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[emiliaspellman]

ABOUT EMILIA

FULL NAME.  Emilia Hyacinth Jocasta Spellman MEANING. Emilia - Rival, to Excel, Hyacinth- A Blue, Purple, Poisonous flower, Jocasta- From ancient greek mythology. Though to mean Shining Moon, Spellman-  occupational name for a musician or minstrel, from Middle Low German NICKNAME. Rarely is she called by anything but her full name, especially her mother. However, Em or Emmy have been used on occasion and her Uncle Boyd had always called her ‘Millie’.  GENDER.  Female  HEIGHT. 4′5″ AGE.  Born December 21st 2010

ZODIAC: Sagittarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Libra Ascending (Natal Chart!)  SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  English and Russian 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOUR. Strawberry Blonde  EYE COLOUR.  Greyish Blue  SKIN TONE. Porcelain  BODY TYPE.  Bean pole smol bean child   ACCENT.  A strange mixture of english with random british influences (GEEZ I WONDER WHY) VOICE. childlike but also blunt at times like “i’m right, you’re wrong, shut up” DOMINANT HAND.  right. POSTURE. Straight as arrow because we all know Zelda Spellman yells ones back becomes crooked like a Question mark.  SCARS.  Witches mark on her right collar bone  TATTOOS.  None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).   *strugs* a mope of ginger hair I guess

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Spellman Sister’s Mortuary, the Midwifery Room, Greendale  HOMETOWN.  Greendale  BIRTH WEIGHT.  4lbs, 1oz  BIRTH HEIGHT.  16.5 inches long  MANNER OF BIRTH.  Perimortem Cesarian Section after her birth mother suffered an eclampsia induced stroke during child birth  FIRST WORDS.  Mama or Hilla.....There is still a huge debate about which it actually was depending on who you speak. SIBLINGS.  Half-Siblings: Prudence Night, Judas Blackwood, Leticia Blackwood  PARENTS.  biologically the daughter of Father Faustus Blackwood and Meredith Night. Raised from birth by Zelda Spellman who claimed her as her own daughter, refusing to name the man the sired her.  PARENT INVOLVEMENT. Birthmother is dead so obviously zero there. Minimal from Faustus Blackwood, except when convenient. Almost helicopter parented by Zelda and Hilda Spellman

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  CURRENT RESIDENCE.   CLOSE FRIENDS.   RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  single FINANCIAL STATUS.   DRIVER’S LICENSE.  CRIMINAL RECORD.  VICES.  

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.  PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  submissive       |       dominant     |       switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  submissive       |       dominant       |       switch LIBIDO.   TURN ON’S.  TURN OFF’S.   RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨��𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez  HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  Lots of reading, especially in Russian. Collecting poisons. Talking to her best friend aka her mother’s dead and stuffed familiar Vinegar Tom  MENTAL ILLNESSES.  Anxiety and Neuroticism and Aneurotypical behavior. She has man nervous habits when she becomes stressed or anxious that lead to excessive hand washing, organizing and ritualist behavior. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.  Initially was classified as ‘failure to thrive’ after being born with stunted growth, but luckily has thrived into a physically health child.  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Honestly, both. She tends to flock towards hobbies that are more creative like herbalism and writing but she tends to think in a more calculative, alway trying to plan exact goals and outcomes.  PHOBIAS.  Being the family disappointment, the weight of her family’s failures falling on her shoulders as the Last Spellman.   SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  Varies by day. There are time she feels on top of the world, but much of her time is spent hovering over an area of self doubt  VULNERABILITIES.  Honestly. Her own mother, Zelda Phiona Spellman. The queen of high expectation, no excuses and of course doing everything to put pride back into the spellman name. Emilia is always afraid of disappointing her considering the woman sacrificed so much for her daughter. Emilia know all the names Zelda has had to endure because of their though she had a bastard child, all assuming she is Faustus’ without anyone ever saying it. The last thing Emilia wants is to make her mother regret ever keeping her. 

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Personal Narrative

My story is written by Randi Barrow, which she named Finding Zasha. Who am I, you ask? My name is Ivan Savicheva and I was twelve-years-old when World War II had reached Leningrad. I don’t know where else to mention this, but I’ll be blunt and say that my father died when I was just three. Although it’s true that my mom now has to work on the double, fourteen hours a day at the Kirvo Works Factory, she still as strong as ever. She arrives home late every day, yet as tired as she is, she still waits in lines to obtain our fair share of food rations. Good thing that my Auntie Vera takes care of us. Auntie Vera has been with us since my dad died, she has been a great help to my mother. She often acts as a babysitter and takes of my next door neighbor, Alik, and his younger brother Misha, and me. All three of us love playing some type of instrument. Alik and I love playing the concertina. I would never let my mom know, but I wished of becoming a musician when I grew up. I guess I lied when I say the Misha can play an instrument, all he can really play is the tambourine which isn’t really much of an instrument. When the Germans set a parade of bombs over us, I truly believed that the circumstances in Leningrad couldn’t actually be deteriorated but I was proven wrong. I witnessed the horrors of how starvation can rapidly change people and how my mother’s section had to be moved to the Urals. She had already set in motion the plan of sending me to go live with my Uncle Boris, who I last saw when I was around the age of seven or eight (so long ago, I can’t even remember how old I was when I first met him). Auntie decided that she and I would go together since the house of sister in law was on way to my Uncle’s house. We both arrived and through the demonstration of my conviction did it allow me to become partisan, a secret organization consisting of citizens that fight the Nazis. Unfortunately, the Nazis arrived along with their Nazi commander Major Axel Recht who has ordered me to play my concertina for his soldiers in their headquarters. It was a foolhardiness plan, but I thought it was my chance to help the partisans. In that same village, I meet Zasha and Thor, two furry German shepherd puppies. After witnessing the cruelty of Axel being put on display, I knew I had to get those dogs away from him as soon as possible. I couldn’t let him convert them into Russian killing machines. The opportunity presented itself and I seized it without knowing Axel’s attachment to Thor and Zasha, where I find myself being stalked by him. I decide to hide from him, in Uncle Boris’s house so I can save them and myself. Suddenly Zasha disappears and I have a decision to make; save myself and Thor or put all the partisan’s work in vain.

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Question #3: How do you define success? Do you believe you’ve achieved success?

For me, success is when you’re able to realize that all your efforts actually paid off. I thought for a moment that I’ve actually reached success but it only lasted for a few years until it was all flushed down the drain. When I volunteered to be in the partisan, which is a secretive organization made up of mediocre civilians (which ranged from children to adults) that help fight the Nazis, I was ecstatic to finally be of some use. Since I was too young to enter the war, this was my chance to help out (even if it was a small contribution). By this time the Germans invaded my new home which was the house of the sister my Auntie in Vilnov. Before they came, we placed half of our supplies in the backyard shed, where we covered it with boards of wood, as to not make it be too suspicious if all of our food was gone. As we waited in silence for the German soldiers to come and tear this place apart, I decided to play my concertina to get rid of this dreadful atmosphere. I began to run my fingers down the familiarity of the buttons of my instrument when the sense of nostalgia hit me so strong that I could feel from the bottom of my heart that I was back home. I began to play it louder and more emotional as I hit every note. A few moments later we heard a knock on the door and I immediately stopped playing my concertina. Without thinking, I rushed to the door and opened it wide to find these two adorable German shepherds looking back at me. I crouched down and began to pet them when I saw out of the corner of my eyes, a rubber boot. To my horror, it was Nazi commander Major Axel Recht, out of all the German soldiers he had to be the one to show up. The man that whose face would haunt me for the rest of my life. He introduced the two German shepherds, Zasha, whose pelt was much lighter than the other dog, Thor. He sat down on the couch with a few dozen men following him, saying he was lured in by the music. So under his orders, I began to play again and an idea popped into my head. It was a foolish and reckless plan. I then began to play with all of my heart, trying my best to impress these soldiers. I met the eyes of my Auntie, her eyes widen when she realized what I was a trying to. After I finished, Axel questioned our background, decided to take me in since they don’t get to listen to music much because of the war. Without suspecting anything, they let a partisan deep within their base, my plan had succeeded. I really did believe that I could spy on them and be able to return to the information back to Petr (he was one of our leaders of the Partisan group), but unfortunately, I couldn’t speak German. There is a lot of events that happened like how my friend’s father was being held a prisoner in a room next to mine. Additionally, how I grew attached to Zasha and Thor, I now wanted to help them escape this awful place or else, they would be turned into hunting machines. After relentlessly trying to persuade Petr of my plan in liberating Josef and also the dogs, he had no choice but to agree. With bullets cutting through the air, I managed to escape along with everyone else. Petr, Auntie, the dogs, and I were seated in the back in of the horse-drawn sleigh with the driver in the front, Vladimir, who is the same driver that to took us here. We spent the rest of the night traveling to my Uncle Boris’s house where my mother first wanted me to stay at. When we managed to get there, it turns out that my Uncle switched lives with another man named Taaavo, who used to live as a nomad. After hearing out our story he finally decided to let us be here for the time being. I felt so relieved. It felt like I finally had a home again even if my mom wasn’t here, I had Zasha and Thor, and my Auntie as well. After all the chaos that has been thrown at me, I was finally happy. I succeeded in saving the dog’s fate from being trained into hunting Russians and I managed to save my friends as well. Until Boris finally visited the place. But that wasn’t the bad part, it was who he attracted that came the trouble. It was this old lady, Ms. Chemakova, she was deeply in love with Boris that it must have blinded her from seeing her own intrusive manner as she entered the house uninvited. She was obsessed with Zasha, constantly asking when will she be pregnant. She was the same reason on how Axel knew our location. He came unexpectedly when Petr and I were the only ones at the house. I tried to help Petr in fighting him but I was knocked out unconscious. When I came to, the only ones that were present was Thor and myself. Petr, Zasha, and Axel were nowhere to be found. Just when we had our peaceful times, it only lasted two years, before it was all taken away. All my efforts for this!?