Emrys Jones
Dec 27, 2010 2:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Emrys Jones on Dec 27, 2010 2:14:32 GMT -5
The Basics
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Name: Emrys Lani Jones
Nicknames: Em, Emmy (but don't call him that), Rys, Emery
Age: 27
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Music teacher
Powers: Telepathy/Empathy - Emrys is quite capable of hearing other people's thoughts as well as getting a very clear read on their emotions and whispering in other people's minds whenever it seems like a good idea. The empathy is probably the most well exercised of the bunch, but that's simply because he finds it a lot more useful and a lot less harmful.
Play By: Chris Pine
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: His eyes are a bright blue, though they may appear lighter than that from the milky film that developed over Emery's cornea due to his blindness.
Any Piercings? He got a nipple pierced on a dare when he was nineteen. Emrys still has the ring for it, but he very rarely wears it.
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? None that are significant.
General Appearance: Right off the bat, Emrys will tell you that he isn't anything special, but he can't have much of an opinion on himself; he's never seen his own reflection. The man stands about six foot even, give or take a fourth or half inch, and is pretty solidly built. He'll probably tell you that his build is just a natural genetic inheritance or something, but don't let him fool you. He spent a lot of time playing around with weights as a teenager to get the athletic build that he has today. Luckily, the man isn't all that arrogant about his body, so unless you see him without a shirt, you probably won't realize to what extent of muscle that he has underneath his clothes, and he's quite happy whether anyone else knows or not.
Otherwise, Emrys is fairly average. He has brown hair that he keeps a few inches of, just because it feels really weird trying to run his hand through it when it's not there. That shade of brown just kind of came with all his family, so there's no question on where he came from. Most of the time he has the same color stubble to go right along with his hair because he doesn't particularly like to shave, but he never wants to grow a beard. They're too much of a hassle and rather annoying to him. Probably the only peculiar things on him are his eyes and his fingers. His fingers aren't so much peculiar per say, but not everyone in the world has the pads of their fingers pretty well callused from the constant abuse from once instrument or another. His eyes though are probably one of the first things to be noticed on him. Sometimes they look almost a ghostly shade of blue, depending on the light, because the film that has developed over his cornea since he went blind seems to make the color more washed out, or sometimes brighter. When they're mentioned, he has no qualms about telling people it's because he's blind, but he can get a little self-conscious if they're brought up too much in one day.
Personality: If you were to ask someone what Em was like, the most common response would probably be something along the lines of "a nice guy, but not much upstairs". This first, generalized impression of Emrys is only partially right. Emrys is one of those people who is always open to meeting people and getting to better know those around him. He'll be the first one to ask you how you are and inquire about this or that every time. It rarely fails. The man is well known for striking up conversation with people that he doesn't know in the slightest, and sometimes people tend to be surprised when they find out that he's blind, simply because of the way that he always seems to know when someone is around him. (Which is actually due to his powers, but that's beside the point.) The bottom line is yes, Emrys is a very nice guy, as picked up from the common assumption of him. He's the kind of guy you could go to with a problem and not have to worry about it getting out and maybe even get some good advice from. If not advice, he'll at least try to make you laugh.
Emrys is actually rather easily amused, which could be in part to the 'not a lot upstairs' comment. He finds the stupidest, simplest jokes hilarious sometimes, and sometimes it's things that don't even seem all that funny at all to anyone else. His sense of humor isn't the most usual, and it's made a few people question his sanity (albiet jokingly, he hopes), but he enjoys laughing, so who cares? He'd rather be laughing than being upset, after all. So much in fact that he has a tendency to use laughter to cover up the fact that he's hurt. It's a defense mechanism that doesn't make any sense to even himself, but when something bad comes up, he'll either start laughing or he'll make some kind of joke to try and have a reason to laugh. He just has to avoid that emotional outburst until he's by himself, in his own mind. To him, it's not fair to dump his emotional load on other people, so he'll play like nothing's wrong, or get away as quickly as he can to go spend some quality time with his saxophone.
Emrys is very musically inclined and has had a love for it since he started on it, taking the time to learn many different instruments, hence why he has the job as a music teacher now. His greatest love has to be his sax though. He loves the sultry tunes that pour from the instrument and sitting on his balcony in the late hours of the evening to play out into the night air has to be the most soothing thing in the world to him. He decided a while ago that music was the best medicine in the world. It was a bit of a struggle getting anyone to believe he could actually play, but he's one of the most stubborn men you'll ever meet, and god forbid you try to judge him on the fact that he lacks sight. He can't stand it when people just assume things because he can't see, and he can get riled up rather quickly when it comes to that. It's a touchy thing with him. Normally though, his temper is a slow burn and consists of hissed words and controlled arguments, unless something truly sets him off badly. Then things might come to blows, but otherwise he'll typically say his piece and stomp off.
Your Vices
Likes:
• Music
• Cold weather
• Sleeping in
• Playing the saxophone
• Exotic food/food with really good flavor
• Wine
• Long, hot, sometimes nearly burn your skin off showers
• Science fiction shows
• Ice skating
• Vanilla
Dislikes:
• Magnolia trees
• Alarm bleeping
• Pet birds
• Hot weather
• Long car rides
• Being treated differently
• Silence
• Hot weather
• Whining
• Chocolate
Strengths:
• Strong-willed
• Good musician
• Patient
• Giving advice
• Playing by ear
Weaknesses:
• Stubborn
• Refuses to ask for help
• Creating stories
• Saying no to a sob story
• Keeping his sense of direction sometimes
Fears: Em likes to pretend that he’s not afraid of anything, but that’s far from true. Emrys’s biggest fear is going deaf and being lost inside his own head space with only his telepathy to attempt to help guide him.
Secret: A couple years ago, Emrys got a call from one of his ex-girlfriends sisters, informing him that he had a daughter that no one had bothered telling him about. Layla hadn't wanted to tell him, considering that she was engaged, so she didn't, but Tammy couldn't see keeping that from him, so she told him. He's never seen the little girl, but he knows her name is Madison, and he even has a tape recording that she made for him that Layla had the intention of stashing away, but Tammy got hold of it and sent it to him. He likes to listen to his daughter's voice on the nights that he can't sleep.
Family Ties
Father: Richard Jones
Mother: Olivia Jones
Siblings: Carter Jones
Any Other Important People: Tequila; Chocolate Lab; Seeing eye dog
Madison Tate; 6; Daughter
History
Emrys had a pretty simple childhood in a family of two kids, living in Virginia. He was born the second child and there isn't much exciting to say on the grounds of his childhood, aside from the fact that he was particularly prone to falling out of trees and getting all kinds of scrapes and cuts. His mother always swore that he was going to give her a heart attack and then he'd be sorry, but Emrys never paid any attention to it. He was a kid and he was having fun. It was always particularly fun for him to not live that far from D.C. and getting his parents to take him and his older sister, Carter, on trips there when his parents had the weekend off or his mom wasn't off on some duty trip with the air force. Which is how Emrys came to fall in love with the music he loved so much. He was enthralled by the musical performances held in the Museum of American History and drove his parents and sister with the amount of time that he wanted to spend there. It was then that they got him started on some music lessons to try to quiet and satisfy him. It started off with piano, and then progressively grew into quite a few other instruments. By the time he was ten, Emrys could play the piano, drums, and was slowly making progress into the guitar. That lesson actually stopped the moment his dad took him with him to a lunch meeting at a jazz cafe where Emrys found his one true love; the saxophone. He's never been sure why he fell so hard for the instrument, but he did, and from that day being the determined little brat he was, he harassed his parents until the finally got him the saxophone lessons that he wanted. Lucky for them, they were able to stop paying for them when he entered middle school and joined the band, where he could play the instrument to his heart's content.
Unfortunately, it didn't look like he would be playing his love for long because what brought him to that love was also what lead him to lose his eye sight. It was a week after his twelfth birthday and his dad had taken him out to a jazz concert for it. He had been on top of the world like nothing else could get him. On the way back from the concert, he and his dad were attacked on the tram and mugged. Emrys ended up getting it worse than his dad because he wouldn't just lay down and let them do it, but both were transported tothe hospital as soon as they were fine. Emrys ended up with a concussion and the doctors told his family that they were lucky that was all he had gotten all things considered. What they hadn't realized though was the damage that had been done to his eyes and, unattended, Emrys's eye sight was gone within the month. Losing his eye sight was like the end of the world to Emrys and adjusting had to be one of the hardest things he had ever done. After letting him have his first couple weeks of tests and moping, his parents immediately looked into getting him a seeing eye dog in the hopes to better ease his adjustment. Emrys wasn't much looking forward to it, but with time, he became more fond of the idea and as he took the classes, the dog that had been chosen for him became a best friend.
Emrys had to switch to a school that could further help him adjust to not being able to see, such as teaching him to read braille, but one thing he refused to change was playing his music. It was frustrating as hell having to feel for the keys and listen for the right notes rather than being able to see them and read the music, but he refused to give up on it. He even got in to a few fist fights with some of the kids that wanted to criticize him for trying to play music while being blind. He swore that he hated Virginia and all the kids that lived around there, but fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you view it, he wouldn't have to put up with them much longer. It all started when he was making his way through the hall of the school, being late that day because he had overslept. He started hearing...whispers. They weren't much in the empty hall, but they were haunting and quite honestly freaked him out. They came and they went, followed by these tingles of emotion that he couldn't explain, almost like he was having mood swings on and off for a few seconds. Then it disappeared for a little bit, but by the end of the day, right when school let out, both attacked at full force; his head became nothing but an overwhelming roar of incomprehensible words and sounds and his chest felt as if it were about to burst. It didn't stop until something merciful seemed to think it was fit to knock him unconscious, though he progressed into a seizure shortly after hitting the ground.
A couple of days later when he woke up in the hospital, the sounds were gone and a couple of people were there to introduce themselves. They were recruiters from Hammel Institute and were there to explain to him what had happened and to take him back to Hammel to be trained to better handle said powers. At fourteen, Emrys found out that he was both a telepath and empath and began his schooling at Hammel Institute. The move wasn't simple, considering there was some hell raised from his parents, but once the potential dangers of leaving him untrained were, they were a little more willing to let him go. Hammel was... different. But it wasn't like he hadn't had a bunch of changing up in his life anyway. So he did the best he could to adjust. The training was hard as hell, and he actually didn't end up leaving Hammel until he was twenty-two, when he finally had a good handle on his powers. While he was at Hammel though, he ended up meeting a young woman when he was seventeen who he later proposed to on the day he left Hammel, and luckily she said yes.
From there, Emrys went on to start working to get his teaching degree, making frequent visits to his parents and playing at a jazz cafe in D.C. when the opportunity arose. His second year into college, the engagement fell through when he ended up cheating on his intended. He tried to make amends with her, but nothing worked, so they left it at that and Emrys continued on. He had a few other relationships in between, but nothing ever really turned out to be much of anything. He finished college and got his teaching degree, only to return to Hammel and become the music teacher there. He had one other serious romantic relationship with a guy who came into town, but at the end of the year, he had to leave because of his job and they broke it off. So, he continued with his life, teaching (enjoying that immensely), playing his music, and dating here and there. The biggest shock of his life came about two years ago though. His exgirlfriend, Layla's, sister called him to tell him that he unknowingly had a daughter who was four at the time. Apparently Layla had gotten engaged a few months after he and she had broken up, but didn't want him to know that she was pregnant, for fear of ruining her relationship with her intended. He was furious when he found out, but after cooling down a bit, he did sort of understand why she hadn't told him. He even decided that it was probably best for his little girl, Madison, to only have one daddy, so not to make her life so hectic and out of whack, because that was the last thing he wanted to do to any child. What he wasn't expecting was for Madison to know about him. Last Christmas, he received a present sent by Tammy, Layla's sister. It was a video recording of his daughter, wishing him a Merry Christmas and just telling him anything that popped into her little head. It's become his most prized possession.
Roleplay Example
Wendy had acquired quite the taste for alcohol in the last two years, so it really wasn't a surprise to himself that he was through his first couple bottles of beer in no time at all. It looked like tonight was going to be one of those nights where he had a few drinks to unwind and then crash into bed. Yeah, there was a party going on just outside of the wall at his back, and he'd normally be out there amongst everyone, socializing or finding something entertaining to hold his attention, but not tonight. He just wasn't much in a sociable mood, considering he had planned on just coming in here, helping Alyx, and then crashing for the night. Maybe he and Riley would have sat up and drank or something, but otherwise, that would have been it. So he was glad that at least the kitchen wasn't all that crowded, and Wendy could just chill out. Of course, he wasn't completely alone, because in a house full of people who were determined to party, you were never alone for long. So Wendy idly chatted and said hello to the people he knew when they filed into the kitchen, but otherwise he didn't hold a conversation for very long.
It was a shame that he wasn't more in the mood to be social though. If there was definitely a good way for him to unwind, it was a combination of alcohol and dancing. Which would be part of the explanation for his sneaking off to New York some evenings when he just wanted to get lost for a little bit. That and going to see a Broadway show or two, but he hadn't told anyone about that, so that was his own business. As for the dancing, it wasn't much of a secret that Wendy rather liked doing that. Both for work and not. They were definitely two different types of dancing though; one was for seduction of the client and the other was to let go, but apparently they didn't seem to make much of a difference to the people around him though. Wendy sighed quietly, almost half tempted to sacrifice his privacy just to try and see if there would be a good song to get lost in, but the thought was cut short as the last drop of beer rolled down the neck of the bottle and over his lips, racing itself down the back of Wendy's throat and into his stomach.
The kelpie couldn't help but frown slightly as he inspected his third bottle before tonguing it slightly for a moment, just to make sure that he his eyes weren't deceiving him and that he had really finished off the bottle. Once he was certain that every last drop had been collected, he shrugged slightly before carefully sliding off the counter and making his way over to the trash can and pitching the thing. It was always a crying shame when the alcohol was gone. Sure, Wendell could have just gone and gotten himself another beer out of the seemingly endless supply that Riley had hooked up, but he wasn't in the mood for beer anymore. Three was good. So the kelpie got an idea that brought a smirk to his lips; He knew Riley was going to kill him, but he didn't particularly care at this point. He'd deal. So with that in mind, Wendy wandered from the kitchen in order to slip to the office down the hall, where it took him no time at all to find both Riley's stash of alcohol and the key to it. It took even less time to find the whiskey bottle, and then he was back in the kitchen, pulling a glass down for himself.
Most people would have probably suggested tequila at a party, and while tequila was good for getting slammed in the face pretty quickly and body shots, it really wasn't Wendy's favorite. Not that he didn't like it, but hell, if he was going to be here all night he didn't want something that was going to smack him in the face right away. So whiskey was the drink of choice. There was actually something else that the faerie wouldn't mind having right about now, but Riley didn't carry that kind of stash around or even own it unfortunately, so he could do with pissing him off by getting into his liquor cabinet. He'd just have to hide the bottle when anyone else came in, because he sure wasn't up for sharing and then Riley would really have his head. He had been in the midst of pouring himself a drink when the werewolf had walked into the kitchen, and Wendy hadn't even heard him as his hips swayed slightly to the music that was coming through in from the other room. He had just brought the glass up to his lips when there was a crash, and he quickly span around to find the guy from earlier who had been blocking the door way.
Wendy quickly stashed the bottle under the sink before setting his glass on the counter and went over to help him clean up the mug that he had smashed royally. He had almost completely forgotten about the incident at the door by then, but he was brought back to it as he squatted down in front of him, and he couldn't help but stare just for that moment. He would swear he was thinking all of this was a hallucination, but the ache starting up in his chest was proof enough that it was all pretty real, and Wendy quickly averted his eyes from the other man to pay attention to his hands as he helped him pick up the mug.
"Drunk, or stupid?" He couldn't help but ask as the other man began to suck on his finger, and Wendy quickly scooped up the glass before standing up, ignoring the fact that he was swaying just the slightest, to throw it away. He then came right back to him, squatting down once more before moving to help him up. Once they were on their feet, he tugged at his wrist to get his finger out of his mouth and inspect it. "Might wanna clean that with more than spit, babe. God knows what Riley's got growing around here."
And with that, Wendy took him by the wrist and slowly lead him over to the sink, turning it on and sticking his finger under the water once it was a fairly decent temperature. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering, considering how the man had acted earlier when it came to Alyx, but he couldn't just leave him bleeding he supposed. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so scarily like Elliot that Wendy had to do something to perhaps keep the memory close. Wendy wasn't going to bother analyzing it though as he turned around to lean back against the counter and took his glass back in hand. Elliot Schmelliot. Yeah. Had nothing to do with him. So why did a little more than just the alcohol burn on the way down as Wendy took a drink as well as a side glance at the latest victim of glass rape?
What About You?
Name: Lina
Age: Eighteen!
Experience: 4, maybe 5, years?
How Did You Find Us? A friend!
Ready To Play? Yesssssssss!!
