Cisgender Male.

Meaning

• Emil – (eh-meel) To excel.
• Eckart – (EK-hart) Brave and hardy.
• Klein – (KLIEN) Small.
• Daniau – (dan-y-aoh) God is my judge.

Alias

Emil Daniau – This is the surname Emil was raised with, the one most people know him by. After WWI his father, a young veteran, changed his name to Daniau from Klein to hide his Jewish ancestry in the ticking time bomb that was the Weimar Republic.

Nicknames

• Milo, used by his friends
• Bärchen, little bear, used by his mother when he was a chubby toddler.

The Survivor || Protagonist

Beginning of the Story – Eighteen

A subtle undercut. Emil's hair is clipped short on the sides, but left longer on the top. Though he does his best to appear neat and tidy, with a clean part, his hair has a mind of its own. It often breaks into loose waves by the afternoon despite being combed back that very morning. When he gets caught in the rain it explodes into thick wild curls upon drying.

Dark velvety brown, the color of molasses. In the summer his hair soaks up heat in the sun, growing light like the wing of a wren.

5'10" ( 177.8 )

163 lbs ( 74 kg )

Growing up, Emil was a rather scrawny kid, lean and stringy from always running around and getting into mischief. ETC ETC ETC I NEED 2 FINISH THIS

Warm beige with golden undertones. Though Emil grows pale in the winter he tans easily. His complexion is clear with a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. When flustered or strained a flush of tawny rose washes across his cheeks and ears like watercolor paints.

Ashkenazi, French, & German.

Reddish brown. At first glance Emil's eyes appear dark, but in the sun they shine with the warmth of melted sugar or a glass of cognac.

Whenever Emil gets caught up in the giddy excitement of explaining one of his passions his eyes light up from within. Heavily lidded, they give off a sleepy quality, a trait only exaggerated by the thick fringe of lashes that frame them.

None. Emil shaves daily, but when he can't he becomes a bit scruffy after a couple of days.

Emil's eyebrows are thick and frank, often caught in an earnest furrow. Despite his best efforts he is quite expressive, often giving away his emotions in naught but a single look.

Growing Up
• Hobby
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Currently
• Hobby
• Hobby
• Hobby

When Emil is nervous he tends to play with it hair, running a hand through it, ruffling it, pushing it back again. Emil's hair seems to become proportionately messier the more stressful his day has been.

Emil carries himself rather lackadaisically, relaxed and loose whenever he can be. Not unlike a clumsy puppy he leans against walls, slouches in chairs, and stretches out his legs. No matter how many times his mother tells him to straighten up he just can't help it. The only way to describe it is to say he is at ease in his own skin, open and comfortable with others.

Though endearing to some and irritating to others, Emil's poor posture makes him easier to read than an open book. In uncomfortable situations and lies he goes rigid, holding his shoulders strong and straight with his arms right at his sides or wrapped around his waist. Ever since he was little Emil's mother has been able to tell when he's done something wrong without even needing to know what he's done, the guilt he feels simply gives him away.

When Emil laughs he does so with his whole body. First comes the sharp crack of laughter with a sudden sway backwards, his eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile. His shoulders sag as his knees weaken, catching a hand over his heart before sheepishly pushing it over his face and through his hair. Each time he catches himself with reddened cheeks and sheepish smile, embarrassed to be so loud. Without fail a curl ends up fallen against his forehead, all mussed up from pushing his hands through it but a moment earlier. No matter how he flustered he is in the aftermath Emil is just as loud the next time he laughs, too eager and excitable to ever hold himself back.

Above all else Emil wants to protect his family, at any cost. He would give anything for them – himself, his humanity – if he must. At heart Emil wants to escape the harsh world they live in and run away with Ansel, but he couldn't live with himself if he put his desires before his duty.

Emil wants so badly to be liked that he rarely stands up for himself or what he believes in. Even when conversations become hurtful he forces himself to quietly laugh along, fading into the background as best he can. Part of this is down to survivalism, having grown up in 1930s Germany Emil knows saying the wrong thing once might be enough to put him or his family in danger.

Though Emil wants to believe people are good at heart, the brutal and totalitarian world he's grown up in taught him otherwise. Despite being friendly he is mistrustful in the very same breath, trapped in the instinctive belief that everyone he meets is out for themselves and would turn him in to the Gestapo without a second's hesitation.

MBTI || ennegram || etc

In Depth

Though Emil has a soft spot for all animals cats are his favorite. Among the neighborhood strays he has a reputation as someone who always has a bit of food to share, a saucer of milk left on the back step, and endless scratches for little chins and fluffy ears.

Emil is a pacifist at heart and would rather not fight at all, let alone have need for a weapon, but once he joins the Resistance he doesn't have that luxury anymore. Emil has an MP40 submachine gun stolen from a German soldier and dreads the day he'll be forced to fire it.

Blue, all shades. He likes to wear navy, but his favorite is the light sky grey of Ansel's eyes.

Currently – Student & Tailor Apprentice.
Eventually – Maquisard in the French Resistance.

Judaism

October 19th, 1920.

Childhood
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Growing Up
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An Uncertain Future
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High School Graduate

Krümel, 'Crumbs' in German, is a chocolate brown Rex kitten sprinkled with flecks of cream across her pelt. She started life as a stray but quickly wormed her way into the Kleins' house and hearts by catching mice in their shop and proudly presenting it to Mr. Klein each morning in exchange for scratches and snacks. Krümchen, as Emil calls her, is a spastic ball of energy and spends her days leaping from shelf to shelf in the family's shop she calls home. Emil likes to sneak her up to the apartment above their store at night so she can curl up by his side while he reads in bed.

Thank you for reading this far! Any feedback you have is incredibly valuable to me and will be kept in the private notes of Emil's profile so I can keep them in mind. I hope you have a nice day :)

Reviews ||

"@papermoon
Will definitely do this!
Honestly, I can find nothing wrong with him. He is a very well written character. It really is amazing how in depth he is described. You did a wonderful job. He has a very good personality type. He sounds like he is adorable when he laughs. I love that he always has something for stray cats. No matter what it is. He seems like a very good character. You did a wonderful job in explaining him and keeping everything so it makes sense.
If you have any questions just ask!
-GinjaNinja"

❝ You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering. ❞ – A Farewell to Arms

❝ Our house was overrun by partisan border guards. Dozens of them. My father was beaten, my mother was beaten, and this man, my father's friend, he was beaten. And I watched this man. Every time they hit him, he stood back up again. So they hit him harder. Still he got back to his feet. I think because of this they stopped the beating. They let him live. 'Stoikiy muzhik'. I remember them saying. Which sort of means like uh, 'standing man'... Standing man...❞ – Bridge of Spies

❝ To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing. ❞ – Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

This is My Home – Fury (https://tinyurl.com/y955uul7)

Norman – Fury ( https://tinyurl.com/y93g9hd8 )

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫?
When Emil closes his eyes at night and longs for home he remembers evenings growing up, sat at the kitchen table watching his mother cook. He can’t be sure if it’s truly a memory or nostalgia idealizing his past like a film real, but he can vividly remember the pale golden sunlight that filled the room as the sunset, how the flecks of dust that floated through the air made his mother look like she had a halo. He remembers how she stood over the stove, softly humming along to the records that wafted in through the open window from a neighbor’s home, how graceful she was, how safe he felt. Smooth and polished like a stone from being turned over in his mind time and again, this small memory is Emil’s solace when all he can feel is empty and all he can hear is shots in the distance.

On the other hand, Emil is haunted by yet another memory, one still raw with pain. A memory that isn’t even one memory but many, all twisted together into one sick knot tied tightly in the pit of his stomach. Every morning his walk to school was littered with hateful rhetoric in the form of propaganda posters, some tacked upon the homes of his neighbors, others crumpled and mud stained at his feet. Each one was more disturbing than the last. No matter how far from home he goes or how strong he grows Emil has never been able to shed the distinct sense of being unwanted those posters left him with. The one he remembers the most, a moment still thick with pain like a hypertrophic scar, was hung in front of his school. That day Emil realized how different he was for the very first time, bitter tears rolling down his cheeks still chubby with baby fat as he studied it. “Die Weltpest”, it said, The Universal Plague. A grotesque caricature of a jew lumbered over Germany as women and children ran away in screaming terror. Though he tore it down the poster hung itself inside his head instead, lying in wait for his darkest moments to torment him, to prey on his doubts and desperation. These days Emil refuses to run from that memory any longer, turning the helpless grief he felt into the fuel he needs to keep fighting.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?
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𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? T𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥?
Emil isn't certain himself, in a world so censored he hasn't the vocabulary to articulate what exactly he feels. He finds women beautiful, intriguing, but feels nothing for them. For a long time Emil assumed this was how everyone felt, it wasn't until his best friend took his breath away that he finally understood the countless songs about love he grew up listening to. Even stealing the slightest of glances at another boy took all of Emil's courage, the idea of reaching out to one is terrifying. Emil tries not to dwell on sexuality in general, let alone his sexuality, but with all the propaganda the public is inundated with he can't help but be curious. What could possibly be so wrong with the butterflies in his stomach just because it was a boy who put them there? He watches the couples he encounters from the corner of his eye with an earnest awe, almost reverent in his curiosity. Deep down Emil longs simply to belong somewhere, to know what it feels like to be held and if kisses truly feel as wonderful as they look on the silver screen.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱?
Though Emil is shy he is also eager – desperate for a sense of belonging, for intimacy. That said, Emil is deeply affectionate and sensitive, despite his curiosity surrounding sex he can't imagine sharing himself with anyone he didn't love.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞? 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫?
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛?
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬/𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞?
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡?
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡?
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𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝/𝐛𝐚𝐝?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?
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𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧?
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?
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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐞𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞! )
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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐞𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬)
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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?
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𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?
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