Ernest Porter-Blomgren

>Name - Ernest Porter-Blomgren
>Nicknames - Ern, Erny
>Nationality - British
>Ethnicity - British-Swedish
>Sexuality - Homosexual
>Species - Human
>Age - 22
>Gender - Male
>Pronouns - He/him

~ Physical Appearance ~
>Eye Colour - Pale baby blue
>Hair Colour - Strawberry blond
>Skin Colour - Fair
>Height - 5’9
>Body Type - Slim with a slight tone
>Piercings - Three pale pink diamond studs on his left earlobe and a rose gold hoop on his right ear.
>Scars - Multiple slash marks on the back of his right hand
>Tattoos - None
>Eyewear - Red heart-shaped sunglasses
>Clothing preferences - Lightly coloured shirts (but mostly white or soft pink), usually flowy or of light material, paired with tight-fitting pants. Ernst mostly wears loafers, he does enjoy an occasional high heel.

~ Basic Information ~
>Job - Fashion designer by practice but works for his mother.
>Sub/Dom - Submissive (but can play either role)
>Likes - Black coffee, peanut butter cookies, drinking wine, make-up, children. attending galas or grand celebrations.
>Dislikes - Cheap alcohol, Morally high individuals, overly sweet things, uncoordinated outfits, dogs.
>Hates - His father
>Fears - Failure
>Bad Habits - Ignoring the advice of others
>Hobbies - Ice skating, visiting cafes, shopping, listening to instrumental music, watching period dramas.
>Superpower - Communing with doves and transforming into one himself.

~ Personality ~
>Positive Personality Traits - Ernest is persistent and determined to finish a task given by himself to his mother. Despite being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he aims to pursue a future of fame with his hands. Passion is his drive, if he can’t connect to the task or find it tedious, then he would do anything in his power to refuse it. However, that doesn’t make him a senseless fool; he keeps his head in pressuring situations and weighs the pros and cons. Despite his arrogance, he lives up to his name and will go out of his way to repay those who showed him kindness. Although solitude can have its perks—like planning an assassination or ways to successfully seduce wannabe heroes—Ernest can’t survive only in the presence of his behaved birds and muted mannequins. He loves to flap his gums and cause all sorts of trouble.

>Negative Personality Traits - When Ernest faces a difficult obstacle, he stays calm and tries to analyse the situation as much as possible—however, not all at once. He can handle problems separately, but if he faces issues all at once he becomes overwhelmed. Usually, when he’s in such a state he begins to break and throw objects in a stressful fit. Ernest is the type of person to judge others by education, socioeconomic status, and appearance. He absolutely refuses to talk to anyone with poor education and even poorer wealth and God forbid they were grubby and unkempt. If he ever came across someone like that he will ignore their existence entirely and disregard their ideas and initiation for conversation.

~ Relationships ~
>Parents/Guardians/caretakers - Ernest’s mother, Erica Blomgren. When Erica was a child she would often visit child psychiatrists due to her lack of emotion; she had never smiled once, not even now—at least, not a genuine one. She isn’t quite as bad as she was in her younger days—if a permanent frown counts. In school she never settled for a B, nor would she tolerate an A-. Erica grew up in wealth and out of her six siblings she was selected to become her father’s successor at the age of 17. Frivolous things like friendship and romance meant nothing to her if they didn’t give her benefit. It wasn’t until she began courting Jenson Porter (Ernest’s father) that she could feel somewhat human. Her father emphasised the importance of the marriage between Jenson and her but the fool outwardly refused to marry lovelessly. Many rejections and refusals later, she finally got the man to give her his heart… only for her to give him hers in return. Ernest’s father, Jenson Porter. Jenson grew up fairly normal if he didn’t mention his four sports cars, private spa, three phones, Shih Tzu named Princess his penthouse—then yes, he was a fairly ordinary child. Although he excelled in academics, he had a passion for the arts and often sketched portraits of his pet and Erica (when she wasn’t looking). He wanted to pursue the arts but was brutally shut down by his mother; it was a while until he picked up his pencil again. Jenson wasn’t particularly motivated to succeed in his mother’s legacy but after encountering Erica he found some sort of ambition.
>Sibling(s) - Ernest’s twin brother, Eddie. Unlike Ernest, Eddie liked to keep his hair cropped and manageable. He preferred to work on financial equations and observe his mother in business meetings; deciding to study in his room instead of focusing on real human interaction. Although Eddie doesn’t prefer to talk, when he does his voice is gruff and he keeps his responses to a minimum. One would have thought he disliked his brother but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He often accompanied his brother on missions as some sort of bodyguard but mostly damage control. When Eddie was younger he used to follow his brother around and help him plan pranks on the staff.
>Friend(s) - Enrest’s mentor best friend, Jude Dunn. Jude worked under Ernest’s mother and was appointed to be Ernest’s bodyguard after the last one resigned. At the time Ernest was only 16 and Jude had just turned 21. At first, Ernest refused to accept him and often pulled pranks that almost left Jude with permanently stained clothes or a broken bone. However, unlike all the other bodyguards appointed to him, Jude would give a hearty laugh and praise his young master’s wit and humor. Over the years Jude became some sort of mentor to Ernest. Jude had keen ears and a fantastic memory. He liked to listen to Ernest vent which almost made Jude laugh with Ernest’s hysteria and dramatic gestures. In turn, he’d give the boy advice and ensure he grew up sensible enough to at least tolerate others he disliked.
>Ex(s) - Beau (Bow) Bishop. Beau was a vain boy and often lived too much in the moment. He was the typical ‘bad boy’ but not the hard exterior with a gooey center type—just an honest cheap cookie-cutter bad boy who only cared about himself. He liked to laze about with his friends and go to all sorts of parties. Beau only ever initiated conversation with Ernest if he needed money or to let out some steam. It must have been Beau’s sexy messy hair and just visible abs that made Ernest stay with the a**hole for a year and a half.

~ Description / Background ~
Part Ⅰ (His life story and relationship with Beau and Jude):
Growing up, Earnest was a mischievous child. There were quite a several reports by his nannies and staff that piled up over the years. Once when he was five years old he hid in the kitchen cabinets to avoid his tutor and even stole a couple of tarts along the way. Another instance would be on his eleventh birthday when Eddie and he decided to let all 650 birds they owned loose (they lost at least 457 doves). Oh, and who could forget his many murder attempts—Ernest prefers to call them pranks—against his bodyguards.

He would get a new bodyguard at least every week up until he turned sixteen—when he met Jude, his best friend, and bodyguard. At first, Ernest was determined to get rid of him with his signature poltergeist prank. With the help of his brother, Ernest would pretend to be poisoned and ‘haunt’ his said target. It took many rehearsals and he often hired a director and screenwriter to polish the act. It would have been foolproof if Jude hadn’t taken a sneak peek of one of his practices… Well, at least Jude clapped at the end.

He wasn’t supposed to stay long, a week at most if Ernest continued to persist; but one week turned to two, three weeks turned to four, and then a full month went by. A week after that. Ernest decided to go on a temporary ‘break’. One can only come up with so many deceitful plans. In the beginning, he would just try to avoid Jude and hide whenever he could but that didn’t last long. Despite Jude’s silly smile and lively personality, he did his job well; finding and catching Ernest within seconds. Flabbergasted and fed up he let Jude follow him with a scornful pout and snapped whenever his bodyguard would open his mouth. However, things took a 180 when Ernest went home in tears and spent an entire month locked in his room. At the time Ernest had just broken up with his boyfriend.

When Ernest was fifteen Ernest had begun dating his long-time crush, Beau Bishop. As a young teenager, he had low standards. Like very low. It would just take a kind smile and a brief conversation with a hot boy to steal his heart. Beau was some sexy bad boy with beautiful blue eyes in Ernest’s mind. However, in actuality, Beau was just an incompetent, reckless swindler with a terrible vaping habit. Ew. What had he seen in him? Maybe it was the faint lining of a six-pack (it looked even less impressive in person). Regardless, it didn’t excuse his unbelievable behaviour.

Ernest hadn’t yet peaked and was somewhat timid when he first began dating Beau. Ernest wore obnoxious braces and random pimples would pop up in awkward places; the only thing going for him was the absurd amount of cash he had. Of course, he was clueless when he came to romance—and Beau knew that. He wasn’t blatant about his intentions at the start. He was quite sweet, to be frank, but a little inconsiderate. However, little things started to get to Ernest’s nerves. Beau would ask to borrow money sometimes. It was fine though, he didn’t ask for much. Well, until he started trying to leech off more than three hundred off him. Honestly, Ernest wouldn’t have minded if Beau didn’t start nit-picking at his appearance; sometimes comparing him to his exes. He would even ghost him for the most little things disguised as worry or harmless jealousy. Ernest gave the a**hole everything, even his first night. Only to be ghosted afterward. Eventually, it got too much for him; so much so that he could barely leave his room. A year and a half are how long he spent with the pest. Ernest might have stayed longer if he hadn’t caught him kissing his deskmate after school. He broke up with him after that. After breaking his nose.

Fast forward a few hours, Ernest was smothering his blotchy face with a fluffy pillow under his silk duvet. He refused to let anyone enter his room and only spoke to his three doves: Gyda (Ge-da), Galla (Ga-la), and Liǎn (Lee-a). They were his only true friends in his time of need. Until Jude came along. Ernest wasn’t supposed to let him enter his room; he wasn’t supposed to take the food he brought, and he most certainly wasn’t supposed to laugh at his trashy jokes. But he did. Bodyguards aren’t so bad after all.

Part Ⅱ (His relationship with his mother and her business):
Despite Ernest’s mischievous temperament, he was odd compared to most children. When he was in primary school, he would bring Gyda, his pet dove—he only had one at the time. He would take her into every class, just speaking to her. It was odd, it wasn’t like she could talk back. A handful of teachers even tried to confiscate her but a bit of money had them taping their mouths. It was only a strange habit and no one thought of it. Not his mother though.

Ever since Ernest was born, she would repeat the same words at some point or another, “There's no one out there like us. Keep it to yourself; they wouldn’t understand.” Of course, he knew what she was going off about all those years. It wasn’t hard considering all the other children couldn’t understand Gyda’s lovely chatter. Not to mention, ever since a**hole Witt Nicholson jumped him and tried to take Gyda it's never been more clear.

His skin had turned rashy, stinging with sudden heat—and before he knew it, he was growing feathers! It was awesome, though he would have rather tossed himself in front of a moving train with razors for wheels than go through that hell. It was worth it though—now he could fly with Gyda!.. More or less.

Being inexperienced and an emotional pre-teen, he could barely do the same trick twice. It was usually random but mostly when he was anxious or deathly terrified (mostly the latter). Good thing mummy dearest was so experienced.

Ernest’s mother was sharp with a chilling glare, a frown never leaving her face—at least to others. To him, she was just an antisocial woman with a stiff face and a lack of social awareness. He honestly doesn’t understand why people were afraid of her. His mother was gorgeous and looked young enough to be her sister. Oh, and she was the only willing person to gossip with him. But no one needed to know that.

Erica was the madame chairman of her family’s bank. It’s been around since Ernest's great-grandfather so it was pretty big. Although he didn’t understand what made it so special until a year after his first shift.

It functioned as an ordinary bank—if one didn’t include the fact that it funded the crimes of literal criminals. Not just any ordinary criminals, but criminals with odd skills. From what he could remember, there was one man who could break glass without even touching it. There was also a woman who had hair that slithered like snakes. It was kind of gross. Speaking of which, there was one sickly-looking guy that could use his smelly breath to knock people out. Ernest made sure to stay at least eight meters away from him, with a gas mask.

Of course, his mother wouldn’t give money to just anyone. Only to those who were competent and knew how to use money. She was especially strict when it came to loans. Sometimes she’d send some men to give some clients a little ‘reminder’ but they were scum criminals anyway. He didn’t know much about it anyway since his twin brother was mostly involved in his mother’s affairs. Ernest was more interested in designing the uniforms than anything.

~ Fun Fact ~
When he’s bored or looking to pass the time, he usually likes to pick up some wannabe good-doers and party with his twin brother. Though it was usually Ernest dragging his brother so he wouldn't get kidnapped as he's usually blacked-out drunk after every party.