Emmitod
Name: Emmitod
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Fraud
Candidate: yes
Former Craft/Rank: 'Holdless'/Trader
Appearance:
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.
Fortunately, Warden's is in the tropics and the red jumpsuit helps to keep heat in.
He is usually seen outside with a calm look in his eyes and a very small, difficult to remove smile.
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, like healing. But he doesn't care.
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 cool 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.
History:
Emmitod had what he feels is a fairly unremarkable life. Born in a weyr, He never really quite knew his father, flightlust and all that. He had a few other siblings and a niece or two.
To him, they didn't really matter. Just little annoyances to deal with. The weyr was boring too, in his opinion, and when he was old enough to be sent to do a craft, he left for the Harpercrafthall.
Halfway there, he changed his mind and joined up with a trading caravan. There he learned the art of the merchant.
He didn't see the point in a fair deal, and worked his way up to cheating more and more people out of more and more marks. Soon, he wasn't even selling anything. Just promises.
He had gone from seedy merchant to con man. It was amusing to him and his sensibilities: clearly, he had such an effect on people because he was the center of the universe! Everybody would believe him!
The money was merely a necessity. What he liked was fooling people.
Then he got caught by a sharp-eyed dragon watchman.
Em doesn't even remember what he was trying to con off of that watchman. The key is that the 18-year-old was dragged off to Wardens, where he has served his time since.
He isn't a troublemaker for now, and he may be leaving eventually, but for now...
He's in jail, and has been there for a year.
Other stuff:
