Grunt Name: Emory Murdock Gender: Unlabeled, any; masc presenting Age: 33 Sexuality: Unlabeled Looks: Standing 5 '8, or 172 cm, Emory has broad shoulders and a stocky, overweight build. His olive skin is scattered with rough, miscellaneous pale scars, the most prominent of them being warped, burn-like scars along his forearms. His left shoulder has a dark birthmark that spreads over his shoulder blade, ending on his back with a smooth edge against the rest of his skin. His face has round, soft features, dull, ruddy brown eyes that never seem to make eye contact and rosy cheeks. He has short, layered, dark brown hair that sits just at his ears and prickly stubble. His fingernails are rough and bitten down with ink-stained fingertips, and his arms are noticeably long and stiff. Rarely seen, sprawled across her back, is a black tattoo of a serpent-like, aquatic creature; intricately detailed and curled around a jutting rock. Emory has a stiff, limping gait but an undeniably positive and uplifting demeanor. His smile is genuine and crooked, crinkling the corners of his eyes and showing off prominent dimples. His voice is loud and rough, with a light and boyish lilt while each word sounds to have an upward inflection or end in a question mark. Clothing; non-event/non-formal: Emory often makes clothing, and their own clothing is no exception. While the leather vest, buttons scuffed up and replaced several times over, was in fact bought, the majority of his clothing was hand-made. Beneath the vest is a patchwork long-sleeve shirt. The square patches are a mix of diluted, dull colors. Blues, greens, browns. Pale red, patterned patches are scattered across the shoulders and arms of the shirt, while the fabric is thick and heavy, obviously made for warmth and comfort. Fitted with a dark leather belt is a long skirt that stops midway down their calves. The design is also a patchwork, but rather than organized squares, large swaths of varyingly colored fabric were sewn together, giving it a colorful and sectioned appearance. Their shoes are simple, scuffed-up black dress shoes, worn from years of use. Regardless of outfit, one constant in Emory’s clothing is a simple pistol. The metal of the pistol is a dull, blue-grey in color, though there’re several different patches of differently hued metal, keeping the comprehensive patchwork theme of the majority of Emory’s attire. The handle of the pistol is warped with bright greens and reds and oranges. oh yeah and the amulet :sparkles: I'll draw it eventually trust Formal/Event: Depending on the circumstances, Emory may or may not just wear what she normally does. But lately it seems like she's needed to be more careful with her identity, leading to much more concealing clothing and accessories to be worn during higher-stakes moments or times of public unrest. A heavy, dark maroon coat sits buttoned over the clothes underneath, draping down to his thighs with the back longer than the front. The coat itself still follows the patchwork design of the majority of Emory's clothing, but the color of the patches are much more similar in hue, though their sizes are more irregular and jagged. Sleeves stop just past their wrists, but are more often than not pinned back halfway up their forearms via a set of buttons. The waist of the coat is cinched with a wide strip of black fabric tied in a simple knot, with the tail, ~1 foot in excess, hanging behind him. Layered beneath the coat is a layered, red and black and a dark, reddish purple-colored skirt. In the front. the middle of the skirt parts and the layers curve up into the part. Shoes are thin and unrestrictive, while still providing enough protection to walk around comfortably. While Emory prefers not to, at times he also might wear a pair of leather gloves, tightened around his wrists, for added protection but decreased maneuverability. And should the situation call for it, a light-weight, thick mask sits tied around the sash at his waist. The mask is simple. Some form of white clay, smoothed down and carved with two, smooth slots for vision with a ridge above the eyes to decrease glare. Woven and fabric necklaces sit around his neck at varying lengths and tightness, patterned and colorful and in so many different styles. One notable necklace, flush with her neck and higher up than the rest, has maybe a dozen vertical, pink and reddish gems beaded on a black cord. Regardless of outfit, one constant in Emory’s clothing is a simple pistol. Continued below ^^
The metal of the pistol is a dull, blue-grey in color, though there’re several different patches of differently hued metal, keeping the comprehensive patchwork theme of the majority of Emory’s attire. The handle of the pistol is warped with bright greens and reds and oranges. Personality: [+] Friendly - Emory embraces positivity wherever he can. The world is harsh enough, and he doesn’t need to add to that. He’s the kind of person to walk up to someone and strike up a conversation because they looked interesting. Loud and happy with every word, and more often than not with a stupid grin on his face, on the surface he looks like a kind person. [+] Confident - The aforementioned loud voice plays into Emory’s confident persona. Pulling himself into the social spotlight and getting people to listen to him. Each stride, each word, is done with utter and total confidence, regardless of if that confidence is misplaced or not. They’ve lived the majority of their life cowering under people higher than them, and they’re not about to go back to that so soon. Self-esteem is at an all time high, and he’ll be riding this high until he crashes. [+] Dependable - If she says it to be, it’s true. To an extent. Emory is fiercely loyal and hell-bent on honoring her word. That principal is what led her to consistently put in the effort to build up the rebellion, and now the Syndicate. A figure to be trusted with the most sensitive of tasks. Though such intense principles more often than not lead to unhealthy obsession over a task, to harming Emory’s well-being to get tasks done. [=] Deceitful - For many, many reasons, Emory is far from being above deceiving and manipulating those around her to get what she wants. It’s an imperfect art, but not only is it necessary for her and the Syndicate’s survival, but it’s also something that has grown fun over the years. Taught to her by one of the most important people in her life, and associated with so many funny and positive memories in a sea of trauma and grief. From small things like keeping her own cards close to her chest, to spinning intricate stories to pin the blame on someone else. Not only that, but no one gets to where Emory is today without unsavory methods, and it’s np issue for her regardless of her displeasure in it. [=] Aggressive - While Emory is more than capable of remaining composed and calm, they're an inherently aggressive and violent person. Sudden, hostile outbursts of anger and rage, of the little things building up and up. The unwillingness to deal with any crap, and abrupt confrontations that may end in hurtful words and hurt feelings. Poorly managed emotions still sit like covered milk on a hot stove, ready to burn or boil over at any moment with little warning. [=] Sentimental - Keepsakes, memories of people who have passed, and his own memories preserved in the material. The good and the bad, all wrapped up into quantifiable things. Things he can hold. Not things that he can forget and misremember or mess up. A grounding tool, and a desperate reminder of who Emory /is/ when his mind clouds and his sense of self wavers. [-] Rowdy - The loud, rough persona is just that. A persona. Pats on the back that are a little too hard, words that are a little too loud, and playful shoves that make you stumble. With how much he talks, people are sure they know him. Sure that they know Emory. Surely no one can talk that much about themselves and not overshare. And if you’ve thought that, you’ve played perfectly into where Emory wants you. Into believing the facade that keeps him underestimated and trusted. [-] Arrogant - True confidence comes with a pitfall. Misplaced confidence plays off as arrogance, an overestimation of herself, and only harms her image. An “I can do that” about something she’s never done, or speaking a bit too loud on the wrong names, leaving allies angry and upset and distrustful. And the additional obliviousness to that should no one make it clear to her. Job: Emory recently has started working full-time managing a crime group on the outskirts of the kingdom called the Syndicate. Backstory: (link tba)
