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emma vanity | twenty | half blood | civilian

wand: utp.  boggart: utp.   patronus: utp. pet: utp. job: utp. faceclaim: (suggestions: grace phipps, lyndsey fonesca, danielle campbell, camila mendes.)

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                                  relationships

emmeline vance & gwenog jones // they are rivals off and on the quidditch pitch, getting into heated debates at the slightest provocation. but their competitiveness spurs each other on to be the best version of themselves. doris purkiss //  close friends since their hogwarts days, doris is one of the few people who gets to see emma’s softer side. she feels safe with doris and shares everything with her. evan rosier // he’s cruel, but oh he makes it hurt so good. she’s harbored a crush on him since their one-night fling a few years ago, and has been looking for ways to repeat it. xenophilius lovegood // his pie-in-the-sky attitude annoys emma to no end. he’s impractical and full of nonsense. she wishes she could throw some reality in his face.

EMMA VANITY is fortunately OPEN!

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blood status: pureblood clubs: keeper and captain for the slytherin quidditch team, duelling club, charms club pronouns: up to player sexuality: up to player

BIOGRAPHY

to be written by player

CONNECTIONS

marlene mckinnon; the temptation. quidditch runs through emma’s veins. it’s been in her blood since the first match that she’d seen, unable to believe her eyes at just how powerful all those athletes seemed. since that moment on, she’s made it her life. as a member of the slytherin quidditch team starting as a first year, emma demanded that she be allowed to train in all the positions in the case that she would be needed to fill in for a position. and she’s held true to it - working and training in every position, doing all the work that each person is required to. she loves the game, and she loves the rush that the competition brings with it. being the captain of the slytherin team is something that she takes great pride in, because she works hard to make sure that the team is winning and she knows that she earned the right to be called captain. one of the major things that also comes along with being a captain, however, is that she’s forced to try and play nice with the other captain. hufflepuff and ravenclaw’s are pushovers and don’t bother her - but gryffindor is another story, specifically marlene mckinnon. marlene is cut from the same cloth that emma is. there’s a fire behind her eyes that pushes her to do what she’s passionate about. maybe that’s why emma gets so much enjoyment out of antagonizing marlene, because it leaves her satisfied and comforted knowing that there’s someone else who will get just as worked up over a sport. but what started out as a friendly competition - at least in emma’s eyes, something that she could laugh about to herself - has taken a dangerous turn. there’s something she can’t place her finger on, whether it’s because of how passionate marlene is or the way she looks after a hard fought win. emma doesn’t know how it happened or when it happened, but she’s attracted to marlene mckinnon. she knows it’s crazy, and she knows that marlene hates her - but that doesn’t seem to help stop emma from wondering what it would be like to kiss her lips until their bruised.

severus snape; the mistake. it was a dare. a stupid, stupid dare that she should’ve never accepted. but how was she supposed to know that it was going to come back to haunt her - or even worse, that she was going to grow a conscience about it? emma had a different group of girls that she hung around with - the types that ditched class and got others to do their homework for them, the ones who smoked behind the quidditch pitch. they had a reputation about them that spoke for itself - these weren’t the types of girls to bring home to meet the family. there were stories of scraped knees and bruised collarbones worn as badges of honor, of dirty little secrets and innocences lost. it didn’t matter if these stories were true or not, for no one seemed to care. it was interesting and it was fun to talk about. so when the dare had come up that night, halfway through a bottle of firewhiskey all on her own as she was squished between a couple other slytherin classmates, she realized that it was nothing she should’ve batted an eye at. they thought this was her every day life, one more addition would be nothing. the goal? find out whether snivellus was a virgin - and if the answer was no, take his virginity. she’d only heard some of the reasoning behind the need to do so, something about pride and getting the little nerd back. but with alcohol clouding her judgement in that moment, she agreed, how hard could that be? she’d barely spoken to severus before, but she wasn’t going to back down from these people. it soon became clear that he didn’t seem to be interested in getting to know anyone, even despite her obvious attempts at flirting with him. so she did the one other thing she could do to try and get through to him. she befriended him. it seemed to be impossible, but as she continued to persist, he continued to seem to grow more tolerant of her - and her affections. however, when the night came around and he finally reciprocated her actions, it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. she’d gone through the work of befriending someone - who seemed to now trust her and care for her enough that he was willing to lose his virginity to her - and it was all under false pretenses. she went through with it, the guilt cloying but hoping that it’d die out eventually - which it hasn’t. severus still doesn’t know the truth about what’s gone on, believing her to be someone of good intentions, and that might be the worst part of it all.

rita skeeter; the fair weather friend. emma has always tended to stick to her own company. she knows herself and doesn’t have to worry about offending other people that way. it’s easier and more enjoyable - and there’s less of a chance of her getting annoyed. it’s clear that her reputation of being mean or being bitchy or being unapproachable has only intensified by this decision. but in the end, it makes her life a whole lot easier. she has acquaintances that she keeps for when she needs to gossip, or for when she needs someone to vent to - but they’re not people that she would consider to be friends. emma’s not sure what makes her so reluctant to try to make friends, because it’s not as if she’s unlikable. she has a habit of rubbing people the wrong way, sure. but people seem to enjoy talking to her and from what she can tell, they must like being around her. yet, any time someone wants to get closer to her or tries to get to know her, emma cuts it off immediately. there’s something unsettling about letting a person close enough that they can know her and see her for all that she is - the good, the bad, and the ugly. rita skeeter is a very big question mark in this matter right now, though. if emma were truly to go out of her way to become friends with someone, rita would most likely be the type of person that she’d want to get to know. they’re both confident and unapologetic about who they are, they’re independent and unashamed about it. and still, the strange part is that emma isn’t sure that she’d even consider her and rita to be friends at this point. the idea is a tempting one - to have someone that she can talk to about the stupidest things or go to when she needs help without fear of judgment. but as she considers all those ideas, along with the fact that it’s rita skeeter - there’s a harsh reality that friendship is essentially out of the cards. perhaps she wants rita to prove her right and fuck her over, or maybe she wants rita to prove her wrong and actually be her friend. but either way, emma’s decision to tell her the secret about severus is the one way for her find out whether or not rita is someone she can trust.

regulus black; the commiserator. the pureblood society is one filled with traditions and history. more importantly, it’s filled with conservative people who look down upon anything that goes against the lifestyle that they speak so highly of. as a girl, emma was taught that the true success she could have in life was to marry another pureblood like herself - a man who was wealthy and elite, and who would share the same values. a man who who would support the household financially while she took a quieter career, leaving her available to raise the many children she’d be having. and even from that young age, emma knew that was not a life she was interested in for many reasons. she wasn’t the picture perfect society queen that her mother wanted her to be, sneaking comfortable boots underneath her gowns to the pureblood balls where she’d be forced to dance with eligible suitors. she wasn’t interested in sitting on the sidelines and watching someone else take care of her when she could do it herself. and quite honestly, she wasn’t all that interested in marrying a man. but it was lifestyle, not a choice. she’d seen what had happened to those who had spoken out against the pureblood lifestyle - the examples of andromeda black and sirius black now being used a way to intimidate those who would want to stray. to many of the members of the slytherin household, the pureblood lifestyle is all they know, so they find nothing wrong with it. it’s everyone else that had the problems in their eyes, why can’t everyone else try a little bit harder to be more like them? emma keeps her distaste quiet, but despite that, regulus has still manages to see the roll of her eyes or hear the quiet muttering under her breath. he pointed it out to her, continuing to poke at it and ask her what her issue was - to which she continue to try to claim nothing. but surrounded by the same people day in and day out, it’s impossible to go on with pretending to live a lie. regulus knows about her true feelings for the pureblood community, and although he’s made his own feelings of why she can’t turn her back on it known, all but saying his brother’s name, emma gets the feeling that she’s not alone in these feelings. regulus may not say that he’s unhappy, but some feelings don’t always need to be spoken.

EMMA VANITY IS PORTRAYED BY LINDSAY MORGAN, AND SHE IS OPEN FOR APPLICATION.

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STATS;

Emma Vanity is a NINETEEN year old PUREBLOOD, they graduated from HOGWARTS from SLYTHERIN house and are portrayed by NINA DOBREV on the dash.

AESTHETIC;

Freshly mowed grass, petrichor, potions, blood, knives, dark lipstick, mother, masquerade, quidditch, leather, vanilla.

BIOGRAPHY;

When she was a child, all Emma ever dreamed of was one day becoming a quidditch star, to make her dreams come true and see her mother prouder than ever. Unfortunately, fate had another thing in store for the girl, it all started a year before Emma was born, her mother, Rosabella whom was married to Emmett Vanity, a shallow and self-centered man who truly wore his last name well out of an arrangement. Displeased with the whole ordeal, she was forced to travel with him to Bulgaria for their honeymoon. Of course, at the time, Bulgaria wasn’t quite the ideal place for a romantic getaway, but that was never the point. The honeymoon wasn’t intended for the two of them, but for a task of Emmett’s. In growing born, Rosabella would often make her way down to the muggle village and explore, mingle with the locals that knew the language. It wasn’t until she stumbled across a man at the marketplace that her life took a turn. Never before had a man looked at her in such a way, treated her with such kindness, such a high regard, yet here he was. A muggle, nonetheless, but she could care less, such things never bothered her. Finding a brief happiness for the time she was there, she gave herself to him on the last night. Promising to find her way back to him somehow, she left and that was the last time she laid eyes on Stefan.

A day or two after the newly married Vanity’s returned home, they were tucked away in their own bedroom, as the biggest part of marriage in pureblood society was in birthing an heir. Despite this, without Emmett’s knowing, Rosabella always used a charm to prevent any child from being born, so it came as a shock to her when she’d discovered herself to be just that a few weeks later. Her thoughts going back to the final night in Sofia, Bulgaria, causing a faint smile to decorate her expression, could it be? Quickly making her way down to Emmett’s study, she told him of the news, ecstatic for the first time in a while, her husband looked at her with a new look in his eyes, as if she’d no longer been just an object. Not that it mattered much to her, she didn’t love him, nor could she ever. She knew far too much, and even then, he was the one that fought for it to be the two of them at the altar, which she hadn’t quite understood. Perhaps it was due to them being compatibly attractive, or something else.

Nine months later, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with a charm that was undeniable by both parents. Finding it in her to be more open to their marriage, Rosabella made a promise to herself to make certain their beautiful baby, Emma had two loving parents that would cherish her and bring her into the world right. Throughout her childhood, Emma was treated just like any pureblood child would be, two parents that adored her and most everything she ever wanted, but even then, unlike some, she was incredibly grateful for it all. A true gift, and Rosabella couldn’t have been more happy with it all, and while Emmett was at work, she’d often tell stories to Emma about muggles and how they aren’t quite as bad as most make them out to be, and with that, she learned behind closed doors how not to hate them.

It wasn’t until Emmett’s brother returned into his life that things started to take a drastic turn for the worst. It was a month before her second year at Hogwarts when she saw him, slipping into the room, that room she was never allowed to enter. How she’d always been more than curious about what lie beyond those grand doors, she slowly made her way over and let her curiosities get the better of her. Leaning against the door, she heard whispers of the war and the one who’s name shall never be mentioned, at least that was what mother always said and Emma never had it in her to go against the word of her mother, her best friend.

After the tragic death of the person she loved most of all, her mother, the person that kept her head straight and made her world a little bit lighter even with all the darkness surrounding her, she became darker and more confused than ever. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon a piece of parchment tucked away in a box labelled with her name, that her mind became set, changed. See, Emma was not pure, despite what her father believed, and all those surrounding her. She was in fact, a half blood. Her mother had been unfaithful to the man she came to know as her father, someone she believed all her life to be nothing less. Now, while most would believe finding the truth out would lead to her hatred shifting towards her mother, it didn’t. Her mother was still of utmost importance, and she knew why it was kept a secret and why it had to remain one. Burning the letter, and all proof connected to this one secret that could be the cause of her demise, Emma swore she would avenge the death of her mother, and those like her. So, she went to live with her uncle.

Her uncle was a ruthless man, who conveyed little to no emotion, if one were ever to slip in it, it would be fury, something he was never discreet about. Using her time away from Hogwarts to learn his way and become nothing short of a cold, manipulative, and twisted little thing. She also learned secrets, secrets that would help her do what her mind was set on doing. A lot for someone at the age of 14 to decide, perhaps, though she wasn’t living in a world of an ordinary 14 year old.

Finally years later, she was near as dedicated to her cause as her uncle, if not as ruthless, more so. More vengeful too. Using her skills and connections, she quickly found herself becoming closer to the future death eaters she wished to destroy. Forming bonds that one would never believe she had wished to break.

So, in short, Emma has no plans of becoming either for she has and never will be on either side. After she seeks her revenge and is satisfied, Emma plans on going into hiding, somewhere far away from the wizarding world.

INFO;

played by: KASSIE status: CLOSED extra information: n/a

[willofpower-blog]

EIGHTEEN ╳ WITCH ╳ DAVENPORT COVEN ╳ FC: LILY COLLINS

BIOGRAPHY

Living within the walls of a picturesque and pristine household, Emma Beauchamp grew up with the world at her feet. As an only child, she was entitled, and although it seemed as though she could get whatever she wanted, she grew up to be level headed with mannerisms unlike her mother. Marie Beauchamp, from the moment Emma was born, was focused on pushing the girl to extremes, whether it be within her classes or in the Coven all together. A breaking point was not a phrase the girl was allowed to endure during her short lived childhood. At the age of fifteen, the girl watched her father will the rest of his fleeting powers to her mother. A vicious and cruel soul, Marie Beauchamp proved to strive to be nothing but the best. Upon losing her father, something within Emma clicked and she found herself slowly slipping. Now, she finds herself closed off to most, gaining the reputation of the cold girl, a replica of her mother indeed. There are few in which she entrusts whole heartedly and she'd like to keep it that way. A petty attempt at, perhaps, distancing herself from the Davenport Coven all together. She shows loyalty to her clan during times when needed, but other than that she doesn't consider herself an extremist. There are those who strive for power and control, what Emma Beauchamp truly strives for is a life where she can use her powers on her own      where she is stronger as a single unit rather than be tied down to the girls she's grown up with. With the Ascending Ritual upon the girls, Emma couldn't be less focused upon who the next Supreme is. In all honesty, she's never felt the need or seen the pleasure in having the entire Coven within your hands. Much more of a girl on the wings, Emma plays her part of the background perfectly fine. Flying beneath the radar just enough so that when the time comes, her name will be the last to be called out by the Council. While the seduction that comes with the chance she may be in the running, the thought remains so deep within her that she really couldn't care less. It's been centuries of ongoing war, and in Emma's mind it surely isn't their fight. The war that's in the making stems from one person and one person only, and Emma has been sworn to abide by her rules and live her lifestyle      much to her dismay. Yet, with a perfectly poised smile etched upon her porcelain features, Emma continues to observe, one with the shadows. A survival tactic if any, for who would ever suspect the petite and all too polite daughter of such a generous contribution to Davenport. 

PERSONALITY

Emma is truly a believer at heart, a whimsical presence and a pure optimist     at least she used to be. She's often found behind the lens of her camera, capturing the moments in which others seem to take for granted. A courteous and all too warm smile perhaps to mask any malicious intentions, for she remains to be a forged beacon of purity within the halls of Salem Academy. Unless she's doubted, thrown into the pit with the lions, she's often times underestimated. As are the powers she possesses. Most commonly known for identifying herself with the earth, her witchcraft is as pure as can be, rooted from the soil and yet     a storm brews within her soul. Like a match stick, ready to be ignited and enough to cause a forest fire. On the outside, lies a pristine girl who only adds to the small towns cliche of the sweet girl next door, when inside lies a girl who is ready to break. Emma is commonly known to adapt in situations, and yet she always seems to observe for the simple fact that she is a learner. A chameleon of sorts, enough so to give someone whiplash from the shrewd comments that slip from a sickeningly sweet tongue. Following her own moral compass, Emma does what she can to protect the people she cares about     with good intentions. But, when push comes to shove, she begins to show her true colours and take after her mother.

CONNECTIONS

BEAU HARDWICK - Although their alliances couldn't possibly be more different, Emma has always found herself friendly with the boy next door. It's his darling sister, Abigail, that Emma finds herself most distant with. It seems most odd that the pair of them have remained so close after such attempts to weaken their bond and yet it's their cunning nature that seems to bring them together most of all. While Emma takes a much more quiet approach, Beau is reckless. He's a lost cause as far as his magic goes, a loose cannon that Emma has no problem setting off whenever she sees fit. As if two sides of the same coin, they play a dangerous game, crossing lines in which have been drawn out for centuries.  OLIVIA SAMUELS - Olivia has always been kind to Emma, she takes care of her in ways a mother should, and it's that reason alone that Emma finds it within herself to hold the Samuel's girl in such a high regard. She is a constant reminder of the good things that come to those who are less deserving, and it's a bond that Emma has a hard time shaking off. In fact, she isn't quite sure she'd ever want to. Where Emma is cautious of trust, Olivia trusts all too easily. Often times, Emma can be seen at the older girls side at Rituals and Coven meetings. RYAN PORTER - From the moment he steps foot in Davenport, Emma can't help but feel an inkling of annoyance at every word he speaks. Often times catching sight of one another in the town centre, she is more than likely to be less than pleased. Ryan knows how to push buttons, and he manages to get on every single one of Emma's nerves. While they aren't one hundred percent sure as to who the other is, and what side of the fight they stand on, the only thing they can agree on is that their blood seems to boil around one another.

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B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Emma Kathryn Ashby

NICKNAME(S): Em, Ems, or Volchitsa - but the last is only used by Brax. 

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: November 10th / 19.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Auror

SPECIES: Witch, Muggleborn

ETHNICITY: French/English Origins

NATIONALITY: English

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Emmy Rossum

HEIGHT: 5'6"

WEIGHT: 121

EYES: Light Brown

HAIR: Dark Brown

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Spattering of freckles across her shoulders, various scars and bruises from work and training, one delicate scar along the right side of her jawline - only about an inch in length. 

T H E A B S T R A C T :

GENERAL LIKES: Marlboro Menthols, vodka the color of ice that'll knock her on her ass with one sip, and her kitten Bourbon. Old books, vanilla scented candles, and coffee at the crack of dawn. 

GENERAL DISLIKES:fussy people, dishonesty for stupid reasons, cheap beer, and people who hurt children.

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: Irritatable, and scowling.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious and calculating. Loyal. Brave to a point of stupidity on occasion. Honest. Generous.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Overly blunt, pessimistic, narcissistic, bullheaded, impatient. Can be a bit lazy.

ZODIAC: Scorpio

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

R E L A T I O N S H I P S :

ELI WHETU: Her partner in the program. Her best friend. The reason she gets up most mornings. 

ALISTAIR INNES: An old flame, and older friend. She worries for him, but doesn't quite know how to even begin to fix the trainwreck that is his family

SEBASTIAN WEYMOUTH: Her best friend. She knows he's going insane and doesn't know how to fix it. He scares her - she can't lose him too on top of everything.

ABRAXAS SARIN: An old flame, a good lay, and an even better friend. She doesn't know where she'd be without Brax - all she knows is she doesn't want to find out.

MILLIE O'MURPHY: Emma finds her annoying, to say the least, but she has a little bit of affection for anyone with as much innocence as Millie does. Plus, Eli likes her, so Emma has to be nice.

H I S T O R Y :

“When he asks you, about the one who came before him, you aren’t going to answer. You’re going to run.”

There never had been a single thing about Emma Ashby that stood out. Her life was decidedly un-extraordinary and uninteresting – so she compromised with the fates that had handed her a life that was the basic equivalent of watching paint dry.

If they wanted her to be boring, to keep her head down and truck along just like her parents – work as accountants in some cubicle filing paperwork for more important people with more interesting lives – than she would force herself to look up with the bit in her teeth and force herself into the spotlight.

She filled her young life with fairy tales, and superimposed herself in the place of the hero – she was the brave young woman who climbed the tower on a golden rope of hair to fight the witch and save the princess. It was Emma, not St. George, who slew the dragon and rode her white horse back to town with the head dragging in the dust behind her. She was the one who lead her army in the Vanguard – cutting down everything around her in a swath of blood.

And finally, all her dreaming and all her wishing and all her determination came to a head.

Her letter arrived on the wings of a great brown barn owl, and Emma’s parents could only blink in shock and surprise at the Ministry official who came along with it to explain that their daughters – for Emma’s little sister Morgaine’s letter was on file – were magical. Somewhere in the Ashby bloodline was a witch or a wizard and that magic had slept dormant in their veins until Emma and Morgaine came crashing into the sunlight with it burning like fire in their veins.

Emma was ecstatic.

She threw herself into her studies with a wild passion, and devoured every book her professors placed in front of her. She heard the echoes of the ravages of the war against Voldemort – saw it in the way people look at the green and silver tie around her neck – but she simply shrugged it off. She was a witch, nothing would ruin this for her.

Everything she’d ever dreamed was coming true – until she met him.

He had eyes like the grass in the spring, full of the promise of new life and half shimmering with the sunlight of the morning sunrise. His blonde hair made her stomach do backflips as he looked up at her through it with that crooked grin she’d fallen for in three days flat. It hadn’t taken her long to love the muggle boy with eyes like spring and freckles like constellations across his skin, and it took him even less time to whisper forever into the small of her back and the top of her spine.

Emma Ashby was fifteen when she fell in love. Fifteen and vulnerable; and he spent the year discovering her weaknesses, filling the cracks in the armor with his presence, and forcing himself into her world, her very existence. He was her everything, and Emma lost herself within him. She began to fail classes, leaving school for weekend trips back home to see her love. She was desperate for the attention, for someone to see her and only her. She had lived so long in her sister’s shadow that, at the smallest indication that she could be better than the elder Ashby sister, she took the slope before her at a run, paying no mind to the warning signs.

She was sixteen when she learned that heartbreak was not some abstract concept for authors and musicians to wax poetic about. She never saw it coming. Never thought that betrayal could tear her fairytale to shreds. She never thought that her sister could be so cruel – and never had she been so wrong.

The Ashby sisters had never been at odds until Emma began to outshine Morgaine. As her jealousy and bitterness grew, the elder sister watched, and the elder sister planned. During her last year at Hogwarts she became utterly consumed with a desire to prove herself better than her little sister. Morgaine created an elaborate plan to prove she had, once again, come out on top. In darkened corners and in stolen moments, she made her moves. With promises and whispers of magic and love that could all be his she won Emma’s love away, until he was whispering his forevers into Morgaine’s hair, along her spine, against her neck.

But that wasn’t enough for Morgaine – Emma had to know Morgaine had won. And so, just after Christmas holiday, she invited Emma home for a dinner, under the ruse of reconciliation, but when she arrived at her parent’s little home, it was only to find her sister and her muggle love – her love with the eyes of spring – in bed together.

They announced their engagement within the month, and he proudly claimed that he’d only ever used Emma, he insisted, had always loved Morgaine, had always wanted Morgaine. She watched, in silence, as her love married her sister – as Morgaine stole the fairy tale Emma hadn’t even know her sister had lusted after. Emma watched, and her love shriveled up within her chest, her heart turned to stone between her ribs, and she vowed to never let herself feel, to never let herself love, to never open herself to heartbreak again.

Emma spent her last two years at Hogwarts burying herself in her studies. She excelled in her classes – never top grades, but always in the upper tiers. She rejected her friends, pushed them away until she was left with the very few who clung to her, clung to the Emma they had known, and refused to let her lock herself away in a tower forever.

It was only in her seventh year that Emma found new purpose. Estranged from her family – refusing to see Morgaine – she began to spend her holidays at the castle, wandering aimlessly, reading the few books in the library she hadn’t already devoured, as she wasted away the idle hours until school began again.

It was during one of these Christmases that one of the Aurors, stationed at the school due to the rising threat of Voldemort’s leftover followers and copy cats, offered to fill those empty hours. He became her mentor, her friend, and, eventually, her confidant and savior. He trained her, taught her how to shape her body into a weapon, and, after her graduation, he pitched the Auror Academy to her.

Somewhere, in the midst of her training and her studying for the Auror tests, Emma had forgotten to keep her walls strong, her armor thick. Somewhere within all the long late nights spent with Gideon, Emma had forgotten how much love hurt – and she let herself fall for the Auror who’d swept in like a white knight and shown her how to save herself.

But love’s a bitch, and the fates refused to let Emma be happy.

Three days after her fast tracked graduation from the Auror program, when she was only eighteen, Gideon was murdered in the field by a Voldemort sympathizer. They brought his body in, and she watched, stone faced, as they prepared him for the funeral.

She didn’t cry.

She couldn’t cry.

Now one year later, Emma is working in the Department as an Auror. In the midst of fake He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s working their way across the country, rounding up Death Eaters who remain loyal to their misguided cause, and mountains of paperwork and petty law enforcement cases she is growing cold once more.

She has her fairy tale – the interesting life she’d always wanted for herself – and yet, just like damsels in distress she’d always seen herself saving, Emma’s cursed. She lives in fear that the world will take everyone she loves from her – that they will betray her or die on her – and so she has built her walls strong, and forced her armor to be flawless.

She will not be hurt again.

She will not let herself be hurt again.

[theladynadinerahl]

Emma Gray

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Emma grew up under the shadow of her father, a skilled lawyer and name partner of Rand, Calder & Gray. Despite her family's wealth, she prefers to live on the money that she earns. Despite her own ability, Emma has never been good with taking tests, so she never gets a high enough LSAT score for Harvard. Unable to get into law school, she decided to begin working as a paralegal at Pearson Hardman.

[half-of-blood-blog]

"There was a new girl in town, She had it all figured out, Well I’ll state something rash, She had the most amazing… smile"

Conheça a semideusa Emma Lee, ela tem 18 anos, é uma descendente de Íris. E mesmo que se pareça muito com a Chloe Norgaard, não a confunda com ela.

↳ Emma Lee está FECHADA

Player: Cherry

O que deve saber:

↳ Emma morava com o pai em Seattle, era feliz e tudo era perfeito. O pai trabalhava como mecânico para ganhar dinheiro e era pintor nas horas vagas. Ela sabia que foi a arte que tinha aproximado os pais mas ela não tinha ideia de quem era a mãe.

↳ Quando tinha doze anos, alguns assaltantes vieram roubar a casa dos Lee pensando que poderiam arrumar algum dinheiro e coisa assim porém não conseguiram nada. Frustrados com isso, os assaltantes extravasaram a sua raiva no pobre senhor Lee. Emma viu o pai morrer na sua frente. A menina escapou por pouco, ela mexeu a luz da lâmpada e fez um arco-iris forte demais para cegar um deles. Emma correu noite a dentro, chorando e fugindo de tudo e todos.

↳ No outro dia, Emma conheceu Henry, um sátiro. A notícia que a mãe não estava desaparecida foi um alívio para a pequena Lee, e depois, ela foi para o acampamento junto de Henry, feliz da vida.

↳ A vida no acampamento não era ruim e Emma gosta de aproveitar isso. Com seu jeito brincalhão e zoeiro, ela gosta de falar com todo mundo e se rolar um clima com qualquer tipo de pessoa, ela costuma jogar seu charme e quase sempre fica com a pessoa. Emma tem a fama de puta do acampamento mas ela mal liga pra isso, seu coração era bem maior que isso.

Seu jeito de ser: 

+ Companheira, sincera, divertida

- Dramática, sem vergonha, atirada

Extras:

↳ Ela tem poderes de mudar a cor do cabelo pra qual cor ela quiser.

↳ Ela usa um arco que se transforma em uma presilha de cabelo e as flechas se transformam em um colar.

↳ Seu maior medo é ser deixada de lado.

↳ Emma gosta de manter uma cor de cabelo por dia, como se fosse uma diversão. 

↳ Ela gosta de cantar músicas e dançar feito uma louca.