Post by emma spencer on Dec 15, 2010 0:51:38 GMT -5
FIRST MIDDLE LAST
[/color][/font]"Damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive."
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
NAME: Emma Lynn Spencer[/size]
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: October 31
BLOOD: Wolf
PACK: Rogue
TITLE/RANK: Not available
[/color]but oh, you seem so serious
I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brunette
WEIGHT: 109
HEIGHT: 5'3"
PLAY-BY: Mila Kunis
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Several scars scattered throughout her body. A small circular birthmark on her left hand. Three small hoops in her upper left ear, two piercings on each lobe.
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
LIKES:- Off brand fruit snacks
- Gummy candy
- Cereal
- The sea
- Movie scores
- Teal
- Foreign films
- Useless trivia
DISLIKES:
- Cigarettes
- Shrimp
- Toilet humor
- Loud chewing noises
- Taking orders
- Men in skinny jeans
- Guyliner
- Horror films
- Cooking
- Cleaning
- The foster care system
STRENGTHS:
- Intelligent
- Determined
- Resourceful
- Inquisitive
WEAKNESSES:
- Skeptical
- Sometimes pessimistic
- Distrusting
QUIRKS/HABITS:
- Habitual gum chewer
- Snacks on junk food constantly
- Puts on headphones when she wants to avoid confrontation
- Leaves piles of clothing scattered everywhere
FEARS:
- Death
- Daddy long legs
- Religion
- Not being in control
GOALS:
- Find a respectable career
- Learn to take things a little less seriously
- Find her sister
PERSONALITY:Emma is a determined young woman, hell-bent on surviving. She is independent and self-reliant and has a difficult time accepting help from other people. She is distrustful and skeptical. She refuses to put her faith and trust in anyone but herself, knowing other people only bring disappointment and sorrow. She is undeniably intelligent and loves reading novels and learning new things. She soaks up knowledge like a sponge and enjoys a good challenge. She misses her sister terribly and resents both her birth and foster parents. She has no contact with either. Because Emma has a difficult time putting trust in others, she tends to take on dominating roles in all aspects of her life. She does not do well taking orders, but is capable of giving them. Despite her serious demeanor, she has managed others with kindness and understanding and thus makes an adequate leader.
you start to hypnotize me
[/color]WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]
MOTHER: Alison Spencer
FATHER: James Spencer
SIBLINGS: Eva Spencer (Twin)
OTHER: None
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Romania
HISTORY: Emma Spencer was born (ironically enough) on Halloween night to a young couple unprepared for child rearing. Emma was born a twin, her sister Eva entered the world just seconds after Emma took her first breath. Emma was a sickly child from the moment she was born. She was constantly ill, suffering immensely from every ailment that plagued young children. But Emma was very intelligent, and that became clear as soon as she could talk. She developed quickly, and surpassed Eva in both walking and talking. The children thrived in their environment despite the instability their parents provided. The girls' father James was an underpaid mechanic with a hot temper and a love of booze and gambling. Their mother Alison was a flight risk who disappeared periodically for days at a time. When the children were old enough to attend school, their parents failed to enroll them, and despite calls and letters regarding their truancy, they continued to keep the girls out of classes. When Eva wandered out of the house on a frigid winter morning, she was discovered by local authorities who immediately detained her and decided to move forward to terminate the rights of the parents. Alison and James did not have the financial means or desire to fight to keep their children, and chose to surrender them to the state of Illinois. Eva, a bubbly little girl with a contagious laugh was adopted quickly and shipped off to Wyoming, leaving Emma alone and brokenhearted. The more serious of the two, Emma was regarded by potential parents as solemn and withdrawn and social workers had a difficult time finding couples willing to care for a child with medical and emotional difficulties. After spending nearly a year in a run down institution, the child was eventually placed in the care of an older couple, hoping to reap the financial rewards of caring for a foster child. The couple was in no way prepared for Emma's peculiar behavior during the full moon and immediately took her to a psychiatrist who diagnosed her (incorrectly) with bipolar disorder. The doctor pumped the youngster with an array of brutal medications that made her groggy and ill. She suffered from intense crying spells followed by days of complete and utter silence. Her foster parents had no tolerance for Emma's mood swings and confined her to her tiny bedroom for days. Love and affection in that household were unheard of and Emma was routinely belittled and degraded by her foster mother who had no patience and a sadistic sense of humor. As the child grew, she took solace in the time she spent at school and excelled in her studies. She loved to learn and loved her teachers who showered her with the warmth and kindness her home was lacking. By the time Emma turned eighteen, she had accumulated enough money from her job at a local diner to set out on her own. Through all of her struggles she had learned to survive in even the most deplorable conditions and was confident that she could make a life for herself far from her foster family. Before she took her leave, she went to the local library and did extensive research on werewolves, hoping to find a place where she would find some much needed acceptance. Romania appeared repeatedly, and before Emma knew it, she had a sleek white boarding pass in hand.
who am i talking to
[/color]COULD BE A DEMON IN A MASK[/font][/center]
ALIAS: Ashlee (Ash)
AGE: 22
EXPERIENCE: Nine years.
CONTACT: PM
RP SAMPLE:Jen watched with tired brown eyes as Revv stood nearby and inquired about her nightmare. For a fleeting moment she considered telling him exactly what she saw when she laid down to rest, but thinking the better of it she refrained. Jenna knew well enough that most others didn't really inquire about such things hoping to get a lengthy response. More often than not, those types of questions were asked simply out of respect. Even if Revell was different (and she suspected he may be), she didn't want to burden him with her life story. In all of the years she had been alive, not once had she spilled her soul to another living being. Granted, she rarely had the chance to do so, but even if she had, she would have refused. She was sure that if she shared even a little bit of her background with someone else, they would either flee in terror or assume she was in some way mentally incapacitated because of everything that had happened. But perhaps even worse, she feared that they would not care. And finding that someone was indifferent or did not care was perhaps one of the worst pains of all.
Shaking her head politely in a negative gesture she replied " Oh gosh Revv, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. I don't really remember much anyway. I just remember small bits and pieces. Sometimes my nightmares look a little bit like a jumbled photo collage. But thank you for offering. I'm glad it wasn't me who woke you, but I'm sorry it was a nightmare that did. I'd be happy to listen if you want to share yours with me. Maybe it will help. I know I have a lot of things I need to improve upon, but I'd like to think I'm a fairly good listener." And she was. If Revell chose to share the dream that roused him with Jenna, she would happily give him every iota of her attention. The young woman suspected Revv would give a response akin to the one she had given him, but she felt that it was important for him to know that she was available if he needed to vent.
As the two sat in Revv's living room in silence it occurred to her that sleep probably wasn't going to come if it hadn't done so already. Jenna assumed the sun would begin to rise in approximately four hours and that left plenty of time for her to sit on the sofa and rehash all of the portions of her dream she could remember. But remembering times of stress and difficulty was something Jenna tried to avoid. Jenna was a master at masking pain and avoiding problems as opposed to dealing with them head on. If she couldn't fall back asleep, she needed to find another way to ward off the negative and depressing thoughts that came alongside the nightmares. Turning toward Revv, she studied his shadowed figure and wondered if a little time outside of the apartment would do the two of them some good. Unwinding the soft comforter from around her feet, the young woman twirled around to plant her feet steadily on the floor. Covering her mouth with the palm of her hand to stifle a yawn, she rose from her seated position and glanced toward the front door. ". I'm going to take a little walk okay? I think that the fresh air will help me clear my head and wear me out a little bit. If you'd like to come, I'd love for you to join. But if you'd prefer staying inside I completely understand. I know it's really late and very cold outside. "
Despite the fact that Jenna was still considerably shaken, when she spoke, her voice was steady and certain. She didn't know if Revv would take any interest in her suggestion but she was going to give it a try anyway. When she passed where he sat on the recliner, looking a little chilly she gently placed a hand on his bare shoulder and gave a little squeeze. His skin was warm beneath her hand but her touch was fleeting. Jenna wasn't accustomed to showing affection of any kind but that wasn't to say she couldn't do it, she just wasn't sure how. Jen tended to associate touch with negative feelings but in the moment that her hand brushed against Revv's warm skin, she wondered if it wasn't so bad after all.
Trying to avoid putting him on the spot, she carefully maneuvered her body away from the sofa and toward the door where she promptly stumbled quietly over one of her shoes. This was nothing new of course, as she tended to have little gravitational accidents on a daily basis. She quickly righted herself and slipped her right foot into her right shoe, followed by the left. She hadn't brought a coat along with her and she certainly wasn't going to request one from Revell. He had done enough for her already. She was already donning his shirt and pajama pants and she was fairly certain he didn't want her wearing bits and pieces of his entire wardrobe. Besides, she was still considerably warm from her nighttime struggles and she knew the cold winter air would help her cool down.
With both worn black shoes on her feet, she tucked her long straight hair behind her ears and turned the knob with her left hand. Letting herself out, she closed the door behind her and gasped as the bitter air blew against her body. At first, the cool air felt wonderful against her skin. The wind rushed through her hair and clothing, caressing her body with its icy touch. Jenna didn't know much about Revell but she thought that if he was anything like her, he would benefit from getting away for a little while to gain a fresh perspective. Wether he would accompany her or not was still up in the air, but in the meantime Jenna would take a little walk and give him time to decide whether he wanted to come with her or rest inside. If he did choose to stay in the apartment, perhaps he would find it a little bit easier to sleep. Maybe her presence was contributing to his unease. She wondered if having unfamiliar company made it difficult for a person to relax. She couldn't be certain, for never in her twenty plus years had she had the opportunity to cater to guests. She hoped she wasn't contributing to his difficulty sleeping and would have felt very guilty if she was. If he chose to stay inside, she hoped that when she returned he would be sound asleep. She didn't know what he had planned for the following day (well, technically later THAT day) but she did know that he wouldn't want to drift through it in exhaustion.
The thick puffy clouds hovering high above her head continued to release cold little flakes just as they had been a few hours ago. Within moments, snow covered Jenna's head and body, soaking through her clothing and cooling her instantly. The snow was falling heavily and quickly and as a result, Jenna couldn't see more than a foot or two ahead. Despite Jenna's negative feelings as far as the snow was concerned, she couldn't deny that it was beautiful. After a few moments the cold began to nip at her flesh. It wasn't causing enough pain or discomfort for her to turn around and return to the apartment but it was enough send a few tremors up and down her body. Aside from tonight, Jenna didn't venture outdoors very often. Nature just didn't hold the same comfort and serenity that it once had. But this area was markedly different than the country where she had once lived and she hoped that because of the extreme differences, she would be able to differentiate between the two and hopefully find a little solace in this winder wonderland. Because the snow was falling so hard and it was so late at night, there wasn't a living soul to be found. Jenna knew that she was the only wanderer out so late at night, but she was grateful for that. Aside from speaking with Revv, she wasn't in the mood to strike up a conversation with anyone else.
As she walked, she thought about how horrible her day had been before she met Revv. How bleak it had looked after quitting her job, how uncomfortable, frightened, and angry she had been after her encounter with the belligerent drunk. And then Revell came along and things began to look a little brighter. She didn't know how long it would last or if it would last at all. But he had given her a taste of a life that was entirely different than the one she had been living. And that was a gift in and of itself. Of course she hoped that after tonight, Revv would want to continue to see her but she wasn't going to hold her breath. Throughout the course of her life, Jen had watched far too many people come and go to believe that anyone ever really stuck around.
But Jenna needed to give Revv some credit. He had gone above and beyond the call of duty. He had taken the time to dine with her, offered her a ride and a warm place to stay, and let her borrow his warm jammies to sleep in. Really, what more could she have asked for? It would have been much simpler for him to have just let her walk home and take care of herself. But he hadn't taken the easy way out, and she had to give him props for that. Revell was without a doubt one of the most gracious and kind people she had ever met and she knew that she needed to give him the benefit of the doubt and refrain from assuming the worst. Her fears and concerns were warranted but it was high time she opened herself up to the possibility that another person could be trustworthy, honest, and caring.
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