Post by emilyyoung on Jul 12, 2008 16:07:30 GMT -4
Character Name: Emily Young.
Status: Human.
RPG Sample:
This Reservation was one of the safest places Emily Young felt at home. These lands were always under the watchful eyes of the werewolves during the day, ensuring that nothing would ruin what it was. Innocent waves crashing to into their true love with the walnut sand. Wind kept the reservation un-kept, different appearance each day due to the wave motion. Lack of sunlight made this area somewhere to come when thunder struck, the colors combining along the skyline was really something to watch. Emily came up with group gatherings, usually at night time, in this area. That corner of the beach; with the five, looking for six, logs that rest in a circle around a burned mark where the fire always rest. The logs were extremely large, but due to the size of the males in the Quileute Pack, they were in need of more and more logs. Although the pack was constantly getting larger over time, Emily kept up with it's members.
She was the pack chef. Almost every weekend, and a few days during the week when there wasn't something going off, you'd find the woman behind an breakfast bar in her toasty little house, the stove being her friend. Baking for her nine 'testers', was more of practice. Emily wanted to have a small bakery in La Push's small town, one day. But she didn't mind feeding these large boys almost everyday, her loyalty to the pack was something she couldn't control. Her heart was stolen by their leader, although the large scars that started beneath her eyelid and mangled the left side of her face and one branched off to the edge of her wrist, she loved Sam Uley.
Lack of confidence, due to those scars were what fueled her hair being straight to that side of her face. The other side usually was decorated with pins to expose the 'beautiful side of her face'. Today a warm turtleneck hid most of her scars down the side of her neck, her chocolate hair pinned back from the center while straight hair blew backwards. The scars were exposed, but she felt free down here on pack lands. They knew what had happened that one night when Sam had phased with Emily trying to relax him, she'd gotten too close and the result was a "bear attack."
Jeans sheathed her slightly muscular legs, deep olive skin coloring matching the brown turtle neck quite well. Emily had her cell phone tucked away in her back pocket, while the common smile continued to rest along her half disturbed lips. Walking the beach was something she did daily to give her calves some strength, due to the beach being quite a distance. Emily kept her body in shape, that was all she could do, secretly wishing for plastic surgery to take the constant angry look away from her beautiful eyes. Stated as being 'possibly beautiful' before her attack.
Emily would never complain about the look on her face, she supposed that Leah's heartache for what Emily had done to her would always be harsher than any scars. Although it was getting better, Emily could still standing in a shorter distance of Sam with Leah around, before she'd simply moved away from Sam when the Clearwater's were around. She knew that she couldn't control the imprinting system, and she surely wouldn't change Sam's love, but she wished that Leah could imprint on someone and then it get better for her.
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Status: Human.
RPG Sample:
This Reservation was one of the safest places Emily Young felt at home. These lands were always under the watchful eyes of the werewolves during the day, ensuring that nothing would ruin what it was. Innocent waves crashing to into their true love with the walnut sand. Wind kept the reservation un-kept, different appearance each day due to the wave motion. Lack of sunlight made this area somewhere to come when thunder struck, the colors combining along the skyline was really something to watch. Emily came up with group gatherings, usually at night time, in this area. That corner of the beach; with the five, looking for six, logs that rest in a circle around a burned mark where the fire always rest. The logs were extremely large, but due to the size of the males in the Quileute Pack, they were in need of more and more logs. Although the pack was constantly getting larger over time, Emily kept up with it's members.
She was the pack chef. Almost every weekend, and a few days during the week when there wasn't something going off, you'd find the woman behind an breakfast bar in her toasty little house, the stove being her friend. Baking for her nine 'testers', was more of practice. Emily wanted to have a small bakery in La Push's small town, one day. But she didn't mind feeding these large boys almost everyday, her loyalty to the pack was something she couldn't control. Her heart was stolen by their leader, although the large scars that started beneath her eyelid and mangled the left side of her face and one branched off to the edge of her wrist, she loved Sam Uley.
Lack of confidence, due to those scars were what fueled her hair being straight to that side of her face. The other side usually was decorated with pins to expose the 'beautiful side of her face'. Today a warm turtleneck hid most of her scars down the side of her neck, her chocolate hair pinned back from the center while straight hair blew backwards. The scars were exposed, but she felt free down here on pack lands. They knew what had happened that one night when Sam had phased with Emily trying to relax him, she'd gotten too close and the result was a "bear attack."
Jeans sheathed her slightly muscular legs, deep olive skin coloring matching the brown turtle neck quite well. Emily had her cell phone tucked away in her back pocket, while the common smile continued to rest along her half disturbed lips. Walking the beach was something she did daily to give her calves some strength, due to the beach being quite a distance. Emily kept her body in shape, that was all she could do, secretly wishing for plastic surgery to take the constant angry look away from her beautiful eyes. Stated as being 'possibly beautiful' before her attack.
Emily would never complain about the look on her face, she supposed that Leah's heartache for what Emily had done to her would always be harsher than any scars. Although it was getting better, Emily could still standing in a shorter distance of Sam with Leah around, before she'd simply moved away from Sam when the Clearwater's were around. She knew that she couldn't control the imprinting system, and she surely wouldn't change Sam's love, but she wished that Leah could imprint on someone and then it get better for her.
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