Post by Emelia White on Nov 20, 2011 19:41:12 GMT -5
Emelia Jane White
FULL NAME Emelia Jane White
NICKNAMES Emmy, Em, Lia, Mia
BIRTHDATE June 2nd
BIRTHPLACE Paris, France
AGE Forever 16 (Really 26)
HOUSE Slytherin
BLOOD KIND Tainted Pureblood (Vampire)
POSITION DESIRED Seeker
FACE CLAIM Breatrice Martin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original
HAIR & EYES Her hair is layered, just past her shoulders and dirty blonde, her eyes are a golden brown color
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'7, 129 lbs
WHAT DO THEY NORMALLY WEAR Em isn't picky on what she wears, normally, what ever she picks up first in the morning is fine, and what she first picks up in the morning is most likely something a little bit too showy, hence the fact her mother would murder her is she saw her.
LIKES Singing
Reading
Silence
Long Conversations
Kids
Flying
Blood (Not her fault.)
DISLIKES Rude people
Bullies
Being left hanging
Pushovers
Discrimination
STRENGHTS Potions
DADA
Remembering Faces
Her Strength
WEAKNESS Bitterness
Children
A Cute Face
Friends
BOGGART Becoming the out of control monster she was when she first opened her eyes to her new, second life.
MIRROR OF ERISED To see her parents again, and tell her dad he was right and that she never should have left home.
PATRONUS what animal is your patronus, and why?((Not everyone has to have one & keep in mind not all D.E. have one)
PERSONALITY It’s just her... all on her lonesome self. Sure I could say her parents were around, but that would be a lie! They’re too busy doing international business to bother with their daughter. She has been taking care of herself ever since she outgrew babysitters... So it’s been a while.
She's isn’t your typical spoiled rich kid. She’s thankful for what she has and doesn’t show it off. She does it out of spite for her parents. If they saw how she dressed *Shudders* her mom would have a heart attack. Not to mention the tattoos! She’s got them all over her arms and upper body. Yeah, her dad would murder her in an instant. She’s also very bitter about family, and never wants to bring a child into the world she grew up in. Basically, she takes every precaution so she doesn’t have kids.
She loves them though, kids I mean. For someone not wanting to have them, she does like to be around them. She’s the type of girl you looks at and say “Wow... She was born to be a mom” Unfortunately Emelia doesn’t plan on it. Her parents ruined the miracle of life for her. As for the things that set her off? Guys who treat her like a delicate flower. She’s blonde, not stupid. She can protect herself and all the guys who try to protect her from the wind? They end up getting kicked and beat down just for Emelia to prove how tough she really is.
Basically she is the girl who had everything she wanted, but didn’t waste it. She was also the girl who put guys in their place if they stepped out of line with her.
PARENTS & OTHER FAMILY
WAND (Ex: Oak, 13 inch, unicorn hair core)
BROOM
OTHER POSSESSIONS OR OTHER THINGS YOU WISH TO NOTE
HISTORY Emmy didn't have the ideal childhood. Some would look at her family, her room, her money and say "Wow. What a spoiled brat." But nobody looked at her face. The pain in her eyes, the youth slipping away from her. She never had her parents around to realize they loved her. Growing up, she knew she wanted to get away from the hell hole that was the city, and by the time she aged 16, that's just what she did. She had been homeschooled as a witch, but she wanted to get out there, live life at a school, but Beaubatons didn't cut it.
Basically Emelia begged her parents to let her live on her own, and they agreed. “It builds Character.” her mother said. So they bought her a small house in a miserable, rainy town called Maitland in England. This annoyed Emelia, because she was born and raised in France. Now they were shipping her off to England? It didn’t bode well with her. But it was either that, or stay in an unwelcome home... She picked the later.
Emmy grew up speaking both English and French. Not all of her tutors were French, so the English came in handy. She also picked up things from her nannies... like her gift to play the piano. She had been called a child prodigy by many, but very few knew how Em felt about her talents. She thought they were too good to be true, like a gift she didn’t ask for. She also composed music, wrote lyrics, and sang. It was her things and she never told her parents about it. Basically when Emelia turned sixteen she asked for the place of her own, her dad gave it to her. She’d been in Maitland for about half a Summer before the attack happened.
Who knew, that a couple of vampires, would be out walking at the exact same time Emmy was making her usual rounds for exercise? When they attacked her, it was horrible. A horrible scene. Others were lucky to not be around at the time. Several teeth sunk into her neck, and she screamed like no tommorrow, it was was such a surprise no one heard her. Actually, she's not sure if someone did, because she was a bit too preocupied with the pain to care.
When she woke up, she was stark naked, her jogging clothes in a torn pile next to her, and her own blood was spread everywhere where she lay on the sidewalk, and on some strange impulse, she wanted to lick it up, to drink her own clear blood. Over time and lots of practice, she learned to control that impulse, and eventually, she ended up going to Hogwarts, just like she wanted.
RP SAMPLE.
It wasn't everyday Emmy stumbled upon a guy of... Well, of this one's standards. Most of them were just jerks after your virginity or a look at the forbidden zone. That's not how it worked with Em, because she saw a seriously cute guy... She melted, but her gaurd slid up, oh did it ever. Especially when they gave her that smile, all the cute guys had the same smile. Flirty but serious. And did it ever get on Emelia's nerves, she wanted to trust and flirt with at least one guy around here, but when your best friend tripped up with a football player, it was hard to ever think of any of the other Sports Team members as serious flirt targets.
And then that smile came upon this one's face and she let out a small sigh, hoping the Senior could hear the disappointment spread in it. Boy's all played the same damn game, and she was sick of it. The Senior had about a 1 ml of a chance getting to know her. What a fat chance that was, but it was still better than the usual; Nothing, and then he went and ruined it. With that famous "Boy Next Door" Smile. "Yeah. Boy next door my ass. More like, Pervert Next Door." She scoffed under her breath with a shake of her head. This was like a sudden flash forward in time, a look at what Senior year would be like. So all the boys would still be pervs intent on getting in your pants? Well, that was one to tell her parents.
Emmy's eyes flew straight up to his face as he chuckled, and she did everything not to blush more. She was wearing a tank top, which flashed off her many tattoos. She hadn't cried during any of them. And with that same determination, she'd break this boy's arm if he tried anything.
"Beautiful? I look beautiful with these?" Her hand flew up to trace the tattoos down both of her arms. Most people just found them intimidating, and the boy had caught her off guard. Her face softened to look like actually flesh instead of the hard stone set it usually held. She didn't even cringe away in disgust from his arm, like she would of if she actually had the wits right now, instead, her brain cranked in thought before she came to the conclusion, it was the typical Perv-Next-Door flirting. She had to admit, he was hot, but not enough so she would loose her brains for too long, no, nobody was that hot.
"I don't have a boyfriend," She said, hesitantly, before twirling her basketball on her finger, just remembering it there. "But I have a girlfriend. Though, I was just walking to my team mate's room to get in a little basketball practice." That would throw him off, sure he'd think she was lesbian, but that wasn't something she really cared about. She was bisexual, so it didn't make much of a difference anyway, though, it was such a waist to just, throw a Senior boy like this out of the way. Still, it wasn't much of a lie, because she did have a girlfriend, it just depended on how you looked at it. "And what is a boy like you doing? I'd expect you to be off, drooling over Amelia Decioa." Her lip edged up into a smirk.
And then that smile came upon this one's face and she let out a small sigh, hoping the Senior could hear the disappointment spread in it. Boy's all played the same damn game, and she was sick of it. The Senior had about a 1 ml of a chance getting to know her. What a fat chance that was, but it was still better than the usual; Nothing, and then he went and ruined it. With that famous "Boy Next Door" Smile. "Yeah. Boy next door my ass. More like, Pervert Next Door." She scoffed under her breath with a shake of her head. This was like a sudden flash forward in time, a look at what Senior year would be like. So all the boys would still be pervs intent on getting in your pants? Well, that was one to tell her parents.
Emmy's eyes flew straight up to his face as he chuckled, and she did everything not to blush more. She was wearing a tank top, which flashed off her many tattoos. She hadn't cried during any of them. And with that same determination, she'd break this boy's arm if he tried anything.
"Beautiful? I look beautiful with these?" Her hand flew up to trace the tattoos down both of her arms. Most people just found them intimidating, and the boy had caught her off guard. Her face softened to look like actually flesh instead of the hard stone set it usually held. She didn't even cringe away in disgust from his arm, like she would of if she actually had the wits right now, instead, her brain cranked in thought before she came to the conclusion, it was the typical Perv-Next-Door flirting. She had to admit, he was hot, but not enough so she would loose her brains for too long, no, nobody was that hot.
"I don't have a boyfriend," She said, hesitantly, before twirling her basketball on her finger, just remembering it there. "But I have a girlfriend. Though, I was just walking to my team mate's room to get in a little basketball practice." That would throw him off, sure he'd think she was lesbian, but that wasn't something she really cared about. She was bisexual, so it didn't make much of a difference anyway, though, it was such a waist to just, throw a Senior boy like this out of the way. Still, it wasn't much of a lie, because she did have a girlfriend, it just depended on how you looked at it. "And what is a boy like you doing? I'd expect you to be off, drooling over Amelia Decioa." Her lip edged up into a smirk.
