Emmaline Fostermen
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“What are you doing?!” She stops another paint ball from hitting her face, looking over. “This doesn’t seem safe!”
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(Emmaline don’t know that)
Her head whips to the direction of the room. “She must be in here…” she pushes the door open, and a paintball whizzes her way. Acting instinctively, she pushes her hands out and stops the paint ball in mid air, staring at her own hands. “How did I…?”
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“So, you’re Bones?” She looks over to the couch. “Well, I’m going to explore. If you have objections to that, so be it.” She walks off in the direction Nova went in, lighting her fingertips with soft light. “Nova?”
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“They kinda showed up when I was sitting in my room. I caught the carpet on fire.” She laughs at her memory, then her face goes somber. “I just escaped from a lab a few months ago. Were you ever experimented on?”
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I gtg for about 45 minutes. I have a few minutes, so if I disappear if means I left. I can get back on later.))
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“Gah!” She jumps back again, her fingers heating involuntarily. “Uh, yeah. And the air.” She lifts her hand up, cradling a tiny flame between her fingers. Swirling another finger around it, the flame twists and bends from the little vessel of wind blowing on it. Unknowingly, her face cracks into a grin. “That’s the first time I’ve shown someone this without being hauled off.”
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Emmaline knocks on the doors, not waiting an answer and just walks inside. Spotting Sinoro, she hurries over to him. “Hey, guy? Do you know anything about this place?”
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She takes her hand cautiously, shaking it. “It’s not much like I have someone to run off back to. I’m Emmaline, and yes, I do have some freaky abilities. Nice to meet you.”
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She drops the flame, letting her hands dangle by her sides. “Place looks a bit run down, to be a home. You live by yourself?”
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“I just ran in here!” She narrows her eyes suspicion, eyeing Nova. “I’d like to ask you the same thing.” Lighting her hands quietly, she glares at her.
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I forgot to post this here so ill reply with the previous message))
Emmaline jumps backwards in surprise, the flames going out. “How did you get in here? You scared the sh*t out of me!”((Think: Ellie from the last of us. That will give you an idea of her XD
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Name: Emmaline Jaycen
Age: 13.Powers/Abilities: Pyrokinesis, Aerokinesis, and the ability to heal others at the price of feeling their pain without sustaining injuries.
Looks: Long, Brown hair that reaches to her elbows, usually in pigtails. She has a smattering on freckles and stands at 5’1, being somewhat skinny. She usually wears a brown, beat up jacket and jeans with combat boots. A know it all smirk and bows in her hair give away her bubbly personality, and aviator goggles are usually upon on her head. Her eyes are blue, but are known to almost darken when she’s angry. After escaping the burning lab, she gained a permanent scar on her face in which she covers with a bandage. She’s tiny, but she sure packs a punch.
Bio: As a young child, no more than 9, she discovered her powers. Quietly nurturing them and living a double life, she reluctantly told her mother about her abilities. Angered by her daughter who wasn’t perfectly perfect as she wanted her, she sent her off to a lab. After unintentionally setting fire to the lab when practicing her powers that she wasn’t supposed to use, she escaped with her life and ran off, eventually finding the Outsiders. Her main goal is to help people have a normal chance at a family like she never did.
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Name: Emmaline Jaydeen
Looks: Long, Brown hair that reaches to her elbows, in pigtails. She has a smattering on freckles and stands at 5’3, being somewhat skinny. She usually wears a normal white t shirt, a beat up brown jacket, faded blue jeans and trainers. Her eyes are blue, but are known to almost darken when she’s angry.
Personality: She normal bright and bubbly, but she’s known to talk to the air sometimes. What she’s really talking to is her voices, the different people she hears in her head. These are really just the people she talks to when bored, almost like a child’s imaginary friends. She is generally sweet, but when she’s mad, watch out. She’s a little pistol.
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Name: Emmaline Jaycen Kølise
Physical Age: It’s not widely known, but based upon her looks, 13-15.
Numerical Age: 57
Race: Human
Powers/Abilities: Pyrokinesis, basic healing abilities.
Looks: Long, reddish-brown hair that reaches to her elbows, usually in pigtails. She has a smattering on freckles and stands at 5’3, being somewhat skinny. She usually wears a brown, beat up jacket and jeans with combat boots. A know it all smirk and blue bows in her hair give away her bubbly personality, and aviator goggles are usually upon on her head. Her eyes are blue, but are known to almost darken when she’s angry. She frequently burns herself with her pyrotechnics, and although it doesn’t cause her pain, more often then not she covers up any burns resulting in a lot of bandages. She’s tiny, but she sure packs a punch. She often enjoys fighting. She has a quick temper, and can be hot headed. She doesn’t have time for nonsense.
Weapon: A Glock 23 semi automatic pistol. She uses it in dangerous situations, and she finds the small weapon appeals to her. She has also been seen using pyrotechnics and sharp items such as knives as improvised weapons.
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-A pic of your character (if you have one) or a brief physical description:
Shorter in stature, she stands at 5’8. She wears, normally, a bomber jacket, with aviator goggles. She has an array of freckles, and usually has her long hair pulled up into two pony tails to prevent it from interfering with her work. She has a burn right across her nose, causing her to wear a bandage along it. On her arms are long, thin scars from her pyrotechnic ways.
-Magical Abilities: She is an elemental pyrotechnic, meaning she can control flames. Although she controls it, she tends to lose focus and and lose control of the flames, resulting in her burns and such. Although it doesn’t cause her pain, it still burns her.
Any other info you’d like to share:
She’s lesbian, but keeps it mostly a secret for the fear of not being accepted.
Although she seems carefree, deep down she cares a lot about others and what they think of her.
She actually enjoys fighting, and frequently does, in hand to hand.