Emmaline Fostermen
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Name: Emmaline LeVian
Guild: Blue Heel.
Guild Mark location: Back of the right hand
Height: 5’3
Age: 14
Appearance: Long, brown twintails. Has a smattering of freckles splattered across her face. She has a small nose, large eyes and a childish grin, most of the time.
clothing: A plain brown jacket, a white t shirt, blue jeans, combat boots and little blue bows in her hair.
Magic: Pyrokinesis .
(optional) Weapon(s): A concealed Glock 24 pistol.
Abilities: Fast instincts and reflexes.
Personality: She’s very childish, with a sense of wonder that matches no other. She may seem nice, but she can drop the polite act quickly. She’s more relaxed around her friends. She sticks out like a sore thumb from her guild. She’s not ugly, but not the most beautiful person, either.
Background: After a terrible accident involving a building burning, Emmaline started living on the streets, eventually finding her guild.
(Optional)Extra: She has a little cat that follows her around. It’s ginger in colour, and doesn’t seem effected by her powers. -
Emmaline flips through her camera photos, sitting silently with tears running down her face.
((I’ve been gone for soooo long because of school, and I found a way to reenter.
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I nudge Nova softly. “Looks like we’ve got romance on our hands.”
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“But… It was just my hair! If the rest of me doesn’t burn, do you think my hair will? I’ve lit it kn fire before, by accident!” She giggles, pulling her wet hair out of its pigtails and getting it fall down to her waist. Wringing jet out, she shivers. “Jesus, this water’s cold. I’d light a fire, but, you know…”
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” Lance? Where’re ya going?” Emmaline turns around, watching him watch through the doors.
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“What the hell is wring with you people?!” Emmaline brushes her dripping hair out of her face. “What the fuck was that for?! No, my burn marks don’t hurt! I burn myself by accident, but they don’t cause me pain!” She huffs angrily, crossing her arms. “Now I’m soaking with water.”
((Sorry guys I fell asleep for a little but
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“What are you doing?” She looks at Nova, watching her fingers fan back and forth. “What?”
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“I’ve been called Emma for most of my life. No worries.” she smiles, fiddling around. “Is it strange that I had no intention of going here?”
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“Everyone who’s ever cared about me is dead. Or wants me dead. I… I’m not letting that happen again, okay?” She buries her face in her hands, her finger lighting up and spreading the fire to her hair.
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“Huh? I don’t care. Just don’t call me bitch, and i don’t care at all.” She sets down her camera, spinning around the chair. “Why?”
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“I could care less about it. It’s the guy that needs some respect lessons.” She shrugs, messing with settings on her ever present camera.
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“I just… Fighting is what calms me down, alright?” She gestures her hands towards a dummy, picking it up without touching it and hitting it against the wall. “I don’t take well to being left alone by people who give a shit about the oxygen I breathe.” She grits her teeth, sitting down and hugging her knees. “I don’t want to light anything on fire… Not after last time.”
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“I could give a shit less. If it’s not messing with my equipment, so be it.” She shrugs, sitting at her desk and clicking furiously at the creaky typewriter. “Some people… Heh.”
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“Oh, thanks, asshole. Have a little fucking respect!” She hisses tossing the rejected picture on her desk. “Who the fuck poisoned his breakfast? It was a cat, not a family heirloom.”
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“Sure. Right.” She clenches her fist, shaking her head. “I need to down something before I snap.” She gets up, looking at the wall before pushing her hand out towards one of the dummies. It flies into the wall, shattering into little pieces. “Okay… Just… Calm down.”