"Tell me a piece of your history that you're proud to call your own."
"It is not enough to be dumbstruck; can you fill the silence?"
"I'm not overly fond of it, and I don't have any good nicknames."
Sage Avery Emerson
{Ethnicity:}
"All British, really."
At least tenth generation British. He's whiter than white.
{Birth Date:}
"I had to go to church every birthday before my eighteenth."
December 25th, 2:00AM.
{Age:}
"I can buy cigarettes and legally have sex, that's about it."
18
{Sexuality:}
"No comment."
Homoflexible, Closeted
"Tell me a piece of your history that you've never said out loud."
He's skinny, and doesn't have the muscle tone someone who plays sports regularly usually has. Somehow his build has ignored the exercise he often participates in and has elected to remain relatively soft. He spends hours on his clothing, which usually falls somewhere along the lines of 'hipster', and longer on his hair, which always falls somewhere along the lines of 'what exactly is on your head dude'.
Sage has a favorite baseball jacket which can be seen here, and which he often wears to games and outside of them. We can pretend it has school initials on it.
In social situations or schooling, anywhere where he's talking to more than three people at a time, it's rare for Sage to move more than to scratch his chin or take a drink. He's usually frozen still and looks straight ahead, it's rare for him to make full eye contact with someone who's speaking.
Sage's smile tends to only show itself when he's cracked a joke or is very comfortable with the people around him.
"You must have the words in that head of yours."
Besides that, Sage is a man often mistaken for being completely humorless and way-too-serious. While he is a bit serious for his own good, and rarely lets himself stop working enough to have some fun, he does have a deep, if somewhat stifled, emotional life going on behind the expertly crafted mostly-blank look. He's endlessly plagued by a curiosity for everything around him that he can't seem to shake; he's an observer, and somewhat fickle in that he becomes enchanted with a topic and then flits away from it after consuming a good deal of information about it. He audits a lot of weird classes on campus when he has time, and his major and dodgeball seem to be the only topics which can keep his focus. His current interest is astrobiology, and he's audited classes from bagpiping, auctioneering, and bartending, to Mortuary Art. He has eclectic tastes in a lot of what he does.
Sage collects old records, and has an intense love for music of almost any type. He's the type of person who can sit and do nothing but listen to a song and stare out into space. He's endlessly polite, to the point where he's often guilty about his inability to speak because it often means disrespecting people who are talking to him when he can't respond and they don't understand sign language. He often cares a little too much about other peoples' opinions, but he doesn't show it.
Even with close friends, Sage almost never, if not never, speaks about his own issues, emotional or otherwise. He tries to stay out of drama, and steers clear of thinking about what he wants. He spends a lot of time burying himself in his head and hiding away from himself, which he openly admits to. He also has an addictive personality paired with a previously sheltered lifestyle, and a self destructive streak a mile wide. All that combined means no one really has any idea about his alcohol habit starting to get out of hand.
He has a dry sense of humor when he's around people he feels comfortable talking to, and Sage will often try to cheer up and help people who are going through things, although he's often rather bad at being any more supportive than being a presence with the person and being willing to drop most of the things in his day to comfort someone. He values people above time, but is rather anal about how punctual he is, so he can get annoying about talking about how he wants to be there on time if you're close enough with him, and if he's comfortable talking to someone sometimes he'll get caught by a wild whim and just start blabbering about this or that.
He tends to be the serious one who dis-advises spontaneous decision making on the part of his friends, and the responsible party when he can be. He's still new to the college, but he tries to act like he's old hat at it. He usually treats most things like he knows them, even if he doesn't. He tries to be the one who doesn't freak out, ever, and hides his anxiety and panic attacks as best as possible, which usually means making up dumb excuses not to go out in public.
"Wrap me around your fingers, break the silence open wide."
{Relationship Status:}
"No comment."
Single.
{Family:}
"I don't talk to them much now."
His father, Brad Emerson, is a Baptist pastor, his mother, Alanna Emerson, worked briefly in PR, but retired early due to pressure from Brad. Despite Alanna and Brad's attempts, Sage was their only child who survived past two months.
{Friends:}
"They're worth the world to me."
TBD
{Known Languages:}
"..."
American Sign Language, English, and not even close to enough French to be fluent.
"Can you feel the silence? I can't take it anymore."
"I'm an alright catcher."
Catches balls with his excellent hand eye coordination. No dirty joke there.
{Major}
"I'm a first year psychology student. Don't laugh. I'll figure out how to do it mute. Please don't laugh."
Counseling Psychology, although he's considering a major change to forensic or child psychology due to the broad nature of his coursework. Currently auditing conservation biology classes.
{Career}
"Have to pay for classes somehow, huh?"
Working part time at a local doggy daycare/pet store.
{FC: Dan Smith of Bastille || HEX: #45BFB9}