Name:Emmett Harper
Age:15
Gender: Male
Color: Magenta
Personality:
Emmett is the sort of person who always worries about things-from the beginning of his life at Yggdrasil, he sensed that there was some hidden reason for his being there. When he was young, he would have panic attacks, about his siblings, if they were telling the truth, or, if they were tricking him, or if his siblings hated him, even He doesn’t remember much of that, though, because he prefers not to acknowledge how he was when he was little.
Emmett is quite cynical, because of how much crap he gets, in his own words, for always being preoccupied. Emmett is known to stand in the middle of a clearing, and stare at the light coming from the trees above. He’s known to not always remember to do his chores, to run off and hide, and he’s known to be full of thoughts and ideas that most of the time get shot down.
Emmett has intrusive thoughts, mostly involving horrible, disgusting things- dead bodies and hunger and dirt and grime…it used to terrify him, but now he’s numb to it.
Despite all of his known-and some unknown-issues, he’s one of the smartest people around. He always has something to say about everything, and, because of his numbness, people’s supposed threats only affect him intellectually. He can say anything, so almost anything, and walk away-not that it's good for his already ready repressed way of dealign with feelings.
There some faint moments where all that falls away, and you can see someone with a lot of love and a lot of pain, although, those two things might be the same, but only sometimes.
Being numb, and generally unaffected by the world around him, if he finds something that moves him, or something that drives him…he will kill for it. Feeling, when it comes to him, means more than anything.
Since he’s so concerned with people’s ideas of him being preserved, even if his idea of their idea is sort of stilted, he tries to keep ‘positive,’ or at least, to be polite. He’s also quite vain, and hates it when he gets dirty, or smells- it's quite a bit of a phobia for him.
Appearance:
Emmett is a fair skinned, fair-haired person. His eyes are expressive, and are such a pale blue that the red of the blood vessels in his eyes gives them a pinkish tint. His face is smooth and soft, with just a tiny with of hair on his cheeks and on his upper lip and chin, which drives him crazy. His lips are large, and a dark flesh tone. He keeps himself composed, so his mouth is always shut, and his posture and way of standing reflects that. He’s tall, thin, and flexible. He rolls his wrists and pops his knuckles compulsively, pulling and twisting and working every kink out almost all the time- his hands are big, and his nails are cut always just a tiny bit too much to the quick.
He spends a lot of time in front of the mirror, rubbing the crust out of his eyes, or just looking- for whatever reason, he spends a lot of time seeing what his face looks like in every situation.
Emmett is very modest, and doesn’t like people really seeing any part of his body that isn’t either his face of the end-half of his forarms. He wears long sleeves, in muted colors (there’s not much use in wearing bright colors when you spend half the night sneaking around), and pants most of the time. He has a pair of boots that he likes to wear everywhere, made of actual leather. He’s had them since he was able to wear them, when he was thirteen. He keeps them on as much as he can.
Emmett’s very good at sitting still, and, along with his composed and stony face, he looks quite a bit older than he seems, and he doesn’t mind that. He actually likes it.
History:
A long time ago, in the Golden age, after the Fighting, but before all the Color’s deaths, scientists studying the universe came to know quite a bit about the universe undulating up above them- it was realized that for every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction, and that everything in our world was the result of something before. –In other words, all motion in the universe moves the Fundamental, or, Space-Time, or, as the Colors knew it, the Canvas. With enough astral prowess, it has been perceived that you can read into the motions of the universe to the point that you can divine information from them. The motion of our universe is the way this message is getting to you.
-but I digress; Somewhere up in the sky, or everywhere, really, the power of a being called Magenta branched out and touched everything in his domain. His motions warmed and kneaded the Canvas, and stirred the universe to the point where energy coalesced to form the stars, which came to birth more energy as well.
The other Colors journeyed through the rocky plane below-some more conspicuously than others- and came to create and understand many thing. Red ruled the hot magma and the fire, and Blue surrounded the cooled magma with water, and Yellow danced vibrantly through the clouds above, in the form of electricity. There were Green and Brown, with their plants and beasts-and many others.
But up, up, up, where Magenta lounged in the Aether, things were…calmer. Magenta would rest in the calmer nook of nebulae, and spin music out of pure frequency, and would play for stars above and around and throughout him.
The stars lived and breathed too, or at least, some of them did. The ones that lived were Magenta’s agents. They watched in perch as the world below went about its business with vigil. Up in the plot of Starscape Magenta inhabited, however, things were different. In Magenta’s bedchamber, he rested and ate and thought…when he saw fit to sleep alone; stars are lovely things to behold, it has been said.
His agents told him of a war between Man and the Colors, his siblings. Magenta saw best to ignore the conflict, and watch over his domain- and well so, for, though he was unaware, the motions of the sky up above were keeping the canvas too…vibrant for the tastes of that force today’s beings know all too well; Gray.
The blissful pleasure of pure light’s nectar, and all the graceful motions of the stars dancing among Magenta kept that thing away, until, slowly…Magenta began to fade away.
He lost sight of the fairness of the star’s glowing skin, and came to grow weary of his place in the Cosmos. He had long forgotten the world down below, and was unaware of the new catastrophe affecting the Colors, but he knew he was dying, and in the worst way possible: with unfinished business.
He desperately ran to that damned place-the Earth, they called it, and embedded his soul into a small baby boy, named Emmett Harper. His skin was fair, and his hair even paler, and his eyes were a pink shade sensitive to light-it was all the better though, for he would come to hate the day and love the night sky.
Soon after, just a few months into the child’s life, Gray seeped into the universe. The lack of that blessed motion had invited true Darkness in unknowingly, and the prodigies of the Colors were all at risk. Emmett was one of the first to be taken to safety by Gold and Silver, and he spent his childhood in Yggdrasil.
Emmett knew nothing of his past, nothing of his parents, or his heritage, or even the stars-but he did love the night. He loved it, because he could almost feel something lovingly pining to see him through the boughs of the trees, even if he had never seen those great pinpoints of light before.
Sometimes, in the moments between waking and sleep, he would almost hear the stars whispering to him, explaining his place in the universe, but only just so-and alas, the faint knowledge of something more does not sooth; it enflames.
Weapon:
Emmett prefers not to wield weapons, he’s more of a behind the scenes kind of person. His patron, Magenta, had a special affinity for foreseeing the future, though, so he tends to sit with the leaders, even if he doesn’t fight much. He has a small amount of venom-darts, and a blow dart, but only enough to get by.
Lunacy DRIVE:
When ‘awakened,’ Emmett’s eyes dilate, and he is able to see prodigiously in the dark. He’s also able to walk unobserved, by telling the stars to delluminate him, or bend all the light away from him. He can also ask the stars to overwhelm people with their light, or pelt people with meteors, or bend Space-Time in a few...surprising ways. He doesn't change physically, really.
Other:
Emmett isn’t exactly what Magenta’s character description requested, but I think this’ll work just as well…please tell me if there’s anything I need to add.
