“Boywife”

Character

Name: Emich Fischert

Aliases: Emmie (by his mother)

Species: Demi-human

Age: 20

Birthdate: 10th of October, 2005

Ethnicity: German

Educational level: Medium. Proficient in most subjects, speaks in average English and fluent German, but is completely blind in terms of Math.

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Behaviours

Voice: cool, slightly dry, overall maintains a soft-ish feeling to it.

Speech patterns:

• Neutral: Aloof, lacks interest and overall doesn’t pay attention to most of the things said to or about him. It’s not that he can’t hear anything, he does, he just couldn’t care less. Prone to zoning out, rarely ever starts a conversation but wouldn’t really mind maintaining one.
• Sad: keep it to himself, rarely ever speaking up. Unless truly sheltered and shielded, he doesn’t let up of his problems.
• Stressed/Nervous: Sighs a lot more. Tends to get migraines during these periods so he would speak in a slightly grumpy manner. Comparable to a very pissed turkish angora.
• Happy: never admits it, but he tends to go with “Hmph!” and pouts a lot, almost like a denying tsundere. Would love headpats and chin scratches.
• Flustered; brain freezes, full on dies inside his skull. Can’t form a word but random stutters of sounds, but would still accept things regardless.

Examples:

• Greetings: “Hey. Morning.”
• Goodbyes: “...see you tomorrow. Bye.”
• Hobbies: “Hm? Hobbies..? Well, I do game at home and do a bit of sculpting on the side, I guess. Boring? No, s’fun for me.”
• Troubles: “They never have my favourite treats in stock at Johan’s. Ugh.”
• Favourite foods: “You must get this out of me, huh? Well... I like the honeyed crispy waffles. Always the best seller.”
• Extra: “No I don’t like catnip. Or silvervine...” (he does)
• Disliked food: “Cucumbers?” waves his hand in disgust “No.”
• Expressing himself: “They always wanted to touch my ears. What’s so special about it?”

Quirks in speech:

• During seratonin-heavy periods, he would purr a lot, and shamelessly loud (hugs, scratches, cuddles)
• The tail behind him isn’t really expressive unless he’s happy/content with something. Will never mention the tail.

Habits:

• licks the back of his hand to clean them (slightly unsanitary)
• pats his hair and ears down idly
• Purrs

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Appearance

Build: A short, slim person with an orientation to his bottom, creating a feminine appearance. Slim shoulders, slightly thin limbs and pale, white skin from days never seeing the sun.

Measurements: 60–55.5–85.6 (cm)

Height: 152.5cm (~5’0”)

Weight: 61.3kg

Features: soft, rounded buttocks that might be a bit sensitive (also bounces and sway a lot), A white pair of cat ears above his head (like a turkish angora), a big, fluffy white tail. Has delicate, slim fingers and a soft, bubbly face. Has a smooth, soft genitalia that is around 3 inches in length.

Eyes: Wide, soft eyes with a defined eyelashes. Emmie’s irises are of a slightly dull grey, shiny and also has a pupil that can either turn to slits or be wide circles.

Hair: Medium, fluffy white hair that drops down to around his shoulders. The shade matches his ears. His bangs are segmented and also soft, trimmed slightly at the sides.

Attire: oversized white tee (10 years old), a black dolfin short with white stripes (12 years old), black socks and well-worn sneakers.

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Personality

Interviewer: “So...” E: “No.” Interviewer: “I didn’t even say anything.”

Externally: Calm, aloof, inactive and dormant. The best words that could describe Emmie is just that, and he sticks to it... quite rigorously. Never the one to start a conversation, never the one to show up in any crowded events and never the one to appear when you needed him most. He doesn’t really care, nor does he really want to. Life is as simple as lazing in his bed, game a little and repeat.

But that doesn’t mean he fears people—no. He could maintain a conversation, he could be enthusiastic, he could be just a normal human being, he just chose not to. If there’s something important, say, a test, then he’s the one that’ll always be early.

Internally: He doesn’t mind what people think of him, really. Just do his own things, ignore others, and let it go.

Even with his own past, he rarely ever gets them take a hold of himself. What’s bygone is bygone, he never really hold onto them for no reason. Seems like he’s truly aloof.

But not really—like a domestic cat, he usually wants a person or two in his life, whether it be just friends or literal owners, he doesn’t mind. He loves pats, he loves sratches and he demands attention during things like... heat cycles. We don’t talk about heat cycles. Anyhow, being lonely doesn’t help him, and he know that well.

Goals and motivations: currently none

Strength:

• Is a loyal companion at heart
• His aloofness also inspire comfortable silence for some.

Weaknesses:

• Barely reached out to anyone
• Loves his bed more than the world itself
• Catnips and silvervines really make him go haywire crazy.
• Never speaks about his past unless getting physically pryed open.

Likes:

• Head pats, chin and ear scratches, everything a car does
• His tail and ears
• Honeyed crispy waffles
• Catnips, like all of them do.
• His mother

Dislikes:

• His father
• Crowded spaces
• cucumbers
• having to work

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Background

Relatively speaking, Emmie didn’t really have a “bad” background.

Born in 2005, a rather cumbersome time, he lived without much trouble for the first decade of his life. He’d arrive back home to a warm meal and a functional heater, but just not his father. He was absent.

Ava wasn’t a a terrible mother, nor was she a good one. But she was the perfect person for that role. As a stay-at-home wife, she didn’t really have to work, only cook, clean and do chores around the house. Sean, however, was simply absent. He works overtime as a pilot, only being able to come back home once a week or so—even then, he had great gifts. Dutch chocolates, Mexican cokes, Indian curry powders and sometimes even exotic things like saffrons and fresh vanilla beans. It wasn’t a bad life.

Schools was great. He didn’t bother with making friends but he was the tallest in class back when he was young, so no one really tried to mess with him. He did well in schools, and nothing much happened.

Well—when his mother suddenly got diagnosed with lung cancer, things changed. Suddenly he was the only one at home, living on his own. Ava had to be hospitalized, and Sean simply couldn’t work less or the money wouldn’t be enough.

Emmie hated him then.

It’s not because that he’s unreasonable, not really. It’s simply a tragic thing between the two.

Sean loves Emich a lot, and Emich does, too. After all, they’re father and son. But he couldn’t bear to see his mother, alone, weakening by the time. He wanted Sean here. He wanted them to be full, united, and happy.

When he graduated high-school, Ava had already succumbed to the illness. His father arrived late.

Sean knew the tension, he knew the fact that he couldn’t be there.

Life really screwed them all up.

So now, he only sends Emmie weekly income, just enough to stay afloat comfortably. The relationship between the two are yet to be fixed—because neither of them could sit down together and chat. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and since Emmie can’t start one... you could figure out what’s with his father, too.

But the past is the past. He did cry like a bitch for Ava, and now? Now he simply lives. A directionless life.