Barnes, Emmett
Feb 4, 2014 18:25:41 GMT -7
Post by Ender Barnes on Feb 4, 2014 18:25:41 GMT -7
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Emmett “Ender” Barnes
Twenty-two
Rebel
Messenger
Anderson Weisheimer
basics BIRTHDAY: April 26 STATUS: Single orientation:Heterosexual KEY TRAITS: Easy-going, a ready smile, almost usually happy, steadfast, unafraid, a hard worker, bold behind the mask Hello! My name is Torin and I am eighteen years old. As of today, I have been role playing for approximately five years. | It was eight years ago, Emmett was fourteen when the rebels started protesting. The curious boy wanted to know what was going on, but his parents or older brother always shushed him and led him away to keep him from knowing. A year later the Wall was attacked, and his brother one of the hundreds injured in incident. By this time, Emmett knew what was going on, and he agreed with the rebels despite the fact that his own flesh and blood had been one of the victims of the strike. He kept his own thoughts to himself, though; knowing full well what could happen if his parents or brother found out. A few days after his seventeenth birthday, Emmett had been out and about when they stumbled upon a group of rebels. The boy was kidnapped—what else could the rebels do?—but when he expressed his vehemence against the city and higher-ups they let him go. It took a while for them fully trust him, but he didn’t care. Let them think what they want; he knew what he was doing. It was during this time that Emmett made a friend in a young man his own age, Matthew. The kid gave him the nickname Ender, and the two became fast friends, having adventures even in the middle of the city. As they grew as a part of the rebel community, the two joined the small list of messengers, ready to place their lives on the line for a purpose. Ender was twenty when Fate came in and stole his best friend. They’d had been running a message back to the rebel camp and had just gotten out of the city when they were attacked. Matthew was killed, and Ender almost didn’t escape either, but Fate proved that she would not easily abandon him. In spite of this, Ender is still a messenger. He is still the laidback young man with an easy smile and ready laugh. He is still a jokester, a warrior when need be, and is still ready to court the thin line of forgetfulness and death for something he so strongly believes in. |