Post by EMMA EVERETTE on May 17, 2011 16:39:12 GMT -5
[/size]Emma Odette Everette
Character Play-by: Miley Cyrus
The Basics
Name: Emma Odette Everette
Age: 3,500 years old. (Appears nineteen)
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Hetero.
Relationship Status: Single.
Race: Vampire hybrid.
Birthplace: Venice, Italy.
Current location: Volterra, Italy.
Occupation: Clothing designer.
Species Specialty
Are you wild or part of a coven? Wild.
Do you drink human or animal blood? Animal blood.
Do you have a special power? She can control, persuade, etc. someone with her voice. She cannot use her power if she is angry.
In-depth Analysis
Personality:
Emma is a serious, reserved person. She’s not shy or afraid, that is probably the absolute opposite of her, she just prefers to keep to herself. She tends to let others do the talking while she listens. She’s extremely mature and so a lot of people come to her for advice.
One of Emma’s weaknesses is her even temper. Whenever she is depressed, which happens to be most of the time, or angry, it’s amplified. She has barely any good friends because of her anger. She doesn’t necessarily think when she gets angry, it just sort of slips out. Although, afterwards she always regrets her actions.
She also is very bold and brave. She doesn’t let anyone talk bad about her or her friends. If she hears someone talking about her they usually end up in the hospital with some broken bone. She’ll always stand up for what she believes in and no one can ever convince her otherwise. She’s also very stubborn whenever she makes up her mind it’s useless to argue with her.
Emma has found love yet. She doesn’t even know if she wants to find love. It’s not that she’s frightened by the idea she’s just never thought that way about a boy. She avoids relationships for the most part but that doesn’t mean she’s not trying to find someone to love.
Detailed history:
Emma was born on a sunny, breezy April day to Angelique and Smith Devereux. Unfortunately, Angelique died after Emma was born. Smith and Emma lived a life of isolation. Emma grew to the tender age of ten within weeks because she was a hybrid. Her father explained this to her when she looked the age of six. During the time Emma was ten, she longed to go outside the gates of her home and play with the children in the streets but her father denied her requests.
When Emma finally reached the age or appearance of eighteen, he finally let her go outside the gates. The world was far from what she expected. She had assumed that the world would be wonderful, peaceful, et cetera. She was far from being correct. The world was a dark, greedy place that wanted to consume every ray of light there was. Or, at least that was what her father had told her. He did everything in his power to make her believe him too. He hired men to stalk her and almost rape her but Smith came to the rescue every time. Saying that the world was a terrible place and that she belonged next to him. She believed him.
In 1542, Smith and Emma were accused of witchcraft. Their reason for the accusation was unknown. They fled the city and ran for days on end. Finally, when Emma couldn’t hold down food because of an illness, Smith gave Emma a red liquid. She drank it and was instantly surprised at how much it satisfied her hunger. She asked what it was.
Blood.
Emma asked how he had obtained it and he simply told her that he had killed a man and poured his blood into a goblet. Emma was appalled and she hid from Smith for weeks. Eventually she began to seek him again but her search was a failed attempt. For years she sought him out but every time she had a clue, it slipped from her grasp.
Emma regretted leaving him. She hated herself for it. She began finding shards of glass and she would cut her forearms with them.
One day a man, who seemed sweet and kind began to make sexual advances towards her. This alarmed her, seeing that she never had a relationship. One night when he planned to rape her she was too tired to thwart his advances. When he dragged her into the forest she simply screamed for him to stop. Instantly he stopped, his feet wouldn’t budge. She furrowed her brow and told him to let her go. His arms released her neck robotically as if he were being controlled. Lastly, she commanded him to go away from her. He obeyed.
She learned over the years that she had the ability of compulsion.
Centuries passed and in 1832, Emma discovered that she had MDD, Major Depression Disorder. At first it wasn't bad, she got through it every day. But sooner or later she started to let it slip. She is ashamed of it and so she didn't let anyone know about it. Instead of her having major mood swings she remained depressed almost all of the time. She learned to let her face remain blank and show no emotion. For even if she showed happiness it always had a hint of sadness in it.
Soon the twenty first century was upon her and she dealt with both her depression and her ability.
Currently, she lives in Volterra, Italy, having a low profile in the city.
Fears:
-Dying.
-Someone finding out about her depression.
Strengths:
-She drinks animal blood.
-She is excellent at concealing her feelings.
-She always stands up for what she believes in.
-She can restrain herself from human blood.
Weaknesses:
-Her depression.
-Her past.
-Death.
Likes:
-Running.
-Fashion.
-Designing clothes.
-Traveling.
Dislikes:
-The Volturi.
-Manipulative/Tricky people.
-Being stuck in one place for too long.
-Being told what to do.
Physical Appearance
Facial appearance: She has alluring, golden eyes and long eyelashes. She has flawless, lightly tan skin but a scar that runs along her forearm distorts it’s beauty. She has long, wavy, brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and thin eyebrows.
Clothing: She prefers to wear jeans and a simple fitted t-shirt. She also wears some of the clothes that she designed.
Build: Emma is a tall, slender girl, coming to the height of 5’7 and weighing only 110 pounds. She has long, slim legs and lanky arms.
Marks/scars: She has a long scar that runs along her forearm from cutting.
Species appearance: N/A
Powers: She can control, persuade, etc. someone with her voice.
Player Behind the Screen
Your name: Morgan.
Age: Seventeen.
How long have you been roleplaying?: Four years.
How did you find us?: Living In The Shadows.
Codeword:
Time to Show Off!
Roleplay sample:
Juliette Vyne glided up the spiral staircase, her dress swooshing behind her on the creaking, wooden steps. The tips of her slippers peeked in and out of view under the dark, midnight blue of her dress. She paused as she reached a arched door at the landing. Looking behind her, as if to make sure no one was following, she gently pushed the door open. A gust of wintry air rustled her skirts and she shivered violently.
She stepped inside the room and shut the thick door behind her. She looked out through the small rectangular windows and gazed down upon the large city below her. The afternoon sun sank behind the trees far in the distance and the air became even more frigid.
She lifted the thick cloak that was draped over her arm and slipped it on. The velvet engulfed her body and her shivering slightly subsided. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned against the cold bricks, letting a stray piece of hair free itself from her bun.. Laughter drifted up from a nearby couple, apparently just leaving her uncle's annual Winter Ball.
Juliette has only just escaped the forced smiles and the juicy yet terrible gossip that Madam Rosalie never failed to obtain. She despised being the niece of the great Lord Bennett. She groaned at just the thought of the man. He wasn't a unfair man, he merely was raised as an only child, spoiled and bratty. It wasn't his fault, but that gave him no excuse to treat her the way he did.
Her parents had passed away long ago and so she had moved in with her uncle. Her mother had died at Juliette’s birth and her father had gone to war and had never returned. Her younger sister adored the marvelous balls and the most fashionable dresses from Eatheston.
Juliette was the exact opposite. She wanted to live on a farm, far out into the country, where deer and wolves roamed and where the smells of tulips would fill one’s nostrils every morning. She wanted to cook her own food, hear the sausage pop and sizzle. She wished to go about her routine only in her undergarments and a robe.
She could feel her neck grow hot with the thought of only wearing her undergarments. She gave a short, angelic laugh that carried down to the elderly gentleman walking below. He looked up curiously and then shrugged, continuing his soft whistling.
White flakes of snow began to fall to the ground, a few of them catching on her eyelashes and hair. She unclasped her hair and let it fall in dark waves around her. She closed her eyes and smiled, finally relaxing after the constant nagging of her wretched uncle.
She was disturbed by the distant calls of her maid. She sighed and reluctantly stood, straightening her skirts. She took one last look over the city and then began her descent down the staircase.
Little did she know that that was the last time she would ever see her beloved city again.
She stepped inside the room and shut the thick door behind her. She looked out through the small rectangular windows and gazed down upon the large city below her. The afternoon sun sank behind the trees far in the distance and the air became even more frigid.
She lifted the thick cloak that was draped over her arm and slipped it on. The velvet engulfed her body and her shivering slightly subsided. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned against the cold bricks, letting a stray piece of hair free itself from her bun.. Laughter drifted up from a nearby couple, apparently just leaving her uncle's annual Winter Ball.
Juliette has only just escaped the forced smiles and the juicy yet terrible gossip that Madam Rosalie never failed to obtain. She despised being the niece of the great Lord Bennett. She groaned at just the thought of the man. He wasn't a unfair man, he merely was raised as an only child, spoiled and bratty. It wasn't his fault, but that gave him no excuse to treat her the way he did.
Her parents had passed away long ago and so she had moved in with her uncle. Her mother had died at Juliette’s birth and her father had gone to war and had never returned. Her younger sister adored the marvelous balls and the most fashionable dresses from Eatheston.
Juliette was the exact opposite. She wanted to live on a farm, far out into the country, where deer and wolves roamed and where the smells of tulips would fill one’s nostrils every morning. She wanted to cook her own food, hear the sausage pop and sizzle. She wished to go about her routine only in her undergarments and a robe.
She could feel her neck grow hot with the thought of only wearing her undergarments. She gave a short, angelic laugh that carried down to the elderly gentleman walking below. He looked up curiously and then shrugged, continuing his soft whistling.
White flakes of snow began to fall to the ground, a few of them catching on her eyelashes and hair. She unclasped her hair and let it fall in dark waves around her. She closed her eyes and smiled, finally relaxing after the constant nagging of her wretched uncle.
She was disturbed by the distant calls of her maid. She sighed and reluctantly stood, straightening her skirts. She took one last look over the city and then began her descent down the staircase.
Little did she know that that was the last time she would ever see her beloved city again.