and morphed into a bat. Several people screamed as Ronan fell out of his chair in shock. The boys were yelling and running about the room, with the bat chasing them and dive-bombing them repeatedly. Ronan shook silently on the ground beside his desk, before his slight panic attack abated, and the bat transfigured back into a book while in mid flight, falling to the floor of the classroom. This was just like that incident all those years ago in the classroom, and brought back all of the negative feelings that Ronan had been feeling at the time of the original accident. Tears started streaming from his eyes as the windows shattered, and books were torn from the shelves, with papers beginning to fly amok throughout the room. Amidst the chaos, one of the bullies made his way over to Ronan, and knocked him unconscious with a vicious textbook smack to the head.

Ronan awoke in the school infirmary, dehydrated, and sporting a serious headache. He had no idea what all had happened, and only remembered the terrible feelings that had induced his panic. The nurse walked in, clearly frazzled at the situation, and attempted to question Ronan as to what means he had taken to set up such an elaborate prank, as that is obviously what this must have been. How could it be anything else? Ronan was suspended for a week following the event, with everyone seeing him as the clear spawn of the disastrous "prank". Ronan never returned to that school. He had made the realization that the strange things that had happened in the classroom, both times, had been caused by himself. As much as he would like to deny it, he knew this was the case. He kept it a secret from everyone. He made up methods of how he created the prank, in order to tell his obviously irate parents. He lived a lie, and did his best to keep his emotions under lock and key, so as to avoid any more "incidents". He withdrew and was given private tutors for his education, preferring to stay hauled up in his house, so as to avoid any social interactions. He began receiving therapy, but closed himself off to everyone, including his parents and siblings. When he graduated high school at the age of eighteen, Ronan decided to put off school for a year, and instead go traveling the world, never knowing the insane things that would become his world.

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Mutation: Ronan's mutation allows him to harness a unique magical force that has yet to be named. Unlike many magicians in the world, he innately contains a magical force within himself, separate from the magical energies of the universe itself. He harnesses that energy from within his own being, as well as the energies outside himself, in order to create fantastical displays of power and supernatural ability. The most major abilities at this point include complete/incomplete, temporary transfiguration, telekinesis, astral projection, illusion projection, and limited scrying. This means that he can transfigure any matter into something different, manipulate objects with telekinesis, project his spirit freely throughout the dimension, and potentially other dimensions, and create illusions of varying degrees. It is likely that other abilities will manifest, but at his core, his magic is inclined towards transfiguration. At this time, he is completely unable to control his powers, and they act only as an automatic defense mechanism for his anxious or panicked mind. While there is no set amount of energy that he can contain, he does get physically and mentally exhausted from usage of these powers, though he doesn't realize it yet. His ability will grow every time he uses these abilities, though slowly in general. His capabilities with transfiguration will be limited to his imagination and power level. For instance, if he were extremely powerful, but unable to imagine more detail in a mouse than fur and skin, transfiguring a computer mouse into a real mouse would not render the mouse alive, a he would only be able to imagine an inanimate figure with fur and skin. His powers will rely on both wish and belief.

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Other: Pineapples have a universal price of three United States dollars.

X-Men: Age of Mutants

Ronan Carlisle

Ronan Carlisle

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Ronan is slightly above average height, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. He is fairly pale, and has a rather awkward, and aloof, resting expression. He is lean and cut. He tends to wear boring clothing, leaning towards jeans and a simple tee-shirt.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality: Ronan is incredibly shy and reserved due to traumatic experiences with his powers, and with mistrusting people. He is socially awkward and avoids all social situations like the plague. He is paranoid that someone is always after him and has great troubles trusting anyone. He doesn't trust anyone fully.

Ronan is also intensely insecure. As he doesn't have any friends, he does not have anyone to talk to about his insecurities and issues. Therefore, they are never resolved. He harbors severe anxiety, with depression being a growing problem. Underneath the exterior and many layers of antisocial tendencies and self-protection, Ronan is a rather odd, but interesting, person. He is very quirky, and enjoys ice cream, late night outings, and traveling.

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History: Ronan Carlisle was born into a nice, middle-class family. He was raised in a morally clean home, where he was loved by his parents and two siblings. He was the middle child, but never struggled with his position. He lived happily with his family, in Colorado. When Ronan was seven, his family moved to Denver. This was a much tougher environment than he had previously experienced, and he wasn't quite prepared for the type of people he would meet, even when those people were children. His first day of school in his new home went drastically wrong, ending up with Ronan in a classroom full of flowers. A kid in his class had decided it would just be the greatest idea ever to throw pencils at Ronan. He threw them for hours, always stopping when the teacher would turn around. Ronan was getting increasingly frustrated and embarrassed. On the way back from lunch, Ronan was hoping that maybe he would be able to escape during reading hour. He went to sit down on a beanbag in the corner, but found himself flat on the floor, with his newest enemy sitting in the chair, looking mighty pleased with his intervention. Ronan had taken enough, and his anxiety reached its peak. as the boy prepared to throw on more pencil at him, every pencil in the classroom was suddenly replaced with flowers. Flowers of various shades, shapes, and sizes were scattered about. The boy's eyes were bugged, practically out off his skull, staring at the flowers that newly appeared in his hand. Ronan ran from the room, his tear-streaked face layered with confusion and fear. He ran to a nearby supply closet, and waited until his mother showed up to leave. He was enrolled in a private school from that point onward.

At the private school, Ronan was able to keep to himself. It was a boarding school that operated with dormitories for students four days out of the week, and sent the students home for Friday and the weekend. He was able to do his school work, and read in his bed, keeping away from anyone that might seek to bully him. As much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't help but have a feeling that he had somehow made the event happen. Everyone had stared at him as if they had seen him do it. It frightened him, and kept him from opening up. He stayed in the private school until the age of fourteen, when he moved on to high school. He decided he believed he was ready for a public school again. He had gained a better sense of self in the recent years, and had gained experience in social situations. He had almost entirely forgotten about the incident in the classroom. On his first day, he went to his first period with a somewhat confident air hidden within himself. He took his seat and waited for class to start. He could see groups of friends mulling about, greeting one another familiarly. He told himself that he would let someone else approach him first, rather than trying to introduce himself. That was never his strong suit. He kept to himself as class started, and they had introductions. He had to do an introduction. Public display was his greatest fear. He sat through just a few people as it came to his turn. His heart was beating practically out of his chest at the thought, but he stood and walked to the front, facing a group of total strangers. He introduced himself as Ronan Carlisle, and raised a slightly shaky hand in a wave, unable to really tell anything about himself, given the circumstances. He saw the snickering faces of the major cliques as he walked back to his seat, and caught a glimpse of one rather rude-looking boy flashing him an open palm with a finger to the center. Great. He sat down and decided to keep to himself for the remainder of the first week, before trying to branch out. All was well until his third period. He fled his first period rapidly, giving nobody time to talk to him, and he survived second period with a head on his shoulders. When third period hit, he found those same boys sitting in the room, and they locked onto their newest target as he walked in the room. Great.

Ronan tried not to notice the eyes following him as he made his way to his seat. As he sat down, he felt a ball of paper hit the back of his head, and heard a burst of laughter from across the room. They were calling his "name". Dickwad; Asshat; Dipshit. He ignored them and tried to just sit down and wait for the bell to ring. He kept feeling spitballs and paper balls colliding with his head, but kept to himself and kept his emotions in check. When the teacher walked in, the boys didn't cease to cause a racket, and Ronan just kept his eyes forwards. The teacher was getting rather irate at the boys, but didn't do anything to stop them, and so by the end of class, when the boys were reaching the height of their fun, Ronan broke. One of the boys threw a book at Ronan's head, and Ronan's eyes snapped to the book in mid flight, before it suddenly twisted and morphed into a bat. Several people screamed as Ronan fell out of his chair in shock. The boys were yelling and running about the room, with the bat chasing them and dive-bombing them repeatedly. Ronan shook silently on the ground beside his desk, before his slight panic attack abated, and the bat transfigured back into a book while in mid flight, falling to the floor of the classroom. This was just like that incident all those years ago in the classroom, and brought back all of the negative feelings that Ronan had been feeling at the time of the original accident. Tears started streaming from his eyes as the windows shattered, and books were torn from the shelves, with papers beginning to fly amok throughout the room. Amidst the chaos, one of the bullies made his way over to Ronan, and knocked him unconscious with a vicious textbook smack to the head.

Ronan awoke in the school infirmary, dehydrated, and sporting a serious headache. He had no idea what all had happened, and only remembered the terrible feelings that had induced his panic. The nurse walked in, clearly frazzled at the situation, and attempted to question Ronan as to what means he had taken to set up such an elaborate prank, as that is obviously what this must have been. How could it be anything else? Ronan was suspended for a week following the event, with everyone seeing him as the clear spawn of the disastrous "prank". Ronan never returned to that school. He had made the realization that the strange things that had happened in the classroom, both times, had been caused by himself. As much as he would like to deny it, he knew this was the case. He kept it a secret from everyone. He made up methods of how he created the prank, in order to tell his obviously irate parents. He lived a lie, and did his best to keep his emotions under lock and key, so as to avoid any more "incidents". He withdrew and was given private tutors for his education, preferring to stay hauled up in his house, so as to avoid any social interactions. He began receiving therapy, but closed himself off to everyone, including his parents and siblings. When he graduated high school at the age of eighteen, Ronan decided to put off school for a year, and instead go traveling the world, never knowing the insane things that would become his world.

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Mutation: Ronan's mutation allows him to harness a unique magical force that has yet to be named. Unlike many magicians in the world, he innately contains a magical force within himself, separate from the magical energies of the universe itself. He harnesses that energy from within his own being, as well as the energies outside himself, in order to create fantastical displays of power and supernatural ability. The most major abilities at this point include complete/incomplete, temporary transfiguration, telekinesis, astral projection, and illusion projection. This means that he can transfigure any matter into something different, manipulate objects with telekinesis, project his spirit freely throughout the dimension, and potentially other dimensions, and create illusions of varying degrees. It is likely that other abilities will manifest, but at his core, his magic is inclined towards transfiguration. At this time, he is completely unable to control his powers, and they act only as an automatic defense mechanism for his anxious or panicked mind. While there is no set amount of energy that he can contain, he does get physically and mentally exhausted from usage of these powers, though he doesn't realize it yet. His ability will grow every time he uses these abilities, though slowly in general. His capabilities with transfiguration will be limited to his imagination and power level. For instance, if he were extremely powerful, but unable to imagine more detail in a mouse than fur and skin, transfiguring a computer mouse into a real mouse would not render the mouse alive, a he would only be able to imagine an inanimate figure with fur and skin. His powers will rely on both wish and belief.

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X-Men: Age of Mutants

Totally was going to do a teleporter. So I guess I'll be reforming my char. I'll have up the cs soon.

smack [Teen Debauchery RP]

Emmett Green

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Emmett Green is a classic nice guy, with combed and parted brown hair, and a bright smile full of teeth. He typically wears sweater vests with long shirts underneath. He usually wears khakis or slacks, but can sometimes be seen wearing jeans, when in a casual environment. He often wears ties, but prefers to wear them loosely, or not at all, when in a casual environment. He often wears loafers or sperrys, but will wear sneakers when wearing jeans. He enjoys wearing suits and looking sharp. Catching him in a t-shirt, when outside of a gym setting, would be nigh on impossible. He is 6' tall and relatively thin, and he is fit, thanks to his history running cross-country.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality: Emmett Green is a stereotypical nice guy. He has an outgoing and good-natured personality. He is a devoted member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and he follows the doctrines to the best of his ability. He is seen by some as a stick in the mud, but is a close member of the friend group none the less. Emmett enjoys most sports, but most of all enjoys tennis, running, and golf. He loves to read, and he loves adventuring with his friends. Emmett loves to try to help others, especially his friends, and lives by his desire to help others.

Beneath the obvious exterior, Emmett actually is severely insecure. Despite his religious assurance of his value in the eyes of his heavenly father, he has always felt like last place in his family, friend group, and life. He has underlying depression that he hides, but with each passing day it becomes harder. He prays that he might be able to be happier, but hasn't found what he needs. As he becomes more and more depressed, though it is still minor at the moment, his resolve to keep his morals weakens, and his outlook on the world worsens.

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History: Emmett Green was born in a properly mormon home, to a wonderfully functional family. He was raised with four siblings, with him being the middle of the five of them. He went to private school after being home schooled, up until high school age, and he exceeded in all subjects. He did lots of extra-curricular, and was an active member of the church for his entire life. He continues to be an active member even today, but nobody seems to realize that he is struggling. He did well in school, going so far as to be in the top ten at his large private school. He qualified for states in both cross-country and band, and plans to attend Brigham Young University, in Utah, when he returns from his mission trip. He seems to have the ideal family life, and the ideal outlook on life. Underneath the wonderful exterior, Emmett struggles to get by mentally with each passing day.

Emmett is faced with a budding case of depression. His friends all help him through it, unknowingly, but there is only so much that anyone can do. He hides it well, and nobody seems to have noticed yet, but Emmett gets worse with each passing day. Each day it is a little harder to find the energy and motivation to get up in the morning, and to do just about anything. Emmett has a good job that he gets plenty of money from, and he has a good education waiting for him after his mission, which he leaves for in a year, but he just isn't happy. Currently, despite his hidden problems, Emmett strives to help his friends live better lives, and to be as happy as they can be. He tries to help them as they help him, and tries to be the best man and mormon that he can be. Slowly, the pressure is building, and slowly, Emmett is falling.

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Emmett Green

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Emmett Green is a classic nice guy, with combed and parted brown hair, and a bright smile full of teeth. He typically wears sweater vests with long shirts underneath. He usually wears khakis or slacks, but can sometimes be seen wearing jeans, when in a casual environment. He often wears ties, but prefers to wear them loosely, or not at all, when in a casual environment. He often wears loafers or sperrys, but will wear sneakers when wearing jeans. He enjoys wearing suits and looking sharp. Catching him in a t-shirt, when outside of a gym setting, would be nigh on impossible. He is 6' tall and relatively thin, and he is fit, thanks to his history running cross-country.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality: Emmett Green is a stereotypical nice guy. He has an outgoing and good-natured personality. He is a devoted member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and he follows the doctrines to the best of his ability. He is seen by some as a stick in the mud, but is a close member of the friend group none the less. Emmett enjoys most sports, but most of all enjoys tennis, running, and golf. He loves to read, and he loves adventuring with his friends. Emmett loves to try to help others, especially his friends, and lives by his desire to help others.

Beneath the obvious exterior, Emmett actually is severely insecure. Despite his religious assurance of his value in the eyes of his heavenly father, he has always felt like last place in his family, friend group, and life. He has underlying depression that he hides, but with each passing day it becomes harder. He prays that he might be able to be happier, but hasn't found what he needs. As he becomes more and more depressed, though it is still minor at the moment, his resolve to keep his morals weakens, and his outlook on the world worsens.

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History: Emmett Green was born in a properly mormon home, to a wonderfully functional family. He was raised with four siblings, with him being the middle of the five of them. He went to private school after being home schooled, up until high school age, and he exceeded in all subjects. He did lots of extra-curricular, and was an active member of the church for his entire life. He continues to be an active member even today, but nobody seems to realize that he is struggling. He did well in school, going so far as to be in the top ten at his large private school. He qualified for states in both cross-country and band, and plans to attend Brigham Young University, in Utah, when he returns from his mission trip. He seems to have the ideal family life, and the ideal outlook on life. Underneath the wonderful exterior, Emmett struggles to get by mentally with each passing day.

Emmett is faced with a budding case of depression. His friends all help him through it, unknowingly, but there is only so much that anyone can do. He hides it well, and nobody seems to have noticed yet, but Emmett gets worse with each passing day. Each day it is a little harder to find the energy and motivation to get up in the morning, and to do just about anything. Emmett has a good job that he gets plenty of money from, and he has a good education waiting for him after his mission, which he leaves for in a year, but he just isn't happy. Currently, despite his hidden problems, Emmett strives to help his friends live better lives, and to be as happy as they can be. He tries to help them as they help him, and tries to be the best man and mormon that he can be. Slowly, the pressure is building, and slowly, Emmett is falling.

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