Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Nov 24, 2010 0:18:55 GMT -5
Hi, my name is WHAT?
My name is WHO?
My name is
Emerson "Emmie" Le
Claim to Fame: Avril Lavinge
[/color]My name is WHO?
My name is
Emerson "Emmie" Le
Claim to Fame: Avril Lavinge
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Name: Emerson "Emmie" Le
Age: 22
Height: 5'7''
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Innocent
Likes:
- Sunflowers
- Sleeping
- Warm Sunshine
- Nature
- Quiet
Dislikes:
- The Cold
- Small Spaces
- Big Cities/Pollution
Wants:
- Earmuffs
- To Make The World A Little Better
- Perfection
Fears:
- Small Spaces
- Hospitals
- Bird Houses
Appearence:Emerson's bones are thin and light. It makes her look lanky. Her favorite color is white, and it's probably her most worn color. She hates the cold, and would probably bundle up if she didn't hate the restricted feeling of all that clothing. She likes to keep her clothes plain and simple, very flowy. She wears open toed sandles mostly, but when she feels it gets too cold she'll give in a put on sneakers, struggling again between restriction and warmth. She's in love with pockets.
Emmie's hair is long and straight. It's a hay-colored blond and goes well past her shoulders. Her eyes are a flat blue, no grey or green speckles. They don't change with the light, but stay a constant sky blue. Her skin is alabaster, and her lips are a pale pink, the bottom slightly fuller than the top. Her nose is upturned and her face is sort of heart-shaped. She looks like her mind has never had a coherent thought, and her blank stare doesn't help.
Personality: Emerson is level-headed, but comes off as a little spacey. She doesn't smile much. Despite her vacant expression, she thinks a lot. Emmie has all her ideas on life already thought out. She loves nature, and can often be found sitting on the grass, eyes closed, not moving, but listening. She doesn't know it, but people don't often hear her coming. She'll start talking to you without realizing she doesn't know you. Her conversations don't make sense, because she isn't so good at putting her thoughts to words. Emmie is really calm about talking to strangers.
She likes riddles and is almost always eating sunflower seeds. She can sing well and can dance just fine. Emmie will only dance alone and she'll do it barefoot. She's convinced that shoes slow her down. Once upon a time she was a ballerina. Emerson, though an innocent, doesn't really believe in justice. To her, life begins and it ends. Killing doesn't seem like such a big deal to her, though she'd never do it herself. She actually considers it to be the least offensive.
Emerson never gets angry, and doesn't seem to cry. In fact, she's not the most responsive.. to anything. Emmie was always this way. She use to be very touchy, but only with her grandfather. She'd sit in his lap and they'd sit in silence. Emmie didn't stop the habit, even when her limps got long and gangly. Even now she still sits in chairs as if her grandfather were sitting there and she was in his lap, with her back against one arm of the chair and her legs hanging off the other arm. She moves slow, trying to enjoy all of it. If it were up to her, she'd never leave the spot she was sitting in because there will always be something to see and learn from.
[THINK LUNA LOVEGOOD.]
Mother:Unknown
Father:Unknown
Siblings:None
Family of Note:Grandfather
History: Emmie never knew her parents, and as far as she was concerned she didn't need to. Her grandfather was enough for her. He taught her to be strong and leader like. Because he lost his wife, and his son and daughter-in-law seemingly vanished, Emmie was the last he had. She never went to school, but learned everything from Grampy. Grampy never talked about her parents, so she just assumes they didn't want her. She doesn't mind though. Her childhood was fine. She didn't live anywhere near other people. Her grandfather's house was a big old dusty three story. It was filled with books and trinkets. He was a watch-maker, and tried to get her intrested in tinkering, but Emmie always prefered naturally made things. She spent a lot of time outside, though she didn't look like it. The closest town was Noatak, but Grampy always told her to stay away.
The first time she wandered away from her home and into Noatak was also her last. Grampy kept a close eye on her afterwards. One time, she told him about the dreams she had, and he had a fit. He told Emmie that she wasn't allowed to sleep anymore, or else she'd end up like her parents. It's not like Emerson hated her parents, but she'd much rather be like her grandfather. She tried for as long as she could, but ended up falling asleep after 73 hours of painfully awakeness. She woke up in her grandfather's palm, a small fuzzy ball. He was crying, and his tears were the thing that actually woke her up. They avoided talking about it, and Emerson never morphed when her grandfather was around.
Her fear of bird houses started when she got trapped in one. It inspired another fear of small spaces. She spent as much time as an owl, only because she was tired of looking at the sky from the ground. Her grandfather didn't approve, but didn't try to stop her. Sometimes, she felt like she disappointed him, which made her want to be perfect so she'd never have to worry about disappointing him again. He still treated her the same though. He called her Sunshine.
After her Grandfather's death, Emmie stayed in his house.. for a while that is. Even after his death, she didn't cry. She buried him herself, only because she didn't know anyone who could help. A few years later, and she got lonely. Emmie remembered her trip to Noatak, and couldn't help but want to go back.
Talisman: Screech Owl
Description: As an owl, she's ridiculously small. She thinks it's odd, and is a little senstive about her petite bird size. Her feathers are brown, and her eyes are green. When she tucks her head down, she looks like a fluffy little ball. Emmie can fit in the palm of a man's hand. If a child cups both hands, she can fit in them. A woman would need to struggle with one hand.
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Your Name: August. But y'all already know my real name. Alice.
Your Experience: I don't remember. A while, i guess.
Other Characters: My Mental Family: August Frost, Ichabod Hallows, Thomas Harper!
How You Found Us: Journey, That's how!
Code: CunningWolf
