Post by jensbury on May 26, 2009 16:01:21 GMT -4
EMI LOU REILLY
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HOPELESS TIME TO ROAM !
THE DISTANCE TO YOUR HOME !
FADES AWAY TO NOWHERE ![/center]
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
[/color]BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Em, Nem, Nemmy
SEX: female
AGE: seventeen
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
ETHNICITY: irish
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original[/color][/font][/ul]
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: often backcombed and left loose, her hair is tatty and a mess in all honesty. There will always be that random shade of colour passing through her hair that used to be fair haired, but now it can be found a dark brown shade with blonde tips! She loves to experiment with hair dyes and so her hair could be one colour one day and another the next.
EYES: coffee coloured brown, somewhat crystal like. Her eyes can become wider depending on the colour of eye makeup she wears. If she wears more natural colours such as browns and greens, her eyes set the mood of calmness and if her eyes are lighter shade, when in dim light, her eyes seem to be timid and angelic. But with bold, bright colours such as oranges and blues, Emi’s eyes stand out with passion and beauty. When she wears such daring colours, she gains much unnecessary attention from many people. This she dislikes as she likes to stay in the background as she loses control over her wondering mind and so often forgets of those she loves.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Emi’s height is 5ft 5inches, she believes this height is average and does not mind that she is that size as on rare occasions she can always wear high heels to gain the missing height. She is at the weight of 120lbs. At such a small weight, Emi has to be careful not to forget to eat. She frequently forgets whether or not she has eaten and this causes her to lose quite a lot of weight in a small process of time.
BODY TYPE: Emi has a really small figure, she used to get called ‘the fragile twig’ by her ex boyfriend because he believed that she was so delicate and breakable because of how skinny she is that one small impact and she would snap. She is so feeble and frankly, it is unbelievable how she has allowed herself to become this way.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Emi has many a scar found on her body from cutting herself, she still does this but is getting help for it as well. She has her ear pierced and used to have snake bites but whether they are still there after not using lip rings then that is a different story. The most dominant scar on her frail frame is the one allocated on her ankle, her first sign of depression and will always be left as a symbol. Emi also has rather BIG hair which lures attention from others, her “bird’s nest” can be seen from a far so some claim![/color][/font][/ul]
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color]BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
- rain
- dreaming
- ribena
- quiet areas
- singing
- sleeping
- reading
- music
- taking a trip to the city
- cooking (mainly making pancakes and cookies)
DISLIKES:
- cold
- liars
- annoying people
- bossy people
- fires
- nightmares
- pain
STRENGTHS:
- creative
- helpful
- manners
- honesty
- inspiring
WEAKNESSES:
- shy
- loses concentration easily.
- secretive at times
- classed as a nutcase
- talks to self
- clumsy
- silly
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- bites nails
- bites bottom lip when nervous
- has to sleep on the right side of the bed
- can’t have a mirror in her room
- has to clap to save the fairies if someone blesses her after she sneezes
- can’t cross someone on the stairs
- has to have more than one calendar in her room.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
sensitive in all honesty, Emi is quite the sensitive soul. One small insult and she will doubt herself so quickly that it will never seize to amaze you. Some say that she is over sensitive in the sense and needs to learn how to control her feelings more, but this is something she will never be able to overcome. She is just too weak to do so, and most definitely will anyone be able to walk all over her in one flash.
sensible there comes a time when Emi has to be sensible and independent in order to live! Although this flaw is very rare, when she needs to be, Emi is sensible as sensible can be.
tease when Emi is drunk, she comes across as the biggest tease around. She tends to flirt a lot when she has one too many and this can lead to many a one nightstand. In which she is not proud of at all.
gullible my word is this girl gullible, she will believe anything that is said. Being a great follower of gossip magazines and so on, she will easily be fooled by the crap that is exposed inside such things. Another part to her gullible side is that she is quite innocent (at least when not drunk) but being too credulous, she can often lose her innocence so fast that you won’t even be able to blink!
clumsy Emi is an extremely clumsy girl, always falling over her own feet or walking in doors…you name it she has done it! She is that clumsy that you can always find a bump, bruise, cut, it all on her fragile frame! She seriously needs to watch where she is going, she could be heading for deep trouble soon enough…
musical Emi is an amazingly talented musician, she can sing, play the guitar and compose music. Her dreams consist of being successful in this business and so she will try her best – she does not won’t to fail.
confused she is quickly confused in any situation and so people take pleasure out of seeing her pause, blink and “er…?” for half an hour until she clicks. Basically, she is pretty slow.
intelligence she has some intelligence, but not as good as others. She can read, write, compose and so on, but she does not know much about the world and how she should act all the time.
loner classed as a loner, this is actually the only insult she shrugs off. She is so used to being the one that wonders off into the night just to think on stuff.
determined when Emi begins things, she doesn’t always finish them. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try![/color][/font][/ul]
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
James Reilly, Forty-Five, Unemployed, Alive
SIBLINGS: Sally Reilly, Twenty, Unemployed, Unsure
OTHER FAMILY: Simon & Reeya, Thirty-One, Nurse & Musician, Alive
PETS: none.
OVERALL HISTORY: Born in the cold autumn of 1991 in Longford, Ireland (her hometown), a newborn baby girl opened her gorgeous set of brown eyes to stare up into the sky and watch a rainbow of colours, also known as leaves, fall to the ground. This baby was named Emi and was chosen by her parents in the hope that this particular name would bring hope and good luck to their youngest daughter. Little be known to them that this name had a hidden meaning to it. Emi, originated from Emma, means ‘blessing’ something that Emi was never classed as whilst she grew up.
As she grew up, her family moved to the countryside and soon she lived in a strict catholic household in the middle of fields and fields (surrounding her lone family cottage), she was taught never to have sex before marriage and to be a good catholic and respect her parents as it was the rule of their Lord. Her parents took her to church every Sunday and Saturday evening, in which gradually disheartened Emi as years passed by. She went to a public school, something that she did not expect as her sister, Sally was sent to a boarding school and only came home for the holidays. Her parents believed that because Emi was the youngest, and there baby, then they would not send her away because it was their child and they want to protect her.
Emi’s father, James, began to be aggressive as she reached the age of 15. Her mother, Megan, coward away and allowed her husband to harm her and her daughter. Emi had to get out of there, and soon. On the night that her older sister returned from boarding school for the Christmas holidays, Emi informed her sister of the beatings in which her father inflicted on her and her mother. Sally just shrugged that fact off and told her father that Emi was causing trouble. As a result of this, she was severely beaten that night, he sister standing smug in the doorway whilst her mother wept on the ground beside Emi’s still body.
She was rushed to hospital, suspected brain damage and trauma. There she was assessed further; she was in a coma for at least two days before anything was said about how she was put into hospital. Her father and sister lied about it, her mother being pushed behind the pair as to not spill the beans upon the truth.
When she awoke, her father grasped her around the throat and told her the story that he had informed the police. Shaking vigorously, she acknowledged this and nodded sheepishly. Her father keeping a close eye on her from outside of the room as Emi was interviewed by an officer. There she told the truth about everything. Her father was sent down and her sister was taken into a specialist school where she was helped through the stage she was going through.
She was left with her mother who was scared for her life still. Her mother fell down a depressive stage as did she. Harming herself, like she still does now, and drinking constantly. Her mother was found dead on the bathroom floor, pills in her palm with her wrist slit open. “An act of depression and psychotics” her councillor told her as she was assigned to a hospital. She was kept on a hospital ward, where in the middle of the night she escaped out the window. Climbing down a drain pipe and landing on the ground of freedom. Fleeing from the scene she so desperately never wanted to be in.
She fled to the nearest bus station where she caught the bus up to Dublin. She was taken in by a female nurse that fed, clothed and educated her. The nurse’s boyfriend had been a runaway himself and so decided against calling Emi into the police. Instead he taught her how to play the guitar once he learnt that she was a great singer. The nurse, called Reeya, and her boyfriend, called Simon, cared for Emi so much so she called them her parents.
She was led to believe that she could trust them and on the day of Reeya’s and Simon’s engagement they wanted her out. This pained Emi dearly and so she ran away for the second time in her life. Having no place in mind of what direction or path she would take, she just allowed her feet to hit the ground. Simon’s old guitar on her shoulder and a couple of pictures of them together. No trail; nowhere to go; no life.
So it seemed anyway.
And here she is now, a runaway living anywhere she can. Hoping that no one learns the truth to her history. Just look ahead, Emi she tells herself every now and again…[/color][/font][/ul]
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The best idiot you will ever know. he playfully commented, his childlike tone progressing into a more sweeter sound, somewhat soft to the ears. Kris tried to grin idiotically, but failed as his emotions took over everything he tried to do. He was trying to enlighten the mood slightly as he had been the one to cause the tension that was trying to arise within the atmosphere in which they shared. The quivering had not yet stopped and so as a distraction from himself and his thoughts, Kris began bouncing his free leg (being the one that Kate was not latched onto in this current situation in which he now sat in.)
Grasping onto his bouncing leg with such force that it surprised him slightly, Kris attempted to calm down his nerves. Digging his nails into his thigh to carry on trying to stop the motivation of his leg, Kris learnt that he was actually causing a small wound to form on his flesh. Owie… he whispered, tone emphasising the pain that he felt. Well at least he had achieved his goal of stopping his leg from bouncing, even if it were a strange and retarded way of doing it. Rubbing the now sore self inflicted injury, Kris felt the guilt rush over him. A twisting sensation rippled deep within him, nerves to an extreme level and those ever returning butterflies swooping around his stomach as he noticed Kate’s grip loosen just a tiny bit. As soon as Kate’s grip loosened completely, Kris gulped quietly to himself. ….AAA?
Biting on his thumbnail, a habit that was not of the norm to him, Kris tried to think of an innocent enough name for the small gem that he felt proud of. Due to the fact that his head was clogged up with the guilt of probably giving Kate the wrong impression, no name for the small gem came to mind. …D-d-do …er…you want to er….name it with me? he stammered his question. I …can’t think of any pretty names. he admitted, his tone weak and quite quiet.
I was thinking…something to do with the colour, and something that is quite innocent…so to speak. he added, voice keeping to the delicate tone. His nerves were now talking the Michael, as some would say. The guilt still showing on his beautiful features. Why was he so nervous? Kate was going along with the randomness. She was not judging him…was she? So why did he need to worry? He came to the decision that he worried too much. It was just naming a gem, nothing more and nothing less…
Taking the precious stone in his clammy palms after having it passed to him with the essence of care attached, Kris stared down at the small object and kept his gaze remained on it. The blush shading into a blood raged red, Kris blurted out an unexpected name, trying to distract the beauty he called his girlfriend from talking about his weakened state. Fred!
Well embarrassment was easier to deal with than guilt so he thought. For now anyways…
His eyes shot wide open; It's always me, isn't it? Gee...lame!
