Emeric is the product of a marriage purely contrived with the aim of being advantageous for both sides. His mother hails from a long line of very prominent political figures and, as was expected of her, she has taken up that mantle with every bit of her commanding and stringent demeanor. His father on the other hand is a gentleman born into an incredibly affluent and successful merchant family. Love did not even factor in to the union, and love could hardly be used to describe the dynamic of this family.

While Emeric’s father tended to be on the softer and more sympathetic side he often was brought to heel by his domineering mother, which meant that his mother was the one who brought him up while his father chipped in with ‘nonsense’ every so often. He learned from a very young age that he was not his own person, but whatever his mother twisted him up to be. Or, at least, that was how he survived her ceaseless attentions.

He was brought up as any well-bred young man who was expected to inherit a so called throne. No expenses were spared on his education however, to his mother’s chagrin, he often excelled more at playing the piano than anything else. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a good grasp of the material or struggled to understand it, more so that he wasn’t as interested in that as finally being able to command something all his own. Beneath his agile fingers he was able to bend the ivory keys to his will to produce whatever sound he desired, and it was intoxicating.

In the public eye he remains ever the well behaved creature he is meant to be, but in private he has found ways to assert his own independence and shake off the irons of perfection his mother had clapped on him since the momet he was born.

Impressions

Emeric is the product of his mother’s efforts to craft her idea of a prodigal son tasked with the duty of upholding his good family name while also carrying on the long political legacy he was born into. As such he comes across as a well-bred young man who is ready to shoulder any weight thrust upon him, though this is only Emeric at a glance. If one were to look closer they might detect a dangerous hollowness just below the surface, a depth that can be as intriguing as it is unnerving. Sometimes his actions are a little too rehearsed, his niceness a little too well placed. As with any politician there is always an element of something faked or deliberately misleading.

Sometimes when he looks at someone there is an edge to it that indicates he is sizing them up, observing for any weakness that could possibly be exploited for political or personal gain. A habit no doubt drilled into him by his Machiavellian mother. He can come across as cool and calculating, or as a dismissive and insensitive man but the traits of the politician are only skin deep; a mask he has adorned to appease his mother.

If someone were to get close enough to him they would see that he is struggling with the man that he truly is and the man he is expected to become. He is naturally sarcastic and more than a little mischievous, preferring the excitement that comes from deliberately disobeying the rules to the bland praise from following them. He can be demanding and selfish though he is guarded when it comes to what really matters to him because his mother taught him at a young age that nothing is sacred, and that caring too deeply about something only serves to give her an advantage when manipulating him.

Deep down he desperately wants to experience life to the fullest and allow himself to feel something other than obligation and what he has been instructed to feel, but with the odds so severely stacked against him he tends to waffle in and out of that gray area.

Relationships

Lucien Incaligo ( Fascinated )
Emeric has never met anyone who embodies the notion of purity of spirit in conjunction with an optimistic naivety quite like Lucien. And, while he initially took interest simply because it was amusing to corrupt the priest’s purity by planting the seeds of something more inappropriate in his mind, he is beginning to find that there is true value in the treasure that is Lucien’s genuine heart. It has made him possessive over it and although he is trying to fight it, the priest is becoming more important to him than anything should. To say that the delicate man has gotten under his skin is quite the understatement.