Emmaline Fostermen
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“How did I even get here-? No matter.” She trudges over to Artemis’s direction, shoving her PDA hastily in her pocket.
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Hearing the fire crackle and seeing Lucy walking around, Emmaline slowly gets up, wincing in pain. “Hello? If you’re armed, drop your weapon. I’m not here to hurt anyone.&
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“Hello?” Emmaline calls out quietly, hearing footsteps trudge through the snow. She was freezing, and her muscles felt like lead, but she sat up slowly. “Who are you?”
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“We’re fucked. Nobody know why we’re here. We just know that puppet master is yanking on our little marionette strings.” She curls up, sitting in the corner.
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“Its… So… Cold…” Emmaline draws her jacket around herself, trying her best to use her thin clothing to hide her bird extremities. It wouldn’t do good to die, but she was feeling so sleepy… She collapses in the snow, weary from the hours of travel. There’s only so many things a kid can do.
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Name: Emmaline Fostermen
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Shorter in stature, she stands at 5’8. She wears, normally, a white t shirt and a bomber jacket, with aviator goggles. She has an array of freckles, and usually has her long hair pulled up in a pony tail to prevent it from interfering with her work. Usually hidden or folded against her back are a pair of white wings, which measure over 10 feet from tip to tip. Having been captured and experimented on before she escaped, this causes her to normally hide them. Along her arms are long, thin scars and white dot scars from various tests and needles.
Personality: She’s happy most of the time, with a cheery personality. Underneath her happy exerior is where the true warrior is. She may seem nice, but insult her or her friends and that’s when the happy stops. She know how to fight, at least, basically, and she has great reflexes and instincts.
Gift: Her wings, really
Backstory: After waking up in a lab, she had no recollection of her past, besides her name and basic information about herself. Escaping after months of excruciating tests, she started roaming the country looking for a people like her.
Other: She hates labs, scientists, and needles, considering they remind her of her experience in a lab.
She has extremely light bones, which enable her to fly correctly. However, they are extremely strong.
She’s gender fluid, so she can be referred to as any pronouns.
She doesn’t know anything about why she has wings, or who her family is. -
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“He… He died. It was my fear that killed him.” Her eyes widen, and she shakes in shock. “It’s my fault. Wait. No. It’s the puppet master’s fault. He’s killing us off slowly. We’re all going to die in here.” She stares at the Crimson colored body, shaking and rocking back and forth.
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“Where is everyone?” Emmaline runs outside, looking for anyone. “Nova? Fallen? Dakota? Anyone?!”
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“What the hell?!” She clinched her head, freaking out. “Was that any of you?!” She tries not to scream herself, staring at the darkness in front of her,.
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“Newbie, short story. There is a guy who put us all in here, and he is using our fears. He’s using my fear of the dark, so I’m scared as hell. Emmaline.” She turns her head in the direction of the voice, reaching her hand out and trying to find his.
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“I’m not panicking… I think.” She laughs to herself, thinking. “We’re nothing but marionettes, waiting for our strings to be cut.”
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“God, I’m done with sparing. I’m tired.” She sits down, waving a hand in front of her face to attempt to blast some cold air onto it. “God, where did Dakota and and Fallen go? I swear, if she’s hurt…” She growls, clenching her fist and watching it go white with flames.
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“Puppet master is praying on our fears, I. He locked us in here and now he’s using our fears against us.” She sinks to the ground, years flowing freely as her knees shake. “It’ll be alright, the dark doesn’t have scary things…” She tries to comvince herself to no avail.
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“No, I’m afraid of the dark in general… Oh god, I hate this. How does he know about our fears?!” She grips Velia’s hand, tears rolling down her cheeks in silence. “Last time I was in the dark, my brother left me for 7 hours… Alone… When I was 8.” She shudders, shaking in her shoes. “We gotta get outta here…”