Name: Emmitod
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Wherholder – hopes to be a wherhandler
History:
Emmitod was never an 'achiever'. He was content to live his wherholden life. Who cared about the revolution? Who cared about Keller? Those things didn't matter very much at all.
He had an uneventful life. He had an ordinary mother, an ordinary father, ordinary sisters and brothers in the wherhold. And he seemed like an ordinary, if very calm, boy.
There was that time when he was five, however, when his true selfish, self-centered not-so-nice nature shone through.
He was playing with other kids when one went a little too far and stole his toy, an forgettable little wooden wher doll and then played keep away with it. Emmitod just snapped. Adults had to pull him off the kid at least three times before he managed to regain control of himself and stop pummeling them.
Since then? Nothing more than the occasional blips of anger or frustration. He's been good... ish.
Anyway, the only thing that he cares about other than himself and his own laziness are the whers. He likes them. He hasn't bonded with any yet, but there is time. There is always time.
He is the center of the world. Things will wait for him to choose them. Simple as that.
The one thing that the revolution has taught him is that maybe, if he bothered to travel to the revolutionary-held weyr, he might find things interesting.
Description:
Emmitod could easily be a handsome man, if he wasn't so lean and bony. He has angles everywhere, from his broken river-sand hair to his face and broken nose, to his hunched shoulders and chest. He is muscular, that much can be seen, but his ribs are also visible under pale skin. His hands and feet and legs and arms are ropey and sinewy.
No matter how much he eats, he just doesn't put on any fat. This gets him cold easily.
He wears crappy clothes with patches and holes... and likes it. Or at least the partially unremovable small smile on his face says he likes it.
Its hard to tell with him.
Personality:
Good:
Talkative
Smart
Bad:
Manipulative
Selfish
Neutral:
Serene
Emotionally cool
General Personality
Emmitod is out for himself. Nobody else.
Everybody else is, to him, a means to an end, an obstacle, or just something there, like scenery. It's not that he doesn't consider them to be people... just not as important as he is.
He's far from stupid. He is good a reading people and manipulating them. If he bothered to apply himself, maybe he would be doing something more worthwhile and intellectual, like healing or harping. But he doesn't care enough to do anything like that. He likes the life of a wherhandler.
What does success and reputation matter if he is already the center of the world? The Universe?
The world is his stage, and all the people are mere figments of his imagination to be bent to his will. It's his story.
These are some of the things he fancies as real. The exact details of his philosophy differ day by day, but the gist is the same: Other people don't matter.
Except that isn't exactly true. He needs people. He gets broody when he's lonely, and when he's around people he is quite talkative. Charming, even.
You just have to get past the calm that surrounds him like a mist. He is flawed, but nobody would accuse him of having a temper. In fact, some think it's kind of disturbing that he doesn't get angry. Some people he knows would say that, while he is charming to talk to, he is cold as a serpent. Soulless, maybe.
He does feel emotions. The full range in fact. Nothing wrong there. He just keeps his cool. All the time. He rarely stops being more than mildly emotional.
Except when he does. Then the real, cold, selfish b*****d comes out. This has not happened since he was five, and he keeps it in check.
So, in short, Emmitod is a disturbingly calm, narcissistic, manipulative, selfish b*****d who is happy to talk your ear off.
Notes: If a clutch were to happen in Malvren Weyr, then he would- if he got the inclination to- wander over to see what transpired.
