Post by Emma on Feb 4, 2008 21:55:55 GMT -5
Preliminary Paper Work _+
Online Name _+
Lindsay
C-Box Name _+
Linds
Age _+
15
RPer Level _+
Intermediate - Advanced
emma harper &&
Full Name &&
Emma Lee Harper
Nickname &&
Emma
Age &&
17
Species &&
Human
In the Mirror . . . Appearance &&
Emma is quite a lovely young lady. She is seventeen years old, is 5'4" tall, and weighs 112 lbs. She is not overly skinny, but has a lovely hour-glass shape to her, with beautiful curves and female parts that can make a few other females envious. She wasborn blessed, that was for sure. She had deep hazel eyes, that seem to flicker from brown to green and all colors in between as the days go by. Her hair is a nice brown-sugar color, and is moderately curvy, but has very little static to it unless it is humid, where-as her curls really show up. Her face is a delicate one, with a lovely little nose one would expectr a child to have, rounded cheeks, but prominant cheek-bones. Her face isn't angled all that much, though, giving it a round-ish shape.
Emma usually wears jeans that are cut off at her calves, exposing her athletic leg just a little bit. If she could, she would wear tie-up heels all the time, but since that isn't very safe she wears white ankle-socks and some comfortable sneakers. Her shirts range in color, but are usually made in the same design. They are mostly alter-tops, or spaghetti-strap shirts that hug her body tightly and show off her lovely figure.
She is based off the famed actress Natalie Portman. You might recognize her from 'V For Vendetta', a completely perfect movie in every way possible.
What I Hold Within . . . Personality &&
Emma isn't the shy type at all, though her soft composure might hint towards that. She is more than willing to give her opinion on what you are doing, or are about to do- and she can be quite a bit hypocritical at times. She would love to talk anyone's ears off who will listen to her, but it is only made bearable by her adorable English accent. Sometimes she babbles on and on, to the point where all her words are just jumbled together and nobody can understand, or follow along, but she'd continue until someone either slaps her unconcious or litterally closes her mouth for her.
Other than her love of talking, she is a very loveable girl. She is very hugable, and loves more than anything to snuggle. She also loves to run, and has an unstoppable energy about her. Some might think she has some sort of disorder, but she is just a really happy person- a true optimist. Life, and the world around her could be shaken and put all upside down, but she'd find a way to smile and bring out the sunshine for another day.
She has a great fear of insects. She has no place in her heart for anything with it's spine on the outside of it's body, or with little buggy eyes, or dusty wings, or tiny little legs. It disgusts her beyond comparison to any other things that disgust her. If someone even mentions the word 'bug' or 'insect' or anything similar, she'd clap her hands over her ears and sing to herself until whoever is talking shuts his -or her's- mouth.
Tip: include likes and dislikes
What I Left Behind . . . History &&
Emma was born a tiny baby girl, at 6 pounds, 4 ounces. She was born to a lovely little family in London, England. Her father was a soldier in the army, he was a young one and was still in training. His name was Louis James Harper. He was married to an adorable, young brunette woman who was barely nineteen years old at the time. Her name was Marie Rosette Kingdon, but was changed to Harper when she got married to Louis. They lived together in a small army-given barrack for two years before Louis was transferred to another part of the country.
There Marie pretty much raised Emma all on her own, with Louis running around with his training and all. He was sent on a few expeditions, but nothing too majour. Emma was sent to a very good school, since her education was payed for by the government completely. She grew up very happily, blossoming from a beautiful baby girl to an adorable child, and finally to the lovely young woman that she is now. At the age of sixteen and a half she was forced to move away from all of her friends, and family (save her mother and father), to a tiny little town that she hadn't heard of ever before, and cared nothing for.
She hated the place, but she made friends very quickly. Who doesn't love a girl with an English accent? Everything was starting to get back in place, the way she liked it, when something very strange happened. When 'Time' broke, her father went missing. Her mother went insane with the loss, and took out all of her fear and rage on Emma. Fearing for herself, the poor girl ran off into the streets- which wasn't the safest place in the world at that time. At this moment she is sleeping on a park bench- on the good nights. One night it was raining, and she slept inside the part of the bank that the ATM machine is located. She went home breifly, but the doors were locked, and nobody seemed to be home.
RP Example &&
The rain drizzled quietly outside, but it wasn't audible at all in the little enrty-way of the bank. This was where the ATM machine was located, but very few people came at this time at night. It was probably past midnight, but Emma had lost track of time. She was very much afraid of everything outside once it was dark, especially with the changes that had happened. Nobody had explained anything to her. She was completel lost, completely clueless, in this world that was broken in half by two demonic scientists. For all she knew, it was the end of the world. It was the end of the world, and they were all being punished for decades, and decades of sins.
She wasn't the religious type, and believed life should be led by whims and by fun. Live life like you are dying, and that sure seemed like what was happening now-days. All she wanted to do, though, was sleep in a bed again. She was staring out the window at this point, watching the designs the ran made on the ground as it pitter-pattered away. She really was tired of this floor, and it's dirt, and the cold that somehow managed to creep up from under the crack in the door. She was tired of the drunkards, coming in to get enough money to paty their cab-driver when they finally got home. She was tired of all the people- all the people and their stares. They stared at her all the time, wondering what the hell she was doing. Why wasn't she home?
She would even be willing to go home to her crazy, lunatic mother- with her sobbing and her tantrums. Emma had seen her mother rip handfuls of her own hair out... rip the hair right out of her scalp. Something had happened to her- but she was no longer the mother to Emma. Emma was willing, though, just to get a few hours of sleep, and some food that she hadn't found in the garbage. A few people had been nice enough to give her a sandwich, or take her to a fast-food place and order her a few burgers to get her though the next day or so. She was tired of this. People and their pity; people and their stares.
Emma shivered and closed her eyes again, thinking she could try again for a few hours of sleep. She hugged herself, nearly frozen cold with only her short-pants and her spaghetti-strap shirt.
She'd thought of going with her friends, but their parents didn't understand- and they were all facing similar problems. Some of the girls had gone missing, or turned up dead somewhere. She sniffed and opened her eyes again. Sleeping was no use- everything was just a bad memory. Her eyes welled up a little. When was it going to end? She just wanted it to end. She just wanted a bed with a warm blanket and clean clothes. She just wanted--- And then she was fast asleep, all huddled up in the corner of the bank.