Emery Thatcher

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Emery Thatcher
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Joined: Sun Jun 09, 2019 1:12 am
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Race: Human
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Sun Jun 09, 2019 4:22 pm

Emery Thatcher

Race: Human
Birthday: Achtus 26, 2695
Age: 24
FC: Original
Place of Origin: Dorhaven, Anaxas
Current Location: Vienda, Anaxas
Occupation: Dorhaven Massacre Refugee, Gardener, Cook
Player Name: loserprophet

Physical Description

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Emery was shorter for a human. Around 5'7 with an average build. While he didn't instinctively work out, he was active in his household and retained a minor figure. His hair was long and flowing wavy, unfortunately it was quite unclean most of the time. His eyes were a very grey hazel, crows feet hanging heavy despite his youth. He had a light unkempt beard that he rarely trimmed unless it became larger. He was unremarkable, though he had a niche handsomeness about him, it was often drowned out by his inability to hold himself confidently. His body language slumped and nervous.

Personality

Emery Thatcher was an extremely quiet man. Now at the age of twenty four he still seemed to have trouble in social situations. His thoughts raced about becoming better but had no know how. He was polite, and kind, but a conversation would never begin from his mouth. He is often captivated by beauty, whether it be art or people, it was always attention grabbing for him. Though it is indeterminate, his volatile reaction seemed to have sparked from witnessing harm be done to those he cares about. As if his inhibitions completely shut off, like a wild animal. He was still fascinated with flora and hoped to keep tending to gardens in his new home, whenever he may find one.

Backstory

As an infant, Emery was discovered left for dead in the Wraithwine woods. Nothing gave any indication to who had left him there or where he had been birthed, but he must have been found very soon after his abandonment or he would have certainly perished.

The woman who rescued him was gathering ingredients swiftly, but promptly left all behind to save the infant child. Hooded and deft, she carried the baby to her humble home in Dorhaven to inform her husband. Undeniably reluctant, the middle-aged man couldn't allow his heart to turn a blind eye to the needs of a lone newborn. They raised him as their own. The Thatcher family was nothing particularly remarkable. Frederick, the father, was a metal worker. He made an assortment of weaponry and armaments, but he passed them off as decor so Emery never really questioned his trade. However there was always a doubt about what the true nature of this occupation entailed, plus his mother would never allow a conversation about it.

From his beginning moments of true consciousness, Emery was burdened by an unnerving mystery surrounding his own life. Though his family was kind and loving to him, he couldn't shake the fact that he looked nothing like either of them. He was happy, however, so questioning it felt fruitless on his end. Emery found no strong interest other than the truth in his fathers craft, but rather followed his mothers footsteps in gardening and cooking. She was a tender soul. It rubbed off heavily on Emery as she showed him said crafts through his youth. He was quiet, non-aggressive.

Or at least was.

An evening struck in which he heard yelling from another room, it was extremely late. He arose from his slumber and thrust himself to the situation, witnessing an intruder with his hands wrapped around his mothers neck. His father was dead on the ground. Something in Emery shifted dramatically. He flew into a blind fury, nigh feral in his retaliation. He proceeded to rip the man off of his mother and brutalize him in horrific ways. Gouged eyes, chunks bitten from the mans neck, and finished by a repeated bashing of his skull into the ground.

Once the deed was finished, Emery sobbed. He was terrified. As if he had had no control over his actions in that moment. His mother comforted him as she calmly explained what was necessary next.

In the same evening, they cleaned their home and took the corpses to the forest. The eerie part for Emery was just how prepared his mother was for this instance, yet he still couldn't muster up the strength to question what happened. The beast he was just hours ago had long vanished, as did his confidence and virility.

Post this incident, Emery hardly spoke a word. He continued to work with his mother and keep to himself and his household. As years went on, it was as if nothing had occurred. Though he would catch his mother drenched in tears from time to time, she would reassure him that she was fine. His lack of hubris being his downfall of ever finding out what happened. She did eventually reveal him one fact, where he came from. That he was not of their bloodline. All this did was add to the pile of questions. A forest? A blacksmith father murdered? His burst of ferocity? What Hell was Emery forced to live?

And yet, before those questions could possibly be answered, the massacre took place. A bombing. A surge of bodies. To his horror, his mother fell in line with that. He officially had no one and he ran as fast as he could, now finding himself in Vienda.

Burdened by mystery, burdened by no knowledge of who he himself was, he did not know what to do to carry on. He had accepted his fate in forever being lost to questions, as how would there ever be a way for him to answer such daunting revelations?

Aptitude Skills

Mental
Good
Physical
Average
Social
Poor

Focus Skills

Combat

Hand to Hand (beginner)

Linguistics

Estuan (Fluent)
Estuan Sign (Fluent)

Magic

None.

Professional

Gardening (proficient)
Cooking (proficient)
Janitorial (beginner)

Career and Income

Occupation: Refugee

Attempting to find a gardening or cooking job somewhere relatively well paying

Income: Poor

Currently attempting to pick up the pieces of his life after the bombing of Dorhaven and start something new in Vienda. For now.

Housing and Inventory

Housing: None

Freshly from Dorhaven, Emery currently has nowhere to go but the streets of a new city.

Inventory


Borderline moneyless, he was barely able to scrounge a pack together to escape dorhaven. He was able to bring minor gardening tools as well as sanitation items. Nothing inconspicuous, his belongings essentially show how little he has.


Goals

His goal is to survive. Become stronger as a person and try to acquire some semblance of his own identity, even if he had to create it from scratch. He isn't so much afraid, as he is just unsure of himself.

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