Post by Emma Syra on Oct 16, 2011 16:28:38 GMT 8
Emma*Ann*Syra
[glow=blue,2,300]***THE ROLE PLAYER***[/glow]
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[glow=blue,2,300]***BASIC CHARACTER INFO***[/glow]
Name: Emma Ann Syra
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, not that they had a name for it then, but, that’s what she is.
Group: Commoner
Face Claim: Alexis Bledel
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER PERSONALITY***[/glow]
Likes: Warriors, Dancing, Attractive people, Swimming, Flowers
Dislikes: Cleaning, Royalty and/or nobility, Mornings, False people, swearing.
Good/Bad Habits:
Good: Remaining calm at all times. Always has food at her house, to give to the children that aren’t being fed at home.
Bad: Home always is a disaster zone, because she refuses to clean. She sometimes starts fights because she enjoys watching them, free entertainment.
Personality: Emma is very young at heart. She is care-free, and is almost always calm. She doesn’t mind things messy, and chaotic. However, she is a little too free, and flirts shamelessly, with anyone attractive (inside or out). She parties too much, and gets moody with her friends when they try to tell her to stop, usually won’t speak to them for a bit.
She’s naïve about the world, and thinks that everyone has a good part in them, and in the end will do the right thing. She allows everyone into her heart, and has been hurt many times, but always believes that it was her fault, because of that she has pretty low self-esteem. She tries to over compensate by having many people around her (good or bad).
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER HISTORY***[/glow]
Family: Emma was born to a single mother. However her mother always wanted to go out and have fun so she was basically raised by her grandparents. Her mothers name was Ann as was her mothers name. Emma's mother always said that her father was a rich nobelman from the East. Though Emma could rarely rely on what her mother said. She had two younger brothers, both also do not know who their father is. Their names are John and Twain.
History: Emma was born and raised in what was Cenred's kingdom to a single mother. Ann, her mother, was a fairly loose women who slept with many men, but always said Emma had noble blood in her. Her mother was hardly home however and her grandparents ensured she was looked after as a baby. At the age of five her grandfather had her out in the farm feeding all the animals and cleaning out their stalls.
Her mother hated the thought of her pretty little girl doing such things that would make her a farm girl so she found Emma a place in a tavern. Every night Emma would make her way down to the tavern and wash dishes and clean the tables. She was 8 at this time. The only time Emma really saw her mother was when she was going home from work and would help her mother home.
When Emma was ten her mother fell in love with a man in Camelot. As much as Emma begged her mother refused to continue living in the farm house with her parents. She desided it would be safest if she went there first and Emma would follow later.
Two years later a single letter came, the first news from her mother they had had since she left. It was short, simply sending word that she had born a son, and the man had left her. John was too much for her mother alone so Emma agreed it was time to move. She left her grandparents with tears in her eyes.
When she arrived in Camelot she didn't know what to expect, but definitely not what she saw. If was lively, cheerful, and bustling with people. She was in awe, and in love immediately. It was hard to find her mothers room, but even worst was finding work. None of the taverns seemed adverse to hiring her. Finally a very seedy place did. It was the first time she worked as a bar maid.
She did this job for three years, in that time she had had many men in her life, through her mothers bed, and through her own. Her mother had Twain.
Emma continued working in the bar, and doing other small jobs to ensure they had a place to stay and food on the table. When she was twenty, she finally had saved up enough to buy a small tavern on a soddy street.
[glow=blue,2,300]***ROLE PLAY SAMPLE***[/glow]
Mira lay in the grass just outside of the palace. There was a banquette of some sort, but she hated them, so she found herself outside looking up at the stars. She could see all the lovely constellations; laying back further into the grass she began counting the stars, although it is impossible she found it was the only thing to do.
She never understood how anyone could go to something like this, and enjoy themselves. She never could sit with someone and speak about meaning-less things for an hour, dance, and then continue on with the conversation.
Looking down the hill she was sitting on top of she could see the ?haunted? tombs. She rolled her eyes and picked a blue flower from the patch beside her hand stroking the petals before pulling them off one by one until only the stem was left. ?Haunted?? She muttered to herself.
She thought back to the last party that had been at this place, it was for some knights? birthday. Later she found out the man hadn?t even been there. It was just in celebration of him. That was the first time she had even been allowed a sip of wine, it was dreadful.
Her brothers had teased her later on in the night when they found her in this same spot. They said that the tombs were haunted, and if she went in there a ghost would eat her. She didn?t believe them, so they told her to go there by herself. She had accepted, but nothing happened. It was all a waste of her time. It took her an hour to get there without getting caught, and then she had to stay there for two hours. By the time she had gotten back, the party had ended, her dress was ripped, and her father was very cross with her. All her brothers could say was, ?Well if you had just listened to us, you wouldn?t have had to try to prove yourself.?
For the next few parties after that one Mira was forced to stay with either Emily or her father the entire time. It was most distasteful. She was made to dance, and even once she had to sing. When she spoke of the events to her Aunt, she was told to hold her chin up, and that everything would work out.
She chucked the stem away when she heard some men, perhaps guards, walking down the path towards her, she quickly got up and hid behind a bush and began listening into their conversation, ?Did you hear? The Queen is with child. I heard King Miraz is very hopeful for a son.?
Crouching on her knees she leaned forward, her curious nature getting the best of her, but other than a nod from the other man they said nothing. She pouted her red lips a little and sat back. The only interesting thing that she heard all night, and it wasn?t even said to her. She would have had a witty reply.
When they walked away she got up from her hiding place and shuffled her dress to get all the dried grass and leafs off it before walking down the path to the stables where she would spend the rest of the night.
She never understood how anyone could go to something like this, and enjoy themselves. She never could sit with someone and speak about meaning-less things for an hour, dance, and then continue on with the conversation.
Looking down the hill she was sitting on top of she could see the ?haunted? tombs. She rolled her eyes and picked a blue flower from the patch beside her hand stroking the petals before pulling them off one by one until only the stem was left. ?Haunted?? She muttered to herself.
She thought back to the last party that had been at this place, it was for some knights? birthday. Later she found out the man hadn?t even been there. It was just in celebration of him. That was the first time she had even been allowed a sip of wine, it was dreadful.
Her brothers had teased her later on in the night when they found her in this same spot. They said that the tombs were haunted, and if she went in there a ghost would eat her. She didn?t believe them, so they told her to go there by herself. She had accepted, but nothing happened. It was all a waste of her time. It took her an hour to get there without getting caught, and then she had to stay there for two hours. By the time she had gotten back, the party had ended, her dress was ripped, and her father was very cross with her. All her brothers could say was, ?Well if you had just listened to us, you wouldn?t have had to try to prove yourself.?
For the next few parties after that one Mira was forced to stay with either Emily or her father the entire time. It was most distasteful. She was made to dance, and even once she had to sing. When she spoke of the events to her Aunt, she was told to hold her chin up, and that everything would work out.
She chucked the stem away when she heard some men, perhaps guards, walking down the path towards her, she quickly got up and hid behind a bush and began listening into their conversation, ?Did you hear? The Queen is with child. I heard King Miraz is very hopeful for a son.?
Crouching on her knees she leaned forward, her curious nature getting the best of her, but other than a nod from the other man they said nothing. She pouted her red lips a little and sat back. The only interesting thing that she heard all night, and it wasn?t even said to her. She would have had a witty reply.
When they walked away she got up from her hiding place and shuffled her dress to get all the dried grass and leafs off it before walking down the path to the stables where she would spend the rest of the night.