Post by emma echolls on Jul 16, 2009 16:29:10 GMT -6
» EMMA CORIANNA ECHOLLS
»The Basics
----what we're all made of----
----what we're all made of----
full name: emma corianna echolls.
nickname: em.
birthday: 09/29/1991.
age: seventeen.
sexual orientation: straight.
grade: junior.
originally from: america.
personifies: red » reckless.
»The Appearance
----what's on the outside----
----what's on the outside----
play by: darla baker.
appearance:
This girl looks nothing like her personality might suggest. Wide blue-green eyes are the focal point of her face. They seem to enunciate the innocent air that she has about her person. Her nose is average in size and length, and fits her face fine. Mouth usually curved into a half smile, with a touch of mischievousness. Her lips are naturally plump, and she rarely wears lipstick, preferring to use clear gloss, or mint flavored balm. To the sides of her lips she has deep, pronounced dimples, that add to her innocent looking face. Makeup various from day to day for her eyes. Sometimes she likes dark and dramatic eyeliner, other days she wears nearly no makeup, save for a touch of brown mascara. She naturally has good skin, in thanks to her mother's genes. Long brown hair that falls past her shoulders in natural waves tops off her head. She wears her hair usually in a ponytail or some other form of an updo. Leaving it down is her one vanity, however. It makes her feel so much more confident, albeit it's very difficult to tame, seeing as it's so very long and wavy.
Her body is naturally fairly lithe, she lacks a large chest, something she didn't inherit from her mother, but has decent curves. None of them are overly pronounced, but she does have a feminine look to her. Her height, one thing she loathes about herself, is exactly five feet tall and three fourths of oan inch. Usually she wears heels and wedges to add a few more inches, but she is still very short. Clothes she wears vary as much as her makeup. Sometimes wearing nearly nothing, like short shorts and a cropped tank, sometimes wearing long jeans and boots with a turtleneck, she has no signature style, instead, she dabbles in various fashion trends, never stopping on one to call her own.
»The Personality
----what's on the inside----
----what's on the inside----
loves: obscure indie music, chocolate, cats, quoting shakespeare, being spontaneous, her dad, writing, cigarettes.
hates: white chocolate, horror movies, liars, red nail polish, alarm clocks, snow, cigarettes. (love-hate sort of deal)
personality:
While she does personify recklessness, that one emotion does not consume her entire person. She has many other traits, despite her tenancy to do things without thought, most of them ending with bad consequence. For starters, as a student, Emma is mostly interested in literature classes. She is quite involved with the reading, mostly because she thinks of the story, and deals with it on an emotional level. Good writing affects her easily, this might have to do with the volatile nature of the emotion that she personifies, or that she is an exceptionally astute individual. She pays attention to details, not usually remembering most of them, but at the moment, they appear useful. The general idea, however, usually she misses the point. For example, during sports, she pays great attention to the individual roles of baseball players, but has no earthly idea what they do as a whole. Some people might call this unintelligent, which would be an error on their part. But the real reason why she doesn't see things as a whole (and why she sees her actions as one thing in the present, not thinking about what her actions could do in the future) is because she's so incredibly focused on minute details, that the general idea merely escapes her.
Another thing that is curious about this girl is that she doesn't believe completely in correct reason. People have made many mistakes, she figures. It's human nature not to be completely correct at times. Thus she figures that relying on feelings, instead of reason, makes the most sense. The girl spends an inordinate amount of time thinking about serious things, such as the complexity of human relationships, never coming to any conclusion other than that they are so wavering because people aren't ever completely solid. She has come to realize that if you were to rely on a person so completely, then you would be an incredibly unsteady person. Because each has their own strength, and when that strength is tested, some people might hold up, but most of the time, they will bend. She likes to trust people, but relying on them, that's a different story. Herself, she thinks that she can sort of rely on herself. Emma is oddly self aware. Oddly, because she realizes that she isn't completely stable, and often sways to the will of her impulses and does things without thinking. While she recognizes this, she does nothing to stop it.
Emma is always late. If she decides to show up at all. This is just another trait of the lovely girl. She enjoys being around people, but only nice people. If someone is rude to her, she'll be incredibly rude right back-- no thought to consequence. She doesn't like meeting new people, mostly because she can never think of the right words to use when greeting someone. Conversation flows naturally out of her when she has a specific topic to talk about, but she has trouble conversing with strangers. Em is easily sidetracked, and has a quite short attention span. She likes focusing on details, as explained earlier, but this is because she only focuses on individual details for so long, then moves on to another detail. While her attention span is short, she doesn't mind repeating things that she enjoys. Such as music, if she likes a particular song, she will listen to it on repeat until she gets sick of it. Her impulsive nature doesn't affect her self worth. She understands that her actions and their consequences are her own fault, and she doesn't mind. This is because she thinks that it's smarter to rely on emotions rather than feelings.
»The History
----the past affects your future----
----the past affects your future----
father: patrick echolls.
mother: martha ashton-emerson.
siblings: half siblings: amberlee emerson. *three years old.
history:
Martha Ashton never wanted to have a baby. Especially a baby with the 'trashy' Patrick Echolls. But he was oh-so-charming, with rugged good looks, and she just couldn't stay away from him. Oh, he wasn't her boyfriend. She was sure to be sure that he knew this. But they did have various flings, ones she knew her mother (the high society woman, of good taste and class) would not approve of. Martha herself was much like her mother. A perfectly mannered demeanor, with looks to match. She aimed to be the epitome of class. With Patrick, she was something else. Something more raw, something with more passion. Her reasons behind her relationship with the man at age nineteen was probably late rebellion. She never could materialize what actual thought was put behind herself lowering to the viewpoint of someone of the oh-so-horrid lower middle class. Patrick, on the other hand, was very much in love with Martha. While she never loved him, or so she claimed, he was constantly thinking about her. And when she became accidentally pregnant by him (not finding out for several months that she was indeed pregnant), he convinced her to keep the baby. He tried to convince her to marry him, but of course, she would never do that-- since her mother threatened to disown her. Having never worked a day in her life, Martha decided to leave town, have the baby, and give it up for adoption. That way she could return to her comfortable life without recourse for her actions. But when the time came to have the baby, a few weeks before it was due, Martha told Patrick of her decision of adoption. He, of course, vehemently disproved of her decision. In a moment of complete and utter weakness and anger, she impulsively told him that he would have to take the baby, since he so obviously didn't want his child to be adopted. And so he did.
Emma grew up with only her father, Patrick. Martha had told Patrick never to try to see her again, that being said, she did visit from time to time, mostly out of curiousity, to see her child. Emma wasn't told whom Martha was, but over time, the resemblance between the two of them was nearly unmistakable. When Em asked Patrick if Martha was her mother, he, of course, told her the truth. When five year old Em confronted her mother, Martha grew frightened. She was nearly twenty four, and dating a very nice, very well mannered duke from England. A duke, she repeatedly told Patrick. So she didn't need her perfect relationship speckled with the dirt of her past. Em overheard this, and took this to mean that her mother thought that she was the dirt. Heartbroken, Emma refused to see Martha from that day forward. Her father, once a very impulsive bassist that never seemed to be able to stick to one band for longer than half a year, was jobless. And he had only been sticking around in New York because of Martha. But now that Martha had shown her true colours (he had been a bit blind to the obvious before), he had no reson to stay. From then on, Emma and Patrick wandered from place to place, staying for no particular amount of time. First Boston, Mass. Then a taste of Maine, then New Hampshire. Getting sick of the east coast, they traveled to Oregon, then to Chicago. She was homeschooled, but her father, for first grade through third. But that by no means make her sheltered. She was outgoing, and met many other children everywhere she went. The short time span that she stayed in each place gave her a false sense of anonymity. For some reason, she felt that she could do whatever she wanted, because her father and her would be leaving again anyways. And so they did, until Patrick managed to get a steady job in Chicago. They stayed there for far too long, in Emma's opinion. She was twelve, and in sixth grade at the time. When Patrick was fired (for use of marijuana during work hours), he decided that America was overrated, and moved the small family to Europe. Martha was more than happy to lend him the money for the move, glad to get the 'dirt' away, so she could spend more time romancing the Duke, who was planning on becoming part of the embassy of England in the United States.
The pair did well in Europe, mostly living in the larger cities of well known countries. During a long stay in London, Em managed to adopt a very convincing English accent. She really did love London, and tried to convince her father to remain. She went to school, and made friends. She was rather creative with telling them about her past. Lying, to be quite honest, about her mother. Sure, she lived in NYC. But she was married to a Duke. And actually, Em was the secret daughter of that Duke. Or so she told her classmates. As for her schooling, she got sub par grades, and got busted for smoking (luckily on cigarettes several times. The only class in which she excelled in was Literature. Patrick figured that the reason why she was doing so poorly was the location, and that Emma probably had the same case of wanderlust that he had. Thus he moved them again. To a large city in Russia, Moscow. Emma hated the change. For once, she had actually liked a place where she had moved to. But now, since Patrick was playing the parent card, and moving them again, she grew angry with him. She acted out more, and began to do even more crazy things. Such as stealing a boat and crashing it into a wall (luckily she didn't get caught), getting pregnant and miscarrying, starting to smoke weed again, and many other things.
Martha had married the duke after their years of dating. The wedding was a very fancy affair. Mum sent a letter to her daughter and ex lover to their grungy apartment in Moscow. It contained many large, emotionless words, and nothing that Em cared to read again. She burned the letter, and in her thoughtlessness and anger, burned part of their apartment as well. Needless to say, they were evicted. On the streets, Patrick with no job, Emma with only sophomore year of school under her belt. They moved in with Patrick's girlfriend at the time, who was seven years older than Emma herself. She was an aspiring model, living in a decent condo in a decent part of town. Her career seemed to be taking off fairly well, for saying that the industry was hardly prevalent in that part of Europe. Anyways, everything was going fairly well, for saying that Em had managed to get herself a summer job, as did Patrick. He had found out that he had a knack for setting up audio in studio and live performances for bands. And he could also handle a video camera very well. So he was doing a part time gig of taping bands play, and a full time gig of setting up and taking down their equipment before and after the shows. The model's career was shortlived, and she kicked the two out. But by then, they both had managed to make enough money to afford a similar place just down the street from where they had been living before. Then Emma got the letter from a 'Bolstov Academy.' Patrick nearly forced her to accept it, since the school seemed like a good idea for a person like her. He didn't quite understand about her 'inner emotion' and all that, but thought that a prestigious-seeming academy would do well for his daughter. Not really wanting to leave her dad alone, she wavered on not attending. Then fate happened. Patrick was transferred to another small city, Derbent, Russia. Because of this transfer, the girl impulsively accepted the invitation to the school, and awaits the start of her junior year.
»The Person Behind the Screen
----the person who runs the show----
----the person who runs the show----
name/alias: squirrelle.
age: sixteen.
anything else? nothing, thanks. (:
»The Sample
----show us your skills----
----show us your skills----
sample:
I KEEP MY OWN SECRETSFour months, sixteen days. Every single one of those days was in her stomach. Unfortunately. However odd that sounded, it was what it seemed to Maxielle. Hers and Sean's child was growing-- quite fast. And sooner of later, people would know for sure. That would be bad. Already, people had asked. She was forced to make up some excuse about gaining weight. Her lithe frame couldn't successfully hide this, not anymore at least. At least everyone that she cared to know wasn't in her life anymore. That was a relief. No Megan, asking questions. (Maxie would lie, either way.) No Sean, and she had the plus of not having to lie to Megan anymore about their relationship. No teachers, no school. All she had to do was go to work. She could pass for twenty, maybe even older than that with the right makeup. She still wore James's ring-- though not for sentimental reasons. It fended off awkward stares, and stranger's prying questions.
Now she was returning to Hogwarts. Her work with the cure was taking off well. People thought her a good worker. They came to her with questions, though she had only worked there for three months. Now she was headed to Hogwarts, a twisted version of school. She was here with several members of the actual cure ministry, no longer trainees, to evaluate the teachers. To make sure none of them were sympathetic to the ministry cause. Some of them were good friends with her, mostly the men. For some reason, the other female trainees didn't like her. Not that Maxie was rude to them, no, not all all. Matt was one of those workers that she had become friendly with after he had transferred from one of the other ministry jobs in the atra opus. And that was whom she was walking into the Hogs Head with, her arm linked in his. He knew about her 'condition,' he was the only one who had a confirmed story from her. He only knew that she was, in fact, pregnant, he didn't know who the dad was. Nor did she care to tell him. They were friends, and he was one of the guys that didn't try to hit on her at every chance.
The Hog's head was a good choice of places, since she figured that even if any of the students had come down here-- they wouldn't be headed to the hog's head. But that thought was proved wrong-- horribly wrong-- when she saw none other than Sean sitting at one of the tables. What was she supposed to do? Her hand automatically went to her stomach, then she glanced wide eyed at Matt. "I need to leave." But it only came out mumbled, and that was the moment when she saw Sean's glance rove over to her. Obviously he had recognized her voice. Hand dropped to her side, she squared her shoulders. Oh, lying came easily to her. He wouldn't notice anything different about her, and she would merely say a few words to him. She owed him that, at least. No, not an explanation. But a few words of greeting. "I'll see you and the others back at the inn." Matt looked confused, but he turned and left, blue eyes quizzical.
Maxielle wandered over to the counter and ordered a butterbeer. No alcohol. Not for another four months and fifteen days at least. She then headed lethargically in the direction of her ex lover. What would she say to him. Surely she had no explanation for her departure. As for the 'other thing,' Maxie was fairly certain he wouldn't notice. Boys weren't very good at noticing small changes, or medium changes for that matter. Her outfit was a short empire waisted dress that fell to the lower part of her thigh. It was perfect for drawing attention away from her um, bump, and towards her legs. And she did have amazing legs. Seating herself at the table slowly, she offered a smile. "Hey stranger... long time, no see."