Post by Emily Fain on May 13, 2015 22:03:27 GMT
Emily fain
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i am a [FORTY] year old [FEMALE] [PHOENIX]. i am currently a [SECOND YEAR STUDENT]. i am [BI-CURIOUS]. a lot of people tend to call me [EMILY].
PERSONAL
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[ABILITIES]
•lullaby: ability through song to calm any raging spirits be they dead or alive
•memory call: ability to recall random memories of anyone through physical contact
[PERSONALITY]
+ Law-abiding
+ Agreeable
+ Empathetic
- Control freak
- Insecure
- Panics easily
If you were to describe Emily in one word, it would be law-abiding. In fact, most of her personality is centered around this; it pains her to do something that would be considered "breaking the rules." All rules in fact, not just the law: school rules, parents' rules, social rules, everything. She's definitely a control freak; she needs to have everything go her way - anything that is out of the ordinary has to be destroyed or removed from the equation. Emily has to have a sense of security in whatever situation she's in, no matter who she's with; her sense of security is in her constant routine. If there's even a slight change of plans, she starts to panic; everything needs to go in their tiny boxes. A lot of people see this side of her; after all, when has life ever gone according to plan? However, inside of her routine, she's calm and collected, there is always a serene smile on her face when everything works out in the end.
She's pretty insecure of how she looks and can't stop herself from putting makeup on every morning; in fact, that's where most of her money goes. It's an uncontrollable habit, whenever she sees a store, she goes inside and buys something new that can help her attain "perfection," without being conscious of it. Emily hates people looking at her, despite all her time trying to look beautiful for other people.
Emily is neither a bad nor a good student: she's too busy worrying about other things that are out of place to start working on her work, though once everything is perfect, she works well and efficiently. Her worrying does intervene with her work, many a times, it is only a small pencil out of place that will take her out of her work zone and she needs to fix it to make herself feel better. With this is mind, though, she is quite the amazing planner, thinking hours, even days ahead, if it's a long trip. During daily life, she's a pain, but if there is an important day, you know she'll make it the best one.
•lullaby: ability through song to calm any raging spirits be they dead or alive
•memory call: ability to recall random memories of anyone through physical contact
[PERSONALITY]
+ Law-abiding
+ Agreeable
+ Empathetic
- Control freak
- Insecure
- Panics easily
If you were to describe Emily in one word, it would be law-abiding. In fact, most of her personality is centered around this; it pains her to do something that would be considered "breaking the rules." All rules in fact, not just the law: school rules, parents' rules, social rules, everything. She's definitely a control freak; she needs to have everything go her way - anything that is out of the ordinary has to be destroyed or removed from the equation. Emily has to have a sense of security in whatever situation she's in, no matter who she's with; her sense of security is in her constant routine. If there's even a slight change of plans, she starts to panic; everything needs to go in their tiny boxes. A lot of people see this side of her; after all, when has life ever gone according to plan? However, inside of her routine, she's calm and collected, there is always a serene smile on her face when everything works out in the end.
She's pretty insecure of how she looks and can't stop herself from putting makeup on every morning; in fact, that's where most of her money goes. It's an uncontrollable habit, whenever she sees a store, she goes inside and buys something new that can help her attain "perfection," without being conscious of it. Emily hates people looking at her, despite all her time trying to look beautiful for other people.
Emily is neither a bad nor a good student: she's too busy worrying about other things that are out of place to start working on her work, though once everything is perfect, she works well and efficiently. Her worrying does intervene with her work, many a times, it is only a small pencil out of place that will take her out of her work zone and she needs to fix it to make herself feel better. With this is mind, though, she is quite the amazing planner, thinking hours, even days ahead, if it's a long trip. During daily life, she's a pain, but if there is an important day, you know she'll make it the best one.
The looks
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[APPEARANCE]
A girl's gotta wear her best, doesn't she? Well, in this case, her "best" doesn't come close to what the others are wearing. Emily wears a loose and cream colored garment, which makes her transforming to other other form quite simple. A small blue jewel rests in the top center of the garment and a small one is worn on a choker necklace - both of these are family heirlooms.
Her hair is a weird color: it's almost dark blue in the sunlight. It reaches her chin with some unmanageable tufts of hair falling to her chin. Don't even get her started on how annoying it is to manage; it doesn't seem to want to cooperate in the morning. Ever.
Emily stands at 5'1 and weighs around 130 lbs. She hates it when others comment on her height, even more if it's someone who's a lot taller than she is. However, there's nothing she can do about it; she's lost her window of opportunity to grow.
A girl's gotta wear her best, doesn't she? Well, in this case, her "best" doesn't come close to what the others are wearing. Emily wears a loose and cream colored garment, which makes her transforming to other other form quite simple. A small blue jewel rests in the top center of the garment and a small one is worn on a choker necklace - both of these are family heirlooms.
Her hair is a weird color: it's almost dark blue in the sunlight. It reaches her chin with some unmanageable tufts of hair falling to her chin. Don't even get her started on how annoying it is to manage; it doesn't seem to want to cooperate in the morning. Ever.
Emily stands at 5'1 and weighs around 130 lbs. She hates it when others comment on her height, even more if it's someone who's a lot taller than she is. However, there's nothing she can do about it; she's lost her window of opportunity to grow.
THE PAST
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[HISTORY]
"YOU CAME FROM FIRE
"There once was a little girl, who lived a calm and relaxed life. She lived on top of a large hill, out in the country, and in a small brick house. She lived away from people; her parents told her that people would hurt people like them. She never understood what they were saying. The little girl lived with her parents, though they were gone most of the time. She was fine with that. The little girl had a Friend. This Friend had no name, the Friend was just called that, "the Friend." Though the little girl didn't mind, her Friend was so kind and gentle to her. However, this Friend was a quiet one, always staring back at the little girl with calm brown eyes, never replying back to her, just...listening. The little girl would tell the Friend everything that had happened and only the Friend knew of her secret: she could know people's memories just by touching them. At first, the little girl was scared of this power; flashes of people and voices clouded her head, when she just brushed up against them. To stop the voices, she closed herself off from other people. The Friend was the only one she could talk to; the Friend didn't have any memories, there was no need for all the loud voices anymore.
"So, the little girl grew up with the Friend, her parents intermittently popping in and out of the home to check to see if the little girl was still there. Now, the little girl didn't blame her parents for leaving her, she understood that her parents were just busy, they still loved her; whenever one of them would return, they would drop everything and spend the day with her. Yes, the little girl missed her parents very deeply, sometimes it would hurt how much she missed them. The Friend would always be there for her.
"One day, years later, when the little girl was no longer little, her father came home from a very long trip, carrying a small box with him. He looked very grim. The now older girl ran out to greet her father, the Friend in tow. There seemed to be a shadow that appeared over her father's face, as he saw her and his fingers clutched the box he carried, turning the knuckles white.. 'Daddy, what's wrong?' The girl asked, a bit hurt; she had missed him so much...had she done something wrong?
"The father crouched down in front of her, giving her a sympathetic look. 'Emily, you remember what I told you about people who weren't like us?' The girl was confused, though gave a nod. 'These people... They killed your mother. She...' He stopped, taking a deep breath, his voice wavering, before he shook his head, starting over. 'Emily, you're not like some people; you- I mean we are special. Emily, you are part of the proud race of phoenixes. Your mother...she- Well, just take a look." He removed the lid of the box.
"Inside were gray ashes, stirring in the wind. The girl glanced up to her father, opening her mouth, words failing her. Finally, she managed to say, her throat tightening, 'I...don't understand, daddy. Is she-' She couldn't manage to say the word. She couldn't believe her mother was 'dead.'
"'No, don't worry, she's not actually dead. She'll be reborn soon, but she'll look different than before...' Her father got to his feet, hands reaching out, as if to touch her, though they stopped, inches away from her. His fingers dropped to his side, and he continued, suddenly serious, 'Emily... There's this place where I know you'll be safe, a school. You can live there, until I come for you. I don't want you tangled up in this.'
"Panic washed over the girl and her eyes widened. To be somewhere new- That wasn't here? No, she couldn't do that. Hurriedly stopping her words, her father continued, 'There are people like you, there. I've heard that it's the safest place for people like us.'
"There were people...like the girl? That meant... That meant that she wasn't different anymore, right? It hadn't occurred to the girl how much it scared her to be considered different; she had lived her whole life with the Friend, the Friend never judged the girl for who she was... But now... 'Do I- Do I have to?' The girl murmured, staring down at the ground.
"'Yes. I need you to be safe. Please, please go to this place.' Fear in her father's voice made the girl glance up at him. She nodded slowly. If it would make her father feel better....
"Though what made her the most scared, was how terrified he looked.
"So, the girl and the father packed up the items she had and she was shipped off to the secret school, with nothing but the Friend to keep her company.
"It has been years since the girl has heard from her father. There's a small part of her that believes that he too was killed. But, deep down, she knows that he can't actually die. They will always live again, once more."
AND FROM FIRE, YOU SHALL RETURN."
Emily finished her story, giving a small smile to the person in front of her, fidgeting slightly. The person was quiet for a moment, before saying, chuckling, "That was a neat story, Emily. Though why'd you need us to be alone? It was just a story, right?"
Emily's smile wavered, before it rose again, though this time, it looked almost plastic. "R-right. Yes, of course. A story."
Just a story.
"YOU CAME FROM FIRE
"There once was a little girl, who lived a calm and relaxed life. She lived on top of a large hill, out in the country, and in a small brick house. She lived away from people; her parents told her that people would hurt people like them. She never understood what they were saying. The little girl lived with her parents, though they were gone most of the time. She was fine with that. The little girl had a Friend. This Friend had no name, the Friend was just called that, "the Friend." Though the little girl didn't mind, her Friend was so kind and gentle to her. However, this Friend was a quiet one, always staring back at the little girl with calm brown eyes, never replying back to her, just...listening. The little girl would tell the Friend everything that had happened and only the Friend knew of her secret: she could know people's memories just by touching them. At first, the little girl was scared of this power; flashes of people and voices clouded her head, when she just brushed up against them. To stop the voices, she closed herself off from other people. The Friend was the only one she could talk to; the Friend didn't have any memories, there was no need for all the loud voices anymore.
"So, the little girl grew up with the Friend, her parents intermittently popping in and out of the home to check to see if the little girl was still there. Now, the little girl didn't blame her parents for leaving her, she understood that her parents were just busy, they still loved her; whenever one of them would return, they would drop everything and spend the day with her. Yes, the little girl missed her parents very deeply, sometimes it would hurt how much she missed them. The Friend would always be there for her.
"One day, years later, when the little girl was no longer little, her father came home from a very long trip, carrying a small box with him. He looked very grim. The now older girl ran out to greet her father, the Friend in tow. There seemed to be a shadow that appeared over her father's face, as he saw her and his fingers clutched the box he carried, turning the knuckles white.. 'Daddy, what's wrong?' The girl asked, a bit hurt; she had missed him so much...had she done something wrong?
"The father crouched down in front of her, giving her a sympathetic look. 'Emily, you remember what I told you about people who weren't like us?' The girl was confused, though gave a nod. 'These people... They killed your mother. She...' He stopped, taking a deep breath, his voice wavering, before he shook his head, starting over. 'Emily, you're not like some people; you- I mean we are special. Emily, you are part of the proud race of phoenixes. Your mother...she- Well, just take a look." He removed the lid of the box.
"Inside were gray ashes, stirring in the wind. The girl glanced up to her father, opening her mouth, words failing her. Finally, she managed to say, her throat tightening, 'I...don't understand, daddy. Is she-' She couldn't manage to say the word. She couldn't believe her mother was 'dead.'
"'No, don't worry, she's not actually dead. She'll be reborn soon, but she'll look different than before...' Her father got to his feet, hands reaching out, as if to touch her, though they stopped, inches away from her. His fingers dropped to his side, and he continued, suddenly serious, 'Emily... There's this place where I know you'll be safe, a school. You can live there, until I come for you. I don't want you tangled up in this.'
"Panic washed over the girl and her eyes widened. To be somewhere new- That wasn't here? No, she couldn't do that. Hurriedly stopping her words, her father continued, 'There are people like you, there. I've heard that it's the safest place for people like us.'
"There were people...like the girl? That meant... That meant that she wasn't different anymore, right? It hadn't occurred to the girl how much it scared her to be considered different; she had lived her whole life with the Friend, the Friend never judged the girl for who she was... But now... 'Do I- Do I have to?' The girl murmured, staring down at the ground.
"'Yes. I need you to be safe. Please, please go to this place.' Fear in her father's voice made the girl glance up at him. She nodded slowly. If it would make her father feel better....
"Though what made her the most scared, was how terrified he looked.
"So, the girl and the father packed up the items she had and she was shipped off to the secret school, with nothing but the Friend to keep her company.
"It has been years since the girl has heard from her father. There's a small part of her that believes that he too was killed. But, deep down, she knows that he can't actually die. They will always live again, once more."
AND FROM FIRE, YOU SHALL RETURN."
Emily finished her story, giving a small smile to the person in front of her, fidgeting slightly. The person was quiet for a moment, before saying, chuckling, "That was a neat story, Emily. Though why'd you need us to be alone? It was just a story, right?"
Emily's smile wavered, before it rose again, though this time, it looked almost plastic. "R-right. Yes, of course. A story."
Just a story.
Extra
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[YOUR ALIAS]
Pipintan
[CHARACTERS]
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[FACE CLAIM]
Pipintan
[CHARACTERS]
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[FACE CLAIM]
[b]SLAYERS[/b], Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune as @pipintan
