Name: Emery Stefan Lawman
Nickname: Sometimes he goes by Emmy.
Age: Eightteen
Class: Lower
Sexuality: Pansexual
Venus: He has not taken Venus yet.
Eye Color: His eyes are an electric blue color and probably his best feature
Hair Color and Length: For the most part his hair is short, but a little longer in the front by an inch it two. The front part of his hair is a dark brown color, the med section is a little lighter, but not by to much, and his back is the lightest. His hair is also straight and the front is either spiked up or curved backwards.
Appearance: When first meeting him the first thing you might notice is electric blue eyes that stand out. His face is pretty defined. On his face you'll find thick eyebrows, a few freckles, mainly on the apples of his cheeks, and a small mole on the left side of his chin. His lips are very full, smooth, and pink; when smiling he has dimples. His nose bridge is very defined and thicker at the end.
Emery doesn't have very much body hair for the most part and has short hair. He has some muscle to him from the exercise he gets. He has an eight pack and nice looking biceps. He's body for the most part is a very muscle structure that's very defined.
Emery's 6'3", his ring size would be a seven, his shoe sizes is a 12, and he weighs 200, mainly from muscles. He has larger hands, they're bigger than his face.
Clothes Preference: After years of showing off he doesn't like wearing tight clothing, he prefers things that are a little bit more on looser side. For the most part that means sweaters, baggy shirts, and blue jeans. Sometimes he does dress up meaning hell wear a suit or something if he has to. If he were to go swimming he'd probably wear shorts and a t-shirt unless he was around someone he found himself completely comfortable with.
Likes: || History ||Cooking || Food || Friends || Happiness || Laughing || Quiet Nights || Birds || Dogs || Chinese Food ||
Dislikes:
Stripping || Rude People || Knowing || Knowing When He'll Die || Tight Clothes || Grapes || Bad Smells ||
Fears:
Dying Alone || Knowing When He'll Die || Getting Kicked Out Of School || Going Back To His Old Job ||
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 8,000 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. The man handed him a letter telling him how he had been being viewed by a school that would teach him how to become a perfect spouse, a little afterwards he decided he'd attend.