Emery Chase Lee
Nickname:
None
Age:
Nineteen
Class:
Lower Class
Sexuality:
Emery is bisexual, due to the fact he gets payed to please both sexes, he never spends time with people to much and tends to feel like everyone is an opportunity to fall in love.
Venus:
He'll take Venus in the future.
Appearance:
Emery has a broad muscular build, with a deep chiseled face, with scars along his right bicep and under his right eyebrow, he also have freckles all over his body. He's face is always smooth since he has to look nice for he's job. His eyes are a bright blue, his hair short and brown, and medium sized lips. When it comes to his clothes, he usually wears something casual or just formal. When he dresses it's usually a tuxedo that his job gave him, also collared shirts, a belt, and blue jeans.
Likes:
History, Cooking, Food, Friends, and Happiness
Dislikes:
Stripping, Rude People, Knowing and When He's Going to Did
Fears:
Dying alone
Personality:
Emery is a very nice boy, very love able and very kind. He can forgive anyone for their wrong, expect the killing of his mother. After her death he became more reserved, rarely leaving to have friends. He tends to keep to himself, but if he happens to leave his home or someone comes over he's extremely nice and warm to them. He likes other people, but to him he's somewhat disgusting from what he does. Even though he's a little reserved he loves to laugh and joke around. He enjoys laughing so much, and playing games is hilarious to him. He has the type of smile that can light up a room within seconds. Being alone so much when he does laugh and spend time with others it feels good and warming to him, he knows he should get out more, but when he leaves it's only for his job when he really needs money.
Emery happens to work as a stripper in the red light districts of America, even though everything got better, some parts got worse. He hates it, dancing for women in skimpy outfits, and he only does it when he absolutely needs the money. Every time he comes home after his job, which he makes about 8,900 dollars each times he goes, he'll scrub himself clean in the bath tub for hours. He knows he could do better, but he was dragged into it and doesn't know how to get out.
Emery has a case of OCD, once he has a compulsion he must carry it out to the best, no matter how much he doesn't want to; he must cross his T's and dot his I's. After hiss mother was killed his OCD got worse, before it was just organization perfectly or a sparkling clean house or wrinkle-free clothing. His OCD causes him to make everything perfect, he has a perfection complex type think. He can spot a flaw in anything, and will always try his best to fix it.
He had always been good at learning, for he always loved to study, and with his father being a historian whenever he'd get a call to learn about newly discovered things outside of the fortress he'd always go with him to learn. History has always been his passion, and it's been growing for years. History made her grow up a book-worm. He loves to read anything and everything, especially non-fiction, it's his favorite. He feels like he could never know enough, and will do anything to get his hands on something to read. Emery feels like a world without books is like a world without living, with out knowledge we are nothing. Emery is the type to judge, but if you don't take pleasure from reading he probably won't take to much interest in you.
Emery loves love. He loves to see couples together smiling whenever he leaves, and wants to be in love and loved back so badly. He's the type of boy that will take a flower and pull the petals off one-by-one saying: "She'll love me, he'll love me not, she'll love me, he'll love me not...." He knows that everyone has a someone, but he feels like he won't, who could love a confused stripper?
History:
Emery was raised by two parents, a nurse of a mother and a historian for a father. Every since he was young he was taught about medical things, how to stop a wound from bleeding so much, how to stitch yourself up if you must, and other things from his mother and with his father he taught him other things to like: past wars, famous people, our founding fathers and other things. He use to give him little scenarios for him to figure out. His fondest memory of one was when his father had returned home from an eight hour shift when he was ten. He's father had sat down on the couch and Emery ran over to him and sat in his lap. He chucked and began speaking. "Find the flaw," he had told Emery, "April 15th, 1865 at 9:50 P.M. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated." Emery gave a small giggle, "That's simple. He was killed at 10:15 P.M.!" He was so excited about how he was right. His father had told him how smart he was and how he was so intelligent. "Correct!" His father had shouted for him in excitement.
With his fathers inspiration when he turned sixteen he started going with his father to conventions where he'd be told information of the advances and histories of cultures outside the fortress. Everything Emery learned stuck with him. With his parents being what they were they had some money to travel America a little, taking Emery to see some historical landmarks of the world they lived in. His favorite was the White House, he loved all the old paintings, the statues, and the new information he gathered from the holographic informers. At the time he was seventeen. And this was the best thing he'd seen so far in his life, and for a while the last.
A few months after the Washington trip He went to work with his mother. They were in her office as she filled out some paper work about the birth she'd just delivered, a pretty, young, Upper Class girl. "Did she buy the pill for her baby?" Emery asked his mom. "Yes." "Why don't you ever take the pill for yourself, Mom?" His mom said and looked at him with eyes of warmth, "Because I can't afford it and stealing is wrong." Emery smiled back. "I'm going to go use the restroom." He told his mother and left the room.
Once he was done in the bathroom he could hear a large commotion outside the door. "Give me all your pills!" Emery could hear men continuously yell and gun shots and screams followed. Emery's mother had been murder for refusing to give away Venus without pay, even if it costed her life which it did. Emery took that as a lesson that everything comes with a price.
With his mothers death his father grew ill from heartbreak. He was sick and now jobless, leaving the family income-less. Losing most of their money they were forced to move and live in an even lower section of town. Where he lived had little to no jobs, but one day he stumbled on a strip joint and was afford a job. He hated the thought if working there, and found it disgusting, but took it. Every time he'd come in was only when money was needed badly and usually making around 8,000 dollars when he went to work.
A little after being eighteen he was at work doing his job when a clean cut fellow came in. He was very sharp and nice looking. "Hello, Handsome." He said to Emery as he walked over to him. "How may I help you?" Emery asked him. He smirked and up his watch to Emery's face, it produced a small spray, he soon last consciousness.
After awakening he was in a line up with a lot of other young males and females like himself. They stood inside an abandoned building. The man that had seemingly kidnapped him started speaking. "Soon, very rich people will arrive her to pick some of you to marry. If you're lucky you'll get picked, if not picked.... well you'll see."