Post by Emerie Prince on Sept 24, 2009 15:00:01 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : E-girl ^w^
Age : 13 years baby ~
Experience : Loads.
Characters : Bill, Skye, & Kwon
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : Emerie Christian Prince
Age : 14
D.O.B : December 5th
Playby : Jac Vanek
Occupation/Grade : Freshman
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li]Emerie doesn't consider herself much in terms of looks. In her opinion, her nose turns down at the end, much like the beak of a bird of prey. Her eyes are dark brown, and often hidden by bucket loads of eyeliner and shadow. This may be an attempt at covering up the bags under her eyes that betray her lack of sleep. Naturally, Emerie's hair is blond. The shade depends on the season. In the winter months, when she's holed up inside for gym, her hair is honey blond. In the summer months, when she actually does see sunlight, it turns platinum blond, nearly white.[/li][li]Looks can be deceiving. Emerie's petite - standing no taller than four feet, eight inches - but don't be fooled. She's tough from all the climbing she's done. She's got what you would call an athletic build. She's not bone thin, but she's not even moderately heavy. She has just enough meat to give her some curves. One word that describes Emerie very well is "pale". There are days when she looks white as a ghost. She's never been "tan," even though she used to spend plenty of time out in the sunlight. This has earned her the title of "albino." Also, if you look closely at her arms, you can see the faint pink and purple marks from bruises and burns.[/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : writing, listening to music, exploring, climbing, arguing, being proven right, personal space
Dislikes : her parents, her aunt, people who try too hard to get her to like them, kids her own age, authority figures, control freaks, the "list" and anyone on it
Habbits : snapping at others, hiding behind her hair, setting her jaw, grinding her teeth, heavy use of sarcasm
Flaws : opinionated, snappish, low self-esteem
Pet Peeves : Those who act like a stereotypical popular, players, the little white dot of spit some people get on their lips when they speak
Strengths : working by herself, musical abilities, making use of her creativity
Weaknesses : getting along well with others, controlling her temper, making friends, accepting criticism
[/li][li]HEADSTRONG - Emerie is a very will-driven person. She does things because she wants to, not because someone else wants her to. Likewise, if someone tries to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, she will fight them tooth and nail. This has gotten her into trouble on countless occasions.
STUBBORN - This goes hand in hand with being headstrong. Even if she is wrong when stating what she thinks is a fact, she will not believe the correct answer until it is proven more than once. She refuses to change her mind, even under constant torment.
SARCASTIC - Emerie and sarcasm are two peas in a pod. She has a very sarcastic sense of humor, and often has to explain to others that she is only joking when she says something sarcastically. She makes no attempt to sugarcoat her sarcasm. If she is genuinely bored and someone asks her if she's excited, she won't whoop to cheer them up. She'll whoop in a lifeless voice to drive her point across.
WITHDRAWN - Emerie is reluctant to warm to others. She has taught herself to be accustomed to seclusion, and even enjoys it. She feels more free to be herself when she doesn't have to be afraid of what her "friends" might think. She doesn't need friends to lift her up, nor drag her down. She is happy being by herself.[/size][/blockquote]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
[/center][/li][li]Emerie was born in Liverpool, England. That was where she grew up, under a near-constant cover of clouds. Her first few years passed by as little more than a blur. Her parents were always gone, working in the dockyard near a mile away. They left Emerie older children that lived on the block. These children weren't well-mannered, as all of them had lived through poor upbringing. Every day, Emerie's ears were pierced by constant swears and foul-mouthing. The children were absolute angels around her parents, however. That was why they could never figure out how Emerie's first word could have been so vile.
As soon as she was old enough to walk, her babysitters took her out in the alleyways. It was a good thing Emerie wasn't claustrophobic, as the streets and back roads were closed in by thick walls of brick. As she grew, the her older friends went off to college. Though she grew up in a poor neighborhood, there was no shortage of children. Nevertheless, Emerie didn't enjoy conversing with kids her own age. It was older, or nothing. Most of he kids at that time were either in their cradle, or Emerie's age. With no one to talk to, she began exploring the docks.
Her parents caught her once when she was nine. She had been up in the rigging of one ship, swinging around. They had appeared out of nowhere, red-faced and scowling. Emerie had known she was in trouble as soon as she saw them, but she refused to come down. Her father had to climb up and grab her, nearly dislodging both of them in the process. Once they were back at the house, Emerie got a very firm lecture about venturing out onto the docks all by oneself. They said that she shouldn't be climbing on boats that didn't belong to her. Needless to say, Emerie heard none of this. She simply stared at her father as he continued to turn into a tomato, biting back laughter.
From that point on, her antics on the dock were done beneath her parents' radar. She was careful to avoid them at all costs, though this helped to increase the distance between them. They were speaking less and less at dinner, and her parents were beginning to worry. Though they were somewhat detached from their daughter, they had noticed that she didn't have any friends. They were considering moving into a more densely populated area, but could not afford to. They were waiting, biding their time and saving their money. Then, when Emerie turned 14, she decided she'd had enough.
She knew she had an aunt over in the States, whom her parents didn't keep much contact with. Just a card sent to Emerie on each birthday. Emerie began to get the idea that her aunt who lived overseas loved her more than her parents did. They didn't even remember her birthday until the card came in the mail. So she packed her bags and waited until her mother received a phone call. While Mrs. Prince was trying to have her conversation, Emerie crept up and asked her if it was okay for Em to go live with her aunt. Distracted as she was, this was lost on Mrs. Prince. She waved her hand and Emerie and said, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Taking that as an obvious sign that her parents didn't want her anymore, she nicked her mother's credit card and her own passport, then boarded the first plane headed for America.
Upon ringing her aunt's doorbell, she was accepted with open arms. That first night, it truly did seem that Jez loved Emerie like the daughter she never had. Then the next day came, and Em found out why her parents didn't keep in contact with Jez. Emerie woke up to loud crashing noises. Confused, she walked downstairs to find her aunt throwing pots and pans around the kitchen. Medical fact : Jez was bipolar. To avoid being killed by her raging relative, Emerie flew back upstairs and curled into a ball on her bed. After Jez's fit had ceased, she came back downstairs to ask her aunt to register her for school. [/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
Victor James Prince, 47, docking and loading ships
Kira Noelle Prince, 46, docking and loading ships
Jessibelle Marie Prince, 44, waitress at the local diner
Henry, beagle
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
"Write, my own? I don't do my own work."
Yet another reminder of why Emerie didn't like Jayden. She hated the way Jayden treated her, as though she would just do whatever she said when Jayden batter her lashes or smiled at her. Jayden twirled a strand of Emerie's white blond hair as she spoke. Upon finishing, she flashed her a perfect smile. Emerie was fighting the sudden, strong urge to puke. At least laughing on the inside gave her something to do. It was better than sitting by herself and watching other people have fun. Or was it? However, Jayden's words pissed her off more than she let on. Emerie wanted to snap at her that should get used to it. Jayden wanted the type of girl who would be hanging on to her every word, and no doubt write the whole thing for her. Emerie was definitely not going to give her that. Instead, she raised a hand to her mouth in hopes that she could pass of the inevitable scoff as a cough. Not that she cared if Jayden saw right through her. There was nothing she could do, Emerie couldn't be broken. So many people had already tried.
"Fine. Do you have them with you, I want to finish this d**n thing as soon as possible."
Foulmouthing was something Emerie had grown accustomed to. She would never utter such strong words herself, because she thought it was immature, and people only cursed when they wanted to sound like they were cool, or important. To her, they only sounded like idiots. But she was so used to it, she hardly noticed anymore. Instead, the demanding look Jayden gave her along with her harsh words sparked a flare of anger from Emerie. She wanted to smack this girl across the face. However, she did have the notes. And it was a step up for Jayden to be doing her own essay at all. Emerie pulled her notes from her folder, separating the packet on Archaebacteria. She tossed them over to her clique leader, boredom etched across her face. "There you go. If the words are too big for you, let me know. I'll clarify." There was a hidden insult to her words, and Jayden would probably notice. That was what Emerie hoped for, anyway.
Something about the look on the other girl's face, and the way Jayden gave Emerie's hair a little tug before letting it go, told Emerie that Jayden thought Emerie's behavior toward her was out of jealousy. Hardly. Why should she be envious of a girl who had no real friends and dedicated her life to trying to make others as miserable as she was? It was pathetic. Emerie almost verbalized this thought, just as an effort to wipe that smug look of of Jayden's face, but she decided it would be best to keep silent. Jayden would figure it out for herself, eventually, that Emerie didn't give a care how she lived her life. Instead, she propped her elbow up on her desk to rest her neck. She had been sitting up straight even since first period, and it was beginning to grow tiresome. Jayden looked equally bored, if not more. She heard a tired groan escape the girl's lips as her eyes began scanning Emerie's notes for useful information.
"Excuse me? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Her ploy had worked, Emerie had definitely struck a nerve. Jayden's eyes bored into Emerie's, daring her to make some snappy remark next. Better not disappoint, Emerie thought dryly. Although, she couldn't do much to help the smug grin that was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her expression was carefully guarded when Emerie spoke next. Fighting her grin back took every ounce of self control Emerie had. "Oh, so you do care what others think about you and your study habits?" she said, feigning total shock. "You know, if you don't want to look stupid, it might help to do your own work every once in a while." Emerie thought then that now would be a good time to let Jayden know where she stood. Giving Jayden a moment to digest what she had just said, Emerie then continued. "By the way, cut the glaring crap. It's not intimidating at all. Honestly, it makes me want to laugh my head off."
Yet another reminder of why Emerie didn't like Jayden. She hated the way Jayden treated her, as though she would just do whatever she said when Jayden batter her lashes or smiled at her. Jayden twirled a strand of Emerie's white blond hair as she spoke. Upon finishing, she flashed her a perfect smile. Emerie was fighting the sudden, strong urge to puke. At least laughing on the inside gave her something to do. It was better than sitting by herself and watching other people have fun. Or was it? However, Jayden's words pissed her off more than she let on. Emerie wanted to snap at her that should get used to it. Jayden wanted the type of girl who would be hanging on to her every word, and no doubt write the whole thing for her. Emerie was definitely not going to give her that. Instead, she raised a hand to her mouth in hopes that she could pass of the inevitable scoff as a cough. Not that she cared if Jayden saw right through her. There was nothing she could do, Emerie couldn't be broken. So many people had already tried.
"Fine. Do you have them with you, I want to finish this d**n thing as soon as possible."
Foulmouthing was something Emerie had grown accustomed to. She would never utter such strong words herself, because she thought it was immature, and people only cursed when they wanted to sound like they were cool, or important. To her, they only sounded like idiots. But she was so used to it, she hardly noticed anymore. Instead, the demanding look Jayden gave her along with her harsh words sparked a flare of anger from Emerie. She wanted to smack this girl across the face. However, she did have the notes. And it was a step up for Jayden to be doing her own essay at all. Emerie pulled her notes from her folder, separating the packet on Archaebacteria. She tossed them over to her clique leader, boredom etched across her face. "There you go. If the words are too big for you, let me know. I'll clarify." There was a hidden insult to her words, and Jayden would probably notice. That was what Emerie hoped for, anyway.
Something about the look on the other girl's face, and the way Jayden gave Emerie's hair a little tug before letting it go, told Emerie that Jayden thought Emerie's behavior toward her was out of jealousy. Hardly. Why should she be envious of a girl who had no real friends and dedicated her life to trying to make others as miserable as she was? It was pathetic. Emerie almost verbalized this thought, just as an effort to wipe that smug look of of Jayden's face, but she decided it would be best to keep silent. Jayden would figure it out for herself, eventually, that Emerie didn't give a care how she lived her life. Instead, she propped her elbow up on her desk to rest her neck. She had been sitting up straight even since first period, and it was beginning to grow tiresome. Jayden looked equally bored, if not more. She heard a tired groan escape the girl's lips as her eyes began scanning Emerie's notes for useful information.
"Excuse me? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Her ploy had worked, Emerie had definitely struck a nerve. Jayden's eyes bored into Emerie's, daring her to make some snappy remark next. Better not disappoint, Emerie thought dryly. Although, she couldn't do much to help the smug grin that was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her expression was carefully guarded when Emerie spoke next. Fighting her grin back took every ounce of self control Emerie had. "Oh, so you do care what others think about you and your study habits?" she said, feigning total shock. "You know, if you don't want to look stupid, it might help to do your own work every once in a while." Emerie thought then that now would be a good time to let Jayden know where she stood. Giving Jayden a moment to digest what she had just said, Emerie then continued. "By the way, cut the glaring crap. It's not intimidating at all. Honestly, it makes me want to laugh my head off."
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
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