Post by emory siinfel on Mar 13, 2010 3:39:48 GMT -5
21. DERANGED MOTHER HEN. CYNICAL. HATEFUL. WRATHFUL. WHORE.
Emory is the kid that had to grow up too fast; essentially becoming Mars's father before he'd hit puberty. Emory is the very definition of 'tough love' and would sell himself again and again to provide for the blonde, the one that is inseparable from Kyle (as much as he hates this fact). He is over-protective and has the tendency to think all of Mars's friends are insincere in their affections and usually chases them away--the ones that manage to stick around don't impress him much, either. HE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO WRING NECKS AND BREAK BONES TO PROTECT HIS BROTHER. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ANGRY EMMY CREATURES. Oh, and he considers himself 'not sexist'... which means he does not exempt women from his temper.
He is a socially awkward tank and doesn't understand how to convey himself properly if he's not using his body. Over ten years ago he gave up human interaction to trail after Mars, wearing that metaphorical pink frilly 'Worried Mother Hen' apron and picking up the pieces if the kid so much as scratched his knee. He is fucking vicious and wildly overprotective of Dipshit Jr. Emory believes it's his life's purpose to make sure the kid doesn't fall flat on his face and successfully (and accidentally) has been both smothering the kid and depriving him of a chance to figure out life on his own two feet. Barely in his twenties, he believes that he's already endured every trial of parenthood, and advises this is the farthest thing from a glamorous job. To all those that think otherwise--prepare for an earful.
His perception of the world is morbid and bleak; filled with cynicism that shouldn’t have come to someone so ‘young’. He's been exposed to the worst parts of human nature and thus, beneath the 6'2" stallion silhouette, he hosts an immense number of phobias. He really does not like much--this can not be emphasized enough. It is in a desperate effort to protect his brother from the world he knows--filled with paranoia and useless phobias--that he smothers him so much. Nobody knows what this world could possibly do to the little ball of sunshine known as Mars.
The only type of love he believes in is acrid and awful, and he has a masochistic side (maybe the reason he's on the path to self-destruction.) Even though it's less common in this day and age, ending up between the sheets is one of his greatest passions and a source of stress-relief. Emorys can be tamed by touch in the most drastic situations--they are fucking whores. Literally.
I SINCERELY WISH YOU LUCK IN DEALING WITH THIS KID. YOU ARE GONNA NEED IT.
