Post by emelie on Jun 21, 2009 5:34:33 GMT -5
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Turtle or Hare: Turtle
Half Empty or Full: Empty
Truth or Lies: Truth
Day or Night: Night
Bright or Bland: Bright
Always or Never: Always
Love or War: Love
Black or White: Black
Personality and Traits
Good-
-excellent driver
-knowledgeable
-kind
-likes to laugh
-artistic
-independent
-rather wealthy
-understanding
Bad-
-Paranoid
-distant
-can be bitter
-suffer in silence kind of girl
-has blonde moments
-can be considered desperate
-Hypocrite
-Doesn't like violence
History-
Emelie was born into a family of three-Jay and Vivian, and their eldest daughter Olivia. Emelie was their second child, yes. She was also the most unique. Jay was a werecat, where as Vivian was human. Olivia had been born human, while Emelie was also a Werecat. Jay was pleased, but soon involved himself in his work as head businessman. Vivian was a nurse, and often was more fond to Olivia, rather than Emelie. Emelie did not like this, but soon realized that her father had taken her to his liking. They stayed in Seattle until Emelie was ten, then they moved to an Island about an hour away. Camano Island. Jay had picked the place for Emelie was becoming more and more different, and his shared genes made him...questionable in such a large city. When Emelie was 16, she was left at home when her mother took Olivia to New York. Jay had to go separately, to wrap up his business merger. To Emelie's great misfortune, she soon learned that her family had been in the planes that had crashed into the World Trade Center on September 11. Emelie, shocked retreated mentally inside herself, becoming paranoid and sheltered. She quit school and took a job at her favorite place- an old auto shop. She learned quickly, and is local there. She keeps to herself, and hasn't moved since.
Sample
[going to a bar]
It was the most ridiculous idea that Emelie had ever gotten into her stupid head. People were at bars. People who would wish to ask you questions. Never the less, Emelie got into her car and drove to the nearest bar.
It was early in the evening still, and when Emelie looked around the parking lot, there wasn't many other cars to accompany her own. She looked at her reflection in the window of her car, taking in what she looked like. She hadn't changed at all, and she had looked at herself over a dozen times at home as well.
Emelie was curvacious, but not heavy. Her hair was a beautiful sunny gold, and it fell to the bottom of shoulder blades. Thick bangs covered her icy blue eyes, but concealing the irises that would be chiseled away into slits. Her lips were full and pink, her face heart shaped. When she smiled, her sharply pointed canines showed. Emelie practiced her smile again and again, trying each time to hide her sharp white teeth. She wore a thin white cami, covered by a black jean jacket. She wore tight jeans, and to make her legs look great she wore heels...tasteful ones. I look and feel ready. So I should stop being paranoid. Emelie turned around quickly, only to slip and fall against her car-making a loud thump. She quickly got her balance back, blew her bangs and straightened them with her fingers, before trying the same motion to go into the bar. This time, she made it.
A rather handsome man opened the door for her when she reached it, and he smiled at her welcomingly. Emelie put up her guard, but nodded a thank you and walked in. "Do you trip, often?" His rusty voice asked. He was following her. She walked gracefully to the bar and sat down. She knew the answer, she was saying it over and over in her head: No. I just don't wear heels. I'm actually quite graceful...I walk on fences for God's sake.. She stayed quiet though, waiting for the bartender to serve her.
The man sat down next to her as the bartender reached her. "What can I get you?" Emelie had never drank much, so she thought a moment. "Martini, please." The man chuckled. "I'll have a scotch. Both are on me." The bartender laughed and walked away. "Comin' right up."
"So, are you going to follow me all night or do I get your name?" Emelie was out to have fun, so she would talk to this man. She smiled when she caught him shift on his stool and smirk. "Jayson. Yours?" Emelie recognized the name...she had probably worked on his car sometime ago.. "Emelie. Nice to meet you." They shook hands awkwardly. Their drinks arrived, and Emelie sipped her drink with both hands slowly...seductively. She felt his eyes on her the whole time, and it began to bother Emelie. What was he thinking? Was he actually convincing himself that he could get her in bed? Was he imagining her naked? Emelie sat down her drink...he had already finished his glass of scotch. "So." Emelie muttered. "I should be going." Emelie began to feel uncomfortable, and didn't want to have this guy on her tail so much longer. "What? You just arrived!" Jayson exclaimed, laughing. "Exactly." Emelie smiled and downed the last of her Martini, then got up from her stool and pulled out a few bills in her pocket. She set them on the table, then headed for the door. "You are the craziest woman, I have seen today." He laughed, following her. "At least I'm not the craziest in your life." Emelie muttered grimly. "True." Jayson laughed, opening the door. "At least come back...tomorrow night...ten o' clock?" His smile was charming, and Emelie found herself smiling. "We'll see." She answered, turning swiftly and walking gracefully back to her car. She giggled when she slammed her car door shut. She sat a moment, thinking. Tomorrow, maybe she would go back. She started the ignition and gripped the steering wheel. Tomorrow, she would go back. She pressed the gas and began to pull out of the parking lot. She would go back at ten o' clock. Ten o' clock.
OOC
OOC Name: Emelie (Em, Emmie)
Contacts: PM me...
Name: Emelie Hart
Date of Birth.: September 1, 1985
Gender: XX
Occupation: Car Mechanic/Collector
Birthplace: Seattle, WA
Date of Birth.: September 1, 1985
Gender: XX
Occupation: Car Mechanic/Collector
Birthplace: Seattle, WA
Turtle or Hare: Turtle
Half Empty or Full: Empty
Truth or Lies: Truth
Day or Night: Night
Bright or Bland: Bright
Always or Never: Always
Love or War: Love
Black or White: Black
Personality and Traits
Good-
-excellent driver
-knowledgeable
-kind
-likes to laugh
-artistic
-independent
-rather wealthy
-understanding
-Paranoid
-distant
-can be bitter
-suffer in silence kind of girl
-has blonde moments
-can be considered desperate
-Hypocrite
-Doesn't like violence
History-
Emelie was born into a family of three-Jay and Vivian, and their eldest daughter Olivia. Emelie was their second child, yes. She was also the most unique. Jay was a werecat, where as Vivian was human. Olivia had been born human, while Emelie was also a Werecat. Jay was pleased, but soon involved himself in his work as head businessman. Vivian was a nurse, and often was more fond to Olivia, rather than Emelie. Emelie did not like this, but soon realized that her father had taken her to his liking. They stayed in Seattle until Emelie was ten, then they moved to an Island about an hour away. Camano Island. Jay had picked the place for Emelie was becoming more and more different, and his shared genes made him...questionable in such a large city. When Emelie was 16, she was left at home when her mother took Olivia to New York. Jay had to go separately, to wrap up his business merger. To Emelie's great misfortune, she soon learned that her family had been in the planes that had crashed into the World Trade Center on September 11. Emelie, shocked retreated mentally inside herself, becoming paranoid and sheltered. She quit school and took a job at her favorite place- an old auto shop. She learned quickly, and is local there. She keeps to herself, and hasn't moved since.
[going to a bar]
It was the most ridiculous idea that Emelie had ever gotten into her stupid head. People were at bars. People who would wish to ask you questions. Never the less, Emelie got into her car and drove to the nearest bar.
It was early in the evening still, and when Emelie looked around the parking lot, there wasn't many other cars to accompany her own. She looked at her reflection in the window of her car, taking in what she looked like. She hadn't changed at all, and she had looked at herself over a dozen times at home as well.
Emelie was curvacious, but not heavy. Her hair was a beautiful sunny gold, and it fell to the bottom of shoulder blades. Thick bangs covered her icy blue eyes, but concealing the irises that would be chiseled away into slits. Her lips were full and pink, her face heart shaped. When she smiled, her sharply pointed canines showed. Emelie practiced her smile again and again, trying each time to hide her sharp white teeth. She wore a thin white cami, covered by a black jean jacket. She wore tight jeans, and to make her legs look great she wore heels...tasteful ones. I look and feel ready. So I should stop being paranoid. Emelie turned around quickly, only to slip and fall against her car-making a loud thump. She quickly got her balance back, blew her bangs and straightened them with her fingers, before trying the same motion to go into the bar. This time, she made it.
A rather handsome man opened the door for her when she reached it, and he smiled at her welcomingly. Emelie put up her guard, but nodded a thank you and walked in. "Do you trip, often?" His rusty voice asked. He was following her. She walked gracefully to the bar and sat down. She knew the answer, she was saying it over and over in her head: No. I just don't wear heels. I'm actually quite graceful...I walk on fences for God's sake.. She stayed quiet though, waiting for the bartender to serve her.
The man sat down next to her as the bartender reached her. "What can I get you?" Emelie had never drank much, so she thought a moment. "Martini, please." The man chuckled. "I'll have a scotch. Both are on me." The bartender laughed and walked away. "Comin' right up."
"So, are you going to follow me all night or do I get your name?" Emelie was out to have fun, so she would talk to this man. She smiled when she caught him shift on his stool and smirk. "Jayson. Yours?" Emelie recognized the name...she had probably worked on his car sometime ago.. "Emelie. Nice to meet you." They shook hands awkwardly. Their drinks arrived, and Emelie sipped her drink with both hands slowly...seductively. She felt his eyes on her the whole time, and it began to bother Emelie. What was he thinking? Was he actually convincing himself that he could get her in bed? Was he imagining her naked? Emelie sat down her drink...he had already finished his glass of scotch. "So." Emelie muttered. "I should be going." Emelie began to feel uncomfortable, and didn't want to have this guy on her tail so much longer. "What? You just arrived!" Jayson exclaimed, laughing. "Exactly." Emelie smiled and downed the last of her Martini, then got up from her stool and pulled out a few bills in her pocket. She set them on the table, then headed for the door. "You are the craziest woman, I have seen today." He laughed, following her. "At least I'm not the craziest in your life." Emelie muttered grimly. "True." Jayson laughed, opening the door. "At least come back...tomorrow night...ten o' clock?" His smile was charming, and Emelie found herself smiling. "We'll see." She answered, turning swiftly and walking gracefully back to her car. She giggled when she slammed her car door shut. She sat a moment, thinking. Tomorrow, maybe she would go back. She started the ignition and gripped the steering wheel. Tomorrow, she would go back. She pressed the gas and began to pull out of the parking lot. She would go back at ten o' clock. Ten o' clock.
OOC
OOC Name: Emelie (Em, Emmie)
Contacts: PM me...