Emmet Myles Grady :- Example App

[Emmet Grady]

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DARKENED WATERS

the BASICS

Name: Emmet Ronan Grady
Nicknames: ;The Dark Wolf (Members of The Order)
;Grady (Acquaintances)
;Emmet (Close Friends)
:Em (Isabella)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
DoB: 21st June
Sexuality: Straight
Class: Lower
Group: Outlander

the DESCRIPTION

Celeb Claim: Shawn Ashmore
Appearance: Most people would consider Emmet, in all honesty, handsome. He doesn’t really care what he looks like, being that he was a wolf for the first 5 years of his life (well, he thought he was), he kind of didn’t go for the whole handsome look. His mop of dark hair falls below his eyes, which sometimes gets annoying. Most of the time however, he left his hair as it was, allowing him to blend in easier.

His eyes. They are spectacular. Shining blue with lighter flecks surrounding the pupil, most people say that they are his best features. They are sometimes visible through the gaps in his hair, shining out like blue fire. He often uses them to his advantage, charming girls in shops to give him clothes, food, whatever.

His body is reasonably muscled, having had rigorous training most days for 3 years. He has many scratches and scars on his back, arms and chest, from several fights and most from merely tripping and/or falling a reasonable height from walls, buildings, whatever.

He has 3 deep scars running up the middle of his chest, where a Mad Wolf gouged him after an argument. They often twinge with pain when doing strenuous exercise.

Personality:Emmet is a quiet teenager, always lost in thought and distant. He has suffered a lot more than most his age, although most of the time he doesn’t show it, putting on a happy façade. A lot of the time, he is happy, now that he is with the best friend he has ever had.

Emmet is somewhat of a.....well, a rogue. He is incredibly clever and often outsmarts people for fun, just to fuel his passion for witty comments, but when he is in his Wolf Armour, it sometimes gives off the wrong impression, often terrifying citizens when hunting for Fenix. He is a thinker more of a fighter, but when the situation calls for it, he is definitely not someone you would like to mess with, having learned deadly combat from his father.

He is very compassionate to those he loves, and would do anything and everything to keep them from harm's way, Even those people he does not know. If somebody is being treated badly, being beaten up, whatever, Emmet would go to their aid.

He often uses his brain to his advantage, mostly using his vast intellect and quick thinking in a sticky situation. But people still get the better of him, although this is rare. Most people who are trying to put him under are a lot stronger than him, either being Heavy-set Police officers with years of training, or some beefed up thug wanting money. This isn't to say he isn't strong. On the contrary, he is a lot tougher than he looks.

Likes:
+ Wolves - They raised him.
+ The Watson's - Arianna and Anthony are like siblings, and Bella is the best friend he ever had.
+ The Apartment - Not quite like the houses in the Higher District, but Luxury from living in the wild.
+ Music - You don't hear much music nowadays. But when you do it is amazing.
+ Guitar - His father's old one. Put it in his hands and he can work wonders.
+ Singing - He has an amazing voice.
+ Night - It allows him to blend in easier.
+ Full Moon - It reminds him of his mountain.
+ Howling - He loves howling at the moon.
+ Fighting - When you're raised by Wolves, you tend to be a bit vicious
+Reading - There's something just so good about curling up with a good book. Even Warriors need their breaks aswell.
Dislikes:
- Fenix - He killed his father. 'Nuff Said.
- Crowds - He hates being surrounded by people.
- Cramped Spaces - He's always had Claustrophobia.
- Being Beaten - Especially in Fights.
- Higher Class - Pompous Gits.
- Police - Why are they after him? He's done nothing wrong!
- London - It's a shite hole. He much preferred his Mountain.
- Dogs - Much less civilized than Wolves. Dogs just bark a lot and crap in the middle of the road.
- Drugs - Why infect the body with stuff like that?
- Operas - The one time Emmet had ventured into a theatre, some ghastly woman had been warbling like she was constipated...

Strengths: Tracking; He was rasied by wolves, of course he's able to track
Fighting - That's what his dad spent 10 years training him to do.
Making Allies -If you're wanted by Police, Higher and Middle class vigilante groups and a deadly Assassin, you kind of need Allies.
Isabella - Thinking about her always gives him the strength to carry on.
Weaknesses/Fears: Fenix - Emmet hates him, but he is still very much afraid of him.
Chest - Sometimes, he can't breathe due to the pain in his chest where a Rogue Wolf had gouged him.
Insulting his Family/Friends - If anyone takes his family in vain, well, you don't want to know.
Claustrophobia - He has always had this.

the FAMILY

Parents: Father: Ronan Grady II (Adam Chaney); Deceased
Mother: Aoife McGrigor; Deceased
Siblings: None
Other Family: Wolf Pack; Deceased
History:London. 2219. A young boy from the higher district walked along the street, hands in pockets, eyes downcast. He kicked at a can, sending it flying through the air into the middle of a street. He had never liked his life. Same stuff over and over. Wake up, wash, eat breakfast, clean teeth. Then he would go out for a couple of hours while his parents got up. The chef always cooked him his favourite meals, but he still wasn’t happy. On his trip outside, he would always follow the same route. Passed the mansions, around the market, through the park, and back home. The higher district was huge, and so it took him at least an hour and a half at a fast pace.

This boy was Adam Chaney, son of a politician. When Adam got back home, his parents would be up as usual, sitting in the massive dining room, reading the newspaper or tucking into a cooked breakfast or cereal. Adam’s life was boring. There was never an adventure in it. It was dull. Until the day he met the McGrigors. Especially Aoife (pronounced ee-fah). He loved her from the moment he first saw her. Beautiful brown hair, shining blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. They immediately became friends.

“Never go up in the attic, Adam,” His parents always told him, and he never did, until Aoife convinced him to. His mother was away visiting her parents in Ireland, His father was at work, and the servants were downstairs working. The two children went upstairs, and carefully prized open the trapdoor and ladder. Adam climbed first, careful not to make a sound.

It was incredible in there. Thousands of antiques, dusty portraits dating back to God knows when. They spent ages looking at everything.
“Adam! Look at this!” Came Aoife’s cry from across the room. Adam rushed to where she was standing and saw a lifesize portrait of a man in his early twenties, that looked astoundingly like himself. He looked at the plaque at the bottom and saw the name, Ronan Grady 1618-1674. Adam made it his mission to find out who the man was.

10 years on. Adam and Aoife were 18. Adam’s father had died in a fire and his mother was withdrawn, so he was pretty much on his own. Adam felt no sense of loss, because he was never close with his father, and he and Aoife were going to be married. His life was getting better.

“Mr Chaney? Follow me please.” Adam followed the doctor down the antiseptic smelling hallway into a small room.
“You have a son.” Adam strode over to his wife, her face beaming up at him. I have a son, he kept thinking.
“I want to call him….Emmet Ronan Grady,” Adam said, thinking back to his ancestor he had found out about.

Aoife! Dead! It can’t be! Adam kept on weeping in the cabin of a boat. His wife was dead, and there was nothing he could do. He held baby Emmet in his arms, clutching him to his chest. He had managed to secure a lift in a boat with someone from The Order of the Midnight Sun. It was an Ancient Order, that much he knew, but he had no idea what they did. Adam had no idea why, or how they had found him, but it was his only escape, so he took it. His wife was dead, and he wasn’t about to lose his son. The man had offered him a place in The Order, to train, and if his son was still alive, to train him when he was older. Adam had no choice but to take it.

“I’ll be back soon!” Adam called out to the Captain, who nodded and stood sentry. Adam moved slowly up the mountain and through the woods. Then he spotted it. Amber eyes watching him from a bush. He nodded and slowly dropped to his knees, lowering his beloved child on the soft earth, wrapped in a cloth.
“I’ll be back for you my son. 5 years from now. I will return, I swear.” With that he gave Emmet a kiss on the forehead, knowing he wouldn’t see him in over a decade. He strode mournfully back to the ship to train with The Order.

***

“Brownfur! Come on!” Greypelt shouted behind him. He darted up behind a rock and waited for the incredibly slow wolf to catch him.
“Greypelt! This isn’t funny! I have no idea why, but Darkpaw wants everyone back at the den! Hes not pack leader!” Brownfur shouted. Greypelt snickered.
“Ok then. Lets go.”

“……look like the odd one. Fur on the top of their heads and they can remove their pelts!” Darkpaw shouted just as Brownfur and Greystripe arrived back.
“Ahhh! There he is. His kind are coming over in their floating trees across the Big Wet!” Brownfur was taken aback.
“It’s true! I saw them!”
“I knew he was bad from the beginning!”
“Cast him out!” Several howls echoed across the sky. Brownfur looked at the pack leader, eyes damp. The leader turned his head. Enough was said. Brownfur was no longer welcome in the pack. Only Greypelt and Goldeyes watched him, wishing him to stay.

Sitting by the Great Wet, Brownfur felt lost. He had always been with the pack! They had always accepted him until Darkpaw came along. They had always despised each other, and now he was outcast! His ears pricked up. Howls. Distant.
“Brownfur! Help!” Why did they need his help?
Bangs. Explosions everywhere that made the birds in the trees rise into the Up with screams of terror. He ran for it.

Blood everywhere. Dead Wolves scattered the ground. Who would do such a thing!? Brownfur stood at the edge of the den, scared out of his pelt. Why were they all Not-Breath? A heavy sack feel over his head. He couldn’t breathe. He blacked out.

When he came to, Brownfur was sitting on a bit of carved tree. A wolf stood infront of him, smiling. He looked like Brownfur, only taller. He opened his mouth and spoke in a language Brownfur did not understand, but it had warmth in it. When Brownfur was fully awake, the wolf took him away to a cave on another mountain and started teaching him.

After 5 years of non stop lessons (stretching the tendons in his body to allow him to walk on two legs, speech lessons, Human morals, reading and writing etc) Brownfur discovered who he really was. Emmet Ronan Grady, son of Ronan Grady (He dropped the name Adam Chaney) and Aoife McGrigor. His mother died after being stabbed by Barnaby Swix, renowned among The Order for killing many key members. He was educated to the highest standard by the time he was thirteen years old.

After 7 years training with The Order of the Midnight Sun, Ronan Grady II was one of the top members, and one of the most skilled fighters in the history of it’s Six-hundred-and-six year reign. He passed that knowledge onto Emmet. Every member had a special gift at using a weapon. Ronan’s, twin swords, which practically flew through the air, becoming lethal. The amount of weapon’s Emmet tried, none would work for him. Swords were too heavy, Spears too awkward, daggers too short. Emmet and his father spent months working on weapons until he was good with all of them, but one stood out in particular. A plain staff. Just the right weight and length, he was extraordinary with it.

At 15 years old, Emmet was way more advanced than a regular teenager. Smarter and stronger than most, he could outwit and outmanoeuvre most people and take out men twice his size with a well aimed blow (Many of his wolf traits still stayed. His senses were sharper than average, he still growled and twitched in his sleep etc). But this was what every member of The Order had to be like. Emmet’s life was perfect, or so he thought. One night, in the cave, Emmet woke with a start, feeling strange. Then he pinned it. His father wasn’t there. He scoured the enormous space and saw no sign of him. Weapons pinned to the walls, embers crackling in the circular pit in the floor. But no sign of Ronan.

After half an hour of looking, Emmet found a note.

My Dear Emmet.
How you’ve grown so much since I saw you. You have truly made me proud to be your father.
But I am afraid I must leave you. There is something I must do, and if the worst comes to it, I will not be coming back. Please don’t be afraid, and don’t look for me, You will not like it.
I love you with all my heart, and so, because of this I beg of you to stay away.
Your mother would be so proud of what you have become,
Your loving father,
Ronan Grady II (Adam Chaney)

Emmet felt hot tears sting his eyes.
“After all this you’re abandoning me!? I need you! What am I meant to do!?” He roared to the sky, but no answer came. Emmet made up his mind there and then. He would find his father at all costs. He moved to the entrance to the cave with his staff in hand. Ronan was clever, but Emmet had been a wolf for the first 5 years of his life, and so his night vision, hearing and smell were all highly acute, and his father’s tracks were easy to spot.

This mountain wasn’t the same as the one he had lived on. It was quieter, as if all nature had simply left to find richer pickings. Emmet had never been this far, staying close to the entrance of his home cave. But still he had no choice. His father had made no effort to hide his tracks, sure his son would still be asleep and not going to follow. How wrong he was.

Muffled shouts were coming from further up the mountain. Emmet doubled his pace, reaching a clearing in the trees. Two men stood there, his father, and a hooded man, dressed entirely in black.
“You won’t escape me this time. Your mentor died like a rat, and your just as pathetic!” His father shouted, baring his teeth. Emmet’s eyes widened. This was the assassin! Well, a tutee of the man that had killed his mother.

Without a word, the assassin moved swiftly forward, drawing a knife. Emmet wanted to shout, but his voice wouldn’t work. His father unsheathed his swords and parried the attack. Lightning fast the two men sent blow after blow raining down on the foe, but neither succumbed. Emmet watched in horror as he saw his father tiring. Ronan obviously felt someone’s presence because his eyes caught Emmet’s. He gave a tired smile, as if to say, Don’t worry. It will be all right. A flash of silver and the assassin’s blade sliced through Ronan’s chest. Emmet screamed as he watched his father grimace and sink to his knees. Without thinking, Emmet charged to his feet and sent his staff smashing into the assassin’s face.

Blood spurted out of his nose, but the man didn’t flinch. Instead he turned his masked face towards the boy.
“Foolish!” He snapped and whipped out a hand. It caught the side of his face and Emmet collapsed, gasping for breath, knowing he was about to pass out. His eyes flicked to were his father lay.
“Dad….” He breathed, before his vision went black.

Emmet’s eyelids opened slowly to the sun. A man was sitting next to him. There was no evidence that a fight had taken place. The man smiled solemnly.
“I’m sorry Emmet. Your father was killed….” Emmet had feared this, but it was still a shock hearing it for definite. Tears sprung from his eyes as he began to cry. He had lost his mother, his pack, his father, and now his life. He didn’t want to live anymore. He just wanted it over so the pain that kept on falling on him would cease. The man took Emmet in his arms and held him until the sobs receded.

16 years old. Sitting on top of one of the bridges that connected the taller skyscrapers. This was nothing at all like his father had told him about London at all. When his father was a child, there was none of this crime, at least what he had heard about. But then again, Adam Chaney had lived in the Higher Disrict, son of a rich politician. He had never stepped foot in the Lower District where Emmet was now.

A lot had happened over the past year. After his father’s death, the man, called Flynn Gallagher (He was his father’s mentor and a leading member of The Order), took Emmet on a boat back to his birthplace of London. From the docks there, they travelled to the old BT Tower, the London HQ of The Order. Here, Emmet was initiated and sent to live at One Canada Square (AKA The Canary Wharf Tower.) Emmet loved it there. It was spacious and comfortable and he was surrounded by people who felt sorry for him and looked after him. All of them being from The Order. After a month of living there, Emmet decided it was time to move out. Someday he would return, but he needed to see what was out in London.

After a few months of living rough, he met a Thief. A girl, about his own age, named Isabella Watson. They immediately had a connection, being that they were both once Higher Class, and orphans. She took him back to her apartment that she shared with her two younger siblings. They have been living there ever since. It was not until his 17th birthday that The Order contacted him. They had found the man who had killed his father and the Mayor. He was after the children and they needed protection. This assassin needed stopping at whatever costs. They assigned him to the task of tracking him down and putting an end to him once and for all.

the ADMIN STUFF

Name: Liam/Wolfie
Age: 14
Experience: Year and a half
Password: -adminedit-
Anything Else?: Emmet has a staff which he keeps on him at all times. With it he is incredibly deadly.

Cloaked Emmet :- Clickage
Emmet Wolf Armour :- Clickage
Roleplaying Sample: -adminedit-
(Your not the only one with that power Mia )