Name: Emmett Holly
Nickname: Em, Holly,
THE FLASH (he came up with that one by himself, and thinks it is extremely clever because his camera has a flash har har har)
Age: 21
Birthday: March 27th
Sign: Aries
Gemstone: Ruby ruby ruby ruby soho
Blood Type: A
Fav. Food: Sautéed spinach and chicken, in the style of French cuisine. Considering his current unemployment, however, he finds store-brand potato chips to be a decent substitute (and enough sustenance to keep him from keeling over). He's not picky!
Hated Food: Ice cream - he probably
would like it, but his sensitive teeth don't really give him the chance. Not even Sensodyne cures those ouchies.
School: N/A, human civilian
Occupation: Young, eager photographer seeks freelance (or contract) work. Will take pictures of anything. Seriously, anything. Please.Things looked good for Emmett, straight out of two-year Art and Photography School. It was a big and promising world out there, and the internship program that promised jobs to all graduates had scored him a six month period of sessions with a modeling company, contracted through a swanky fashion magazine. It was everything Emmett wanted - he got to look at hot ladies all day,
and take pictures,
and get paid for it. Nothing better.
One fateful night, in the middle of rearranging only the red pieces of furniture in his loft apartment, he caught a glimpse of a news cast on his grainy television screen. Something about Terrorists? In Destiny City? That wasn't far from him at all! He was starstruck, in some warped sense of the word. If he could get images of these Terrorists - well. He'd go down in history books, like another Kevin Carter or Jeff Widener! This could be it!
Without another thought, he abandoned his promising job and set off on nightly trips to Destiny City, hoping to catch a glimpse of these terrible, dangerous people. Just a quick shot would be all he needed to get his image printed, and his name would be remembered forever.
Unfortunately, many months passed, and Emmett had nothing. He'd been scraping by for too long, and paying movers to cart all of his things to a new loft in Destiny City had forced him to sell several of his prized belongings, forever changing his redecorating routines. He currently is seeking employment; surviving off of a diet of gas station staples and selling his eclectic furniture is too depressing for the optimistic photographer.
Hobbies: Photography: Emmett loves his job, when he has one, because photography is his passion and he'd rather be doing nothing else. It started with his parents' Polaroid camera when he was a child; he still has an affinity for instant film today, but has upgraded his camera many times since then. His favorite subjects are eye-catching, be it a landscape, a person, an object, etc. He leans towards a photo-journalistic style, preferring for his photographs to tell a story rather than resemble a finely-painted piece of art. It's more important for him to have his images associated with life-changing events than to see them hanging in a gallery somewhere.
He carries his camera everywhere he goes, and spends his nights developing his negatives after cheap Chinese takeout or a microwave burrito from the Happy Mart...when he's not trying to pick up hot Indie chicks, that is. He has very little game, so he counts on his OMG TTLY DEEP ARTIST vibe to reel them in.
Obsessive Redecorating: Maybe the blue mod armchair looked good in the corner next to the aquarium
yesterday, but not today. Unemployment gives Emmett a hell of a lot of time on his hands, and when he's not out taking pictures, he's restless. Lounging around lazily is a novelty that wears off after an hour or two, and staring at his furniture inevitably leads to trying out one of the 2,678,298,301 ways they can be arranged. His redecorating can be as simple as moving around a couple of pictures or potted plants, or can get as serious as complete room redesign. One weekend was especially bad, and he painted one of his walls a terrible steel blue color. He rectified this by writing and pasting pictures all over it, playing it off as a giant chalkboard.
Freelance Tattoo Design: Though he is by no means an artist, Emmett does love tattoos. He's got juuust about as many as he'd like to have, because he's kind of proud of his complexion, but he doesn't mind helping people get ink'd all over
their bodies. Most of the tattoos he designs are for friends - he doesn't charge anything, since they're not very high quality, but they're always a good start. He's got a very keen eye for design in most aspects of his life, which is helpful for working out tattoo placement, symmetry, and aesthetics.
Oldschool Punk Music: While some people might listen to Classical or House music to relax, Emmett listens to old school punk. He loves the sounds, the beats, the lyrics, and the feeling, and has developed such an exclusive taste for it that most other music just sounds yucky. His favorite bands are the the Misfits, Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, and Bad Religion, but he's open to most things within the genre. One of Emmett's favorite parts about this genre is that most of the bands are long gone or completely dissolved, so there isn't a whole lot of temptation to spend money on concert tickets or fancy new merch. This is also, however, one of his least favorite parts - for the same reason, there isn't a whole lot of new material surfacing.
War Games: Fascinated by RISK as a kid, Emmett grew up enjoying the more competitive aspects of military tactical games. As he grew up, this transferred into competitive online games, especially Call of Duty and MAG. Unfortunately, once he became unemployed, his video games were the first to be pawned off for film and food money. He still gladly plays online with his friends when he has the chance, but this requires hanging out at someone's house; after the move, most of his friends dropped communication. It's just no fun to invite someone over when it takes, like, a whole
hour for them to get there!
Virtues: Extreme Perseverance: Few people are as determined as Emmett is. He fixates, which can be a problem (as described below) or a godsend. His dedication to his causes, as flawed as they may be, usually pulls him through to a favorable end. This works out especially well in the job world, because all of the magazines and journals he's worked for have adored the amount of effort he puts in to his assignments and stories. His focus makes him cheerfully oblivious to how annoying he might be - every action is part of a straight line directly from him to his goal, and anything off of that line doesn't really matter. This has cost him jobs with less patient employers, but employers that are tolerant of his work ethic are generally pleased with the finished product.
Thinking Outside of the Box: Photography is pretty common nowadays, with digital cameras becoming fancier by the minute and edgy high school kids insistent on becoming the next artsy prodigy. Therefore, it's essential to be able to stand out in the photography world, lest he want to remain without a job and unrecognized for the rest of his life. He tries to look at things from many different angles, hoping that he might come across something startlingly original one of these days.
Bravery For Art: Anything that has to be done to further Emmett's artistic cause
will be done without question. He has no issue sacrificing his things, his well-being, and even himself for the sake of art, rationalizing his reckless decisions by knowing that he'll at least be remembered through martyrdom if something truly terrible were to happen. He also does what he can to help out other artists, pushing where they might be do afraid to do so, or leading them in directions they were too afraid to go alone.
Flaws: Frightening Stalker Tendencies: If Emmett develops a curiosity, he won't stop until the curiosity dissipates. This has caused him to dangerously fixate upon many of the wrong things in life. In high school, he received a restraining order from the girl of his dreams, because it just is not a good idea to hang around outside of her bedroom with a camera. After graduating, he got involved in a local political scandal, and spent a short amount of time in jail for poking his nose into the business of far too important people.
And, of course, the news of terrorists that brought him to Destiny City is no exception to this. Though it is definitely the most dangerous of the obsessions, he neglects to worry about his safety, more concerned in finding out what he wants to know (and what he
needs to know in order to become the sensationalized photographer that he would love to be).
Wearin' Blinders: Another serious issue with his focus is that he can very easily see his goals and the things that directly stand between him and said goals, but can't really factor in anything else around him. Almost as if he is just looking through the lens of his camera and blocking out the rest of the world, he visually and mentally processes everything of immediate importance to him, but not much more. This can be so extreme that he neglects to notice whole buildings or people, which proves dangerous when hanging out in the wrong kind of town or getting involved in the wrong kinds of situations or journalistic investigations.
He once narrowly escaped having his kneecaps broken by some thugs in an alleyway (he thought they were the terrorists he was so diligently seeking out, and they were not) by using his camera flash to temporarily disrupt their vision. Shortly thereafter he nicknamed himself "The Flash" and told everyone the story so he could sound ultra cool.
Failed Foresight: If something seems like a good idea at the time, Emmett tends to think that it will be a good idea at any time. Most recently, this has cost him his job and many of his belongings, but he has suffered with his inability to make rational decisions all of his life. For example, it's not really okay to say 'yes' to three girls who ask you to the Sadie Hawkins dance just because they are all quite nice people. He acts heavily upon impulse, going with his immediate gut reaction. It always leads to interesting experiences, but does not always lead to the safest of places, both physically and mentally.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Eyes: Black. Technically very dark brown, but they might as well be black. He wears thick-rimmed hipster classes like
these.
Hair: Dyed black - naturally a brunette, but that's not sophisticated enough.
Face: Pierced lip (his left, our right, single hoop), just a couple of freckles on his nose.
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