Emil Savisaar
birthplace: võrumaa, estonia
dob: may 3, 1971 ♉
gender: man // sexuality: gay
Emil is defined by his hands and his teeth.
Never happy unless moving, Emil is the sort of person who will build on every project he’s given until it’s miles more complex than it began. His demeanor is that of a foreigner: always a little bit bemused by the world, but often tired by it. Though he has many stories to tell of his life and opinions about the world, they all come out with an edge of cynicism. Modern life doesn’t interest him. He’d rather build a chicken coop.
Since he was born to a people thought to have gone extinct in the Middle Ages, Emil is somewhat alien to the rest of the world. Situated in the dark of the Estonian forests, his culture is a treasure hidden from the Hanseatic League, Hitler, and Stalin. Everything is shared and everyone is family - Emil knew who his biological mother was but was passed from hand to hand along with his twenty-one “siblings.” Their rites and ethics are a jealously-guarded secret. Cannibalism is practiced ritually, galvanized in during the Soviet occupation by famine, and by the hunter-shamans of the tribe use it to commune with the divine.
It was what Emil was born to do. By day, he sat in a classroom learning Russian, and at night he would run, baring tooth and claw as a hunting dog for the gods. This was the center of his life, even as he went off to Tartu for university, to the slaughterhouses for his first job, and finally to France. Though he would spend the majority of his life there, his home was the forest. He continued his spiritual practice in secret, first in rare circumstances and gradually more as he traveled up the echelons of Paris’ culinary scene as a gourmet butcher. To disguise the remains of his victims, he repurposed meat he could not use as fine pork.
With his rise in society came the hunger. Emil’s teachers told him that it wouldn’t do, that eating too much human flesh would turn him into a monster. “Too much” was at odds with the hunger, for wouldn’t he know when he’d had enough? The tipping point was a new employer, a wealthy socialite who discovered Emil’s secret but thought human meat an exotic delicacy. Their torrid indulgence led to passionate, vengeful murders, and this is how they were caught.
Both escaped and went their separate ways. Emil returned home to make his case for his elders that he should stay despite being unmarried. It was his teacher who turned him away, as he could see what the hunger had wrought. Emil was almost gone, about to become neither a spirit nor a human. Emil was a danger to his community, but his teacher offered him a solution. Tasked with purifying his body and soul, he is in voluntary hermitage. The hunger still strikes as painful as ever. His movements and manners are somewhat bestial, and though his mind is mostly there he takes the form of a wolf-like anthropoid when the hunger overtakes him.
Seeking genre/plot: Horror! Emil goes to live out in the woods or into a small town and things go terribly wrong.
Preferred themes: Emotional growth, discussions of ethics/morality, cultural exchange, loneliness. I’d prefer a character who is another “outsider,” but this doesn’t have to be so as long as you can explain why they’re in the middle of the goddamn wilderness.
Aesthetics: Cold forests, gutted deer, sawdust (diamonds?), hand-built structures, greasy spoon diners, knives, bad vodka, winter/early spring, deep green, the smell of pine and wet bark, blood, silence.
Potential deal-sweeteners: Monster-fucking. All the monsterfucking you can want.
