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Full Name: Emmeline Rachelle Raimey
Nickname: Emme, Em
Age: 17
Date of Birth: October 12
Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: greenish brown
Full Description:She has a heart-shaped face with a rather small nose. Her cheek bones stand out a bit, making her eyes seem deep-set in her face. Emme will weigh somewhere between excessively skinny to overweight depending on her recurring mood for the period of turns. If she's in a depressive spiral she'll reach her peak. Otherwise, she may not eat for days at a time. Emme looks surprisingly innocent. Just looking at her, you would have no idea what goes on inside her head. She's rather petite, although she can pack a punch if she tries.

Contrary to her family's desires, she has both her ears pierced, where she likes to have excessively large hoop earrings and her nose pierced. The nose usually houses a stud that could almost be called subtle, simply because she grew up in a place where nose piercings got you arrested just for existing. She also has a tattoo that almost no one knows about, on her right hip, shaped like a heart. There's no real meaning behind it, but it means a lot to her anyway.


[d e e p e r]
Ability: She heavily influences the weather, and her emotions can change weather patterns on a whim. She has a particular affinity for wind and lightning, but on occasion, rain or snow (depending on the season) will follow her in her depression.
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Characteristics: To be completely frank, Emmeline Raimey is one of the most annoying people you will probably ever meet. She will keep talking right through her own funeral, which, by the way, she's already planned. More often than not, she's busy being loud and obnoxious rather than doing things like homework. It's not that she means to be loud; she just is. When people tell her she's yelling, she'll just smile at them and say something about projecting her voice or remind them that she's an actor in her free time.

Despite her outgoing habits, she has a very low self-esteem. She's acutely aware of how many people dislike her eccentricities. She uses self-deprecation as a form of stand-up comedy for friends and enemies alike, earning herself the title of both class clown and village idiot. She rationalizes it as boosting other people's self-esteem. In the process, she grinds herself into the ground and fully believes what she says about herself.

Emmeline can be ridiculously intelligent when she actually bothers to think. As a kid, she was always getting awards and praise for her intelligence, much to the chagrin of some of her friends. If she actually opened up her textbook to see what she was supposed to be doing with he numbers, she would have perfect scores on algebra exams. She just has no faith in her own intelligence.

Emme's a bit on the angry side. There are times when she'll just explode, and even she doesn't understand why. She writes it off as the standard teenage angst she hates herself for but makes no effort to rationalize her anger of the mail coming late or a friend not answering the phone immediately when she calls.

Emmeline is constantly in need of affection and attention, although she'll never admit it. When she first meets someone, she'll immediately cling to them for all she's worth. She can't stand being alone for longer than moments at a time, and it bothers her if someone leaves. As soon as she gets someone's phone number for any reason, even if it's like a school project or something, she'll start calling them whenever she's alone or bored.

Emme spends a large portion of her time watching herself live. It's like she's floating in a tiny, isolated corner of her brain, directing the play of her life. She feels safer that way than if she were actually living it. That's one of the reason she hates doing things like driving which require her to come back into a focused being rather than the drifting she's so fond of.

One of the major reasons for Emme's outgoing behaviour is her complete inability to sit still or focus for more than a few minutes at a time. Despite her intelligence, she never got very good grades in school simply because she got distracted by everything in sight. If she could sit still without wriggling in her seat or playing with something on her desk or chewing on her pencil, she might focus a little bit better, but she has no intention of stopping her constant activity.

Emme never likes to complain about anything. Both physical and mental pain are internalized and hidden from the world. Although she feels lesser physical pain than others, she does feel some. She doesn't complain about it, though, and it annoys her to no end when other people complain about being in pain. This is especially true if she knows she's suffering from a worse ailment and she's not complaining. In the same way, she'll never tell anyone about her emotional pain.

Emme's convinced that the world would be better off without her. Thus, she has a desire to die which she is consistently pushing down. The only reason she never tried to kill herself was because of the vow she made to a friend when she was small that she would never hurt herself. She figured that it was the only promise that really mattered, so it was the only one she'd better damned keep.

She's always aware of what she's doing and what she ought to be doing. If there's something she shouldn't do, she won't do it. It goes back to the promise, but she has a self-control that would surprise a recovered alcoholic working as a bartender. Even if she has a severe compulsion to kill herself or someone else or to shoot up ten milliliters of LSD just to see if it's as good of a high as they always said, she won't do it.

Emmeline has one intense and irrational fear. Well, she has several intense and irrational fears. But one is more irrational than the rest. She's terrified of any kind of psychological or psychiatric intervention. If anyone suggests she see a therapist, she'll fly at them in one of her odd and fleeting rages. The only reason she would tolerate one would be if someone she loved managed to convince her that it was her idea to go see one.

One of Emmeline's peculiar quirks is that she never cries. She cried when she was small, but she just stopped crying. She hasn't cried in years, but it doesn't strike her as being odd in the least. She's irritated by people who cry constantly, because she no longer sees the necessity of tears.

People like to describe her as different. What they mean is that she's a complete nonconformist. Not in a rebellious way where she wants to make people angry so much as she just doesn't want to fit into the social norms and expectations because she thinks they're ridiculous.

If Emmeline doesn't think something will violate her promise and it's in any way dangerous, she'll do it. If it will cause pain without ruining the promise, she'll do it. As a result, she chews on her cuticles and lips and goes on roller coasters even though she's afraid of heights. Just because she needs to do it. The pain is calming, and the fear is what she deserves.

Whenever she's not doing anything, and usually when she is as well, Emmeline is bored. She's constantly waiting to do something fun and exciting, and when she is, she's bored with it. Her overly developed sense of boredom has never been tamed, and so she's always seeking more fun entertainment.

Emmeline is really a small child inside. She loves to refer to herself in third person and call her parents Mommy and Daddy and beg for the puppy she'll never get. She also tends to see things in black and white, in extremes. If she hates you, it's passionately. If she loves you, it's passionately. There's no in between, except with Aeron, who she loves and hates both passionately at once.

Not really a compulsive liar, Emmeline is known to tell the truth. When it suits her, that is. She's apt to neglect details that she deems irrelevant or need to know. She won't lie to you outright unless she's hiding something very important, or someone else's secret. Her friends and even her enemies can pretty much depend on her to cover their asses if need be. That includes lying for them if it's necessary.

Although she's the life of most of the parties, she can seem like a cold-hearted person if a person doesn't know her well enough to realize that just because she doesn't show extreme emotion to his statements doesn't mean she isn't listening.

Emmeline will never talk about herself if she can help it. It gives people a chance to find her weaknesses, and she's afraid they won't like her anymore. If that happens, they'll leave her, and she'll have to do something drastic to bring them back. She doesn't like having to do anything drastic, so she'd rather not talk about herself and start the chain reaction. If she feels like she has to say something about herself or bad things will happen, she'll instead talk about Aeron, who is an extension of herself, so it seems to work alright.

[d a e m o n]
Name:Aeron
Form:melanistic (Black) Jaguar
Description: Aeron is a jaguar with a severe case of melanism, to the point where the spots he may genetically have are obscured by the massive amounts of pigment beneath his fur. His yellow-grey eyes have a calm effect to them even when he's snarling angrily and showing off his sharp teeth from his large snout. The size of his paws give a clue that perhaps he's still growing some, which would astound those who haven't encountered many big cats before and thusly don't realize that he is, in fact, not the largest of the bunch by any stretch of the imagination.

Aeron is loyal to a fault, to the point that he has no reservations about hurting the daemons of those who hurt Emme. He would hurt the people, but the cat has a bit more respect for the conventions of society than Emmeline does, and as such he doesn't want to touch other people. Those people wouldn't be worth touching, anyway. He's rather quiet, more obviously brooding than Emmeline, but he's more affectionate to her than one would expect. Being a jaguar, he can seem rather scary when he's angry but relatively darling when he's in a good mood, and it could be called nothing less than amusing when he's in the mood to act like a kitten.


[f i n i s h i n g;t o u c h e s]
History:Contrary to the typical dramatic childhood, Emmeline's parents were the picture of normality. They got married around five years before they chose to have a baby. Emmeline was planned so much that Richard and Amelia moved into a larger house outside the city in order to prepare for her birth—before they knew for sure that Amelia was pregnant.

Emmeline was born six weeks early, her first attack on their beautiful plans for a prefect life. It was raining pretty heavily at the time, but nobody really noticed that, even after it was suddenly quite sunny as the child emerged from the womb. She never had the patience to do anything or be anywhere for very long at a time, and that particular tight space wasn't particularly comfortable for her. So she tried to be born three months early. Good thing for her, her family lived in a big city, with one of the greatest medical centers in the country. They managed to delay the inevitable for a month and a half before she was deemed healthy enough that she could pop out and live.

The doctors swore up and down that she would be autistic or have learning disabilities or all kinds of other problems because she was born early. Of course, none of these would be true, with the exception of what might be a mild, undiagnosed case of ADHD.

She went home relatively unscathed, except for the removal of the blond hair she was born with. It would grow back eventually anyway. She spent her first few months suffering from sleep apnea, but otherwise completely normal. Other than occasional high fevers (accompanied by excruciating heat waves) and other childhood ailments, she was a fairly healthy child.

At the ripe old age of two, Emme found her life changing in new and academic ways. She taught herself to read, to the surprise of her mother and every employee at the bookstore. She started doing basic arithmetic, simply because she was bored. And she found herself compelled to attend school. Amelia was an obliging parent to her daughter, and enrolled her in a local preschool.

On her first day at this preschool, she was sitting and playing with some of the blocks that were in the classroom (she'd never been one for dolls) when she saw another child in tears. She turned to the teachers who were talking amongst themselves and generally ignoring the kids. She said probably the most astute thing she would ever say. “Aren't you going to comfort that child?” The teachers themselves were quite shocked to hear such a little girl notice and care about the other children enough to attempt to assure their happiness. As soon as they could, one left the room and called Amelia to describe the incident. Amelia was, although impressed by her daughter's sensitivity, not surprised to hear something of that nature.

The next major, life-changing event for Emmeline was when she was almost four. Ryan was born. She hated him in the way that only elder siblings can. The passionate, protective hatred that coursed through her body created an internal conflict for her entire life. She wanted him to be a sister. She also wanted him to die. Which was probably why he was nearly blown away several times in a high wind.

Kindergarten was so much like preschool that it's hardly worth mentioning for Emmeline except for a few small details. It introduced Emme to the biased public school system. The system where the wealthy have power and the smart are doted upon. Her teacher recommended her to skip ahead to second grade. Her parents put a stop to it, but she wanted to try. It was the first time they hadn't given her what she wanted, and she remembered it.

For most of her elementary school carrier, through the end of fourth grade, Emme was treated like the golden child by everyone. She was the most brilliant, the sweetest, the most endearing child they'd ever taught, and she picked up concepts so quickly that it didn't matter if she was twitching through the lessons.

Then she hit fifth grade and moved to a new school. That was where things started to get ugly. The kids at her new school weren't exactly fond of the smart kid from the rich school (even though she wasn't particularly rich), and they took to using her as a scapegoat for anything and everything that happened. She would come home with bruises from where they had tackled her into lockers or stood on her toes. That was the first time she spiraled into depression.

Towards the end of sixth grade, and just after her twelfth birthday, she began to realize. She didn't want to be pushed around and submissive anymore. So she stopped being the sheep the expected her to be. She started biting back.

For the next year or so, she was as happy as she'd ever been, and she made friends who were actual friends, versus the acquaintances she'd clung to and been betrayed by in the past. She started doing worse in school, though, as it required more focus from her than she was able to give.

Emmeline eventually made it to high school, with her grades not exactly in the toilet, but teetering on the seat. Somehow, she managed to get into a special science program at her school, and off she went. She made some new friends and started to spend all of her time with them. Literally all of her time. If they weren't physically together, they were text messaging each other or talking on the internet. She isolated herself from everyone else but those three.

If her grades were bad before, they we awful then. She was scoring low c's on assignments she had already done. Her self-esteem plummeted to record lows even for her, and even though she was convinced she was happy, her depression came back full-force. Her parents weren't particularly happy about it, but they let it go, because there wasn't much talking her out of it. It was rather like a cult, and as most ex-cult members will tell you, there's no getting someone out if they don't want to go.

All this faux happiness came to a sudden, harsh end one day in September. Her sophomore year was one of the hardest she'd yet lived, for many reasons. The first was that the ringleader of her little clique cast her out as a “nagging, complaining, hypocritical attention wh*re”. Her depression amped up by about a hundred. She didn't let anyone in enough to realize she was like that, and she spent most of her free time unconsciously attempting to consume her cuticles and hit them with lightning outside the school.

The second thing that happened was reuniting with some old friends. Rebecka and Michael had been good to her for so long, and she realized it when they stood by her when her so-called “friends” ditched her. She started to come out of her trance, and promptly fell head over heels for Rebecka, probably the straightest girl Emme had ever known.

The three of them were close as can be, but in a healthy way. They knew when to give each other space, and they never did anything to hurt one another intentionally. It was the purist form of love, in Emme's opinion.

Everything between them started to change when Rebecka and Michael started dating. It broke Emme's heart, but she would never tell them that. She gave them the go ahead to date not once, but twice. The first time was little more than a fling, and nothing came of it. The second time, Rebecka got seriously attached, and Emmeline started to suffer. She felt like she was losing her friends, and in a way, she was. She had fallen out of love with Rebecka as she watched Rebecka sink so low as to be completely spineless over Michael.

Somehow, Emme turned around and started to slip into the pit of lust all over again, but for Michael this time. It broke her heart to watch him so sad. He loved Rebecka, but she was driving him insane with her obsessing. So Emmeline started taking him on get-away days, where they would do things like sit in her room and watch television or go out to dinner. They were like dates, but they weren't dating.

Around that time, she got back one of the three who had hurt her so badly, and they clung to each other in a support system no one else could quite comprehend, unless they'd escaped from the Scientologists or something similar. Shelby became the older sister Emme had never had, and they needed each other. Shelby made Emme swear that she would never do anything to hurt herself, like doing drugs or having sex or cutting. It was the one promise that Emme intended to keep forever.

It didn't seem that unusual when Michael was over at Emmeline's house one evening and he kissed her. She certainly wanted it, and it wasn't like they didn't joke about touching each other or having sex. It didn't really hit either of them till they'd done the deed exactly what they'd done. It didn't hit them what the consequences would be until Emme's parents walked in on them sthingying naked. Oops. And it had seemed so sunny until them.

Needless to say, there wasn't much more of Michael in Emme's life. She missed him dearly, but that didn't matter to her parents, who were focused on living their picturesque life. Her losing her virginity at 16 just didn't fit into that mold.

She spent her summer missing her best friends, because there was no more Michael, and when Rebecka'd asked why, Emme's parents had promptly told her. So Rebecka was really mad at Emme, and Michael was lost to her except in letters. There was nothing her parents could do to stop contact altogether, but they did stop them from seeing each other.

It was driving her crazy, and she started acting out. First it was little things like leaving the milk her mother made her drink on the table to let it rot, or dumping it in the plants where it would smell. Then it moved to bigger things like duct taping her door shut so that no one could get in to her room. All the while, inexplicable storms raged throughout the area that no weather man could ever explain.

One day, she finally snapped. She had come out for a piece of toast, and Ryan, darling child, had decided that it would be a good time to go tell her all about his latest fossils. Emme hated hearing all about his fossils, and she lost control. She started beating his head against the wall of their upstairs hallway, getting in a good three whacks before she got control over her hands.

She realized quickly that her parents were in the process of running up the stairs, and ran into her room, slamming the door. Then, she jumped out of her window. It was only the second story, and she simply fell to the ground, breaking an arm and an ankle in the process. Of course, the whole cushion of wind may have helped a wee bit.

When her parents found her writhing on the ground, muttering something about not meaning it, they modified their 911 call from one person to two, and took a deep breath. She could be punished after she was healed. She obviously wasn't lucid. She was also sparking, having absorbed all the static in the room.

The first thing they did when she was lucid and lying in a bed in the emergency room was to start yelling at her loudly, obnoxiously, and cruelly. They were so horrible to her that the staff had to ask them politely to leave her room, which is what they called the bed with a curtain around it.

As soon as she got out, they informed her tersely that she had given her brother a concussion, and it didn't matter how many times she said she didn't mean it, they were sending her away. They handed her an envelope, and she sat in the car in the clothes they'd taken from her at the hospital. Instead of going home, they put her on a plane to the middle of nowhere. The nice letter they'd apparently received from the government (and had, of course, been hiding from her) said she had been invited to attend some Stonebrook school that would take care of her in spite of the whole weather thing that no on had quite noticed.
Roleplay Sample:

No fighting was alright with Emme. She'd had enough of fighting after she'd beat the snot out of Ryan. It wasn't that she didn't enjoying smashing his head in. It just didn't seem worth it, in the long run. She knew herself well enough to admit that she'd at the very least end up in arguments sometime while she was at Horizon, but those didn't really count as fights.

"That must have been one nasty fall."

She tried to shrug and winced. "I don't really remember it all that well. But the doctors said there wasn't much glass." She could tell by the look in Angeline's eyes that it was suspected Emme was abused. Well, there was no point in disillusioning the counselor. Emme deserved most of what she got, and she knew it, but Angeline didn't need to know it.

She slipped through the door and settled down on the couch Angeline mentioned. It was fairly comfortable, as she was able to sink down into it and stretch her leg across the floor. Her knee was starting to get a little stiff. No reason to straighten it out on the sofa, though. That would end up adding one more step to the process of getting up when she was finally allowed to leave.

When she left, the first thing she would do would be grab the phone she was fairly certain her parents had shoved into her bag so that they could call her when they wanted to b*tch about how awful she was or tell her all about what her old friends were doing. The plan was to call Shelby first, because she missed Shell more than anything. Well, anything except Michael. Michael was second, even if he wasn't going to answer the phone. She needed to hear his voice, even if it was just his voice mail.

"They only answered a few questions I'm supposed to ask and left it at that."

Emme snorted at that. Her mother was known to talk for several hours at a time without taking a breath. It was ironic that the woman's pet peeve was when someone else complained about things constantly. Or hypocritical, which was Emme's pet peeve. It was funny that they'd ever gotten along, because for as long as she could remember, Emme had hated so many things about her mother.

She still remembered something Angeline had said before, but she wasn't sure she wanted to ask what the other rules were. They'd probably be a depressing bunch of spoil-sport controlling nonsensical lines of wisdom that hadn't applied in at least twenty years. Still, they'd expect her to know them. They always did. So she might as well ask. "So what were those other rules you said I'd get to hear about when we got here? Now that we're here."

She tried to smile convincingly at the woman; maybe it would get her out sooner. Kind of a drastic hope, but she was a good enough actor when she wanted to be. Like pretending that her leg hurt more than it really did. She knew for a fact that the pain meds would be wearing off right about then, but she honestly felt nothing in either her ankle or her arm, except for the sparking pains of her carpel tunnel, which were neither unusual nor debilitating.

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