Is that CHARLIE COX? No, that’s EMMETT THORNE. The 36 year old STORM MOON - WERESHARK ALPHA MALE is a SECURITY OFFICER (MALL SECURITY). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be INDEPENDENT & HONEST, but beware, they’re also known to be SOLEMN & RECLUSIVE. Their friends also say that they’re into LIGHT BONDAGE, SENSORY PLAY, ORGASM PLAY but don’t you dare trying VORE, SCAT, FEET with them.
There was never any hint on how his life would turn out, the selkie had an average life, with an average job, nothing that would have had him guessing all of it would change in an instant. A series of unfortunate events lead him down the path of pure destruction of his own life and the people that had lived in it. Skills he thought he had no use for coming around to serve as the means to his end, or rather, the end of the life he had been living.
It all started on a boring Wednesday afternoon, he was being trailed by people he thought were long gone from his life. People he had mingled with when he was a much younger selkie when life was lived on the edge, when he was naive and far too kind. Often believing in the kindness of others when they were anything but, being used by their manipulations in order to make money. He was eyes and ears for people that didn’t share his same goodness, and when he found out the truth he did everything he could to separate himself from them.
They had been keeping tabs on him for years, watching where he was going and who he was hanging out with. Unfortunate for him they knew the human mate he lived with, and knew when he left the house every day. A long time ago he had upset a very powerful man, one with strings and money to do as he pleased. His efforts to hide from him only lasted so long -- his goons found where he lived and took out their vengeance on the only person there. When Emmett came home that night he found something straight out of his own nightmares, the scene of his dead mate. Gone in such a violent way sent him over the edge, with no time to process what had happened nor mourn the loss he received.
In the dark of the night he found the people responsible, a note had been left at the house telling him where to go. Who he would be seeing, and to give them what they wanted. What they got in return was the spilling of their own blood in a blind rage that Emmett, to this day, hardly can properly remember. That night he lost himself, and in place emerged a new creature so far from what he had been. The curse that afflicted selkies that had shed blood and life, his pelt gone as he turned into the beast of the sea.
When he left that warehouse he left what was of his old life, there was nothing for him to go back to-- nothing for him in the place that took everything. As he left he had no real road he was going on, just driving until he couldn’t anymore. That was how he found his way to New Haven, a town he’d never really heard of but was his only salvation. It was away from everything, and everyone he might have known and offered a sense of security he had hoped for long before his tragedy.
A place where he can pick himself up and piece together his life. If he can at all.
