Post by emmeline vance on Nov 16, 2008 20:30:14 GMT -5
emmeline keira vance
||what do you see when you look at me [/font]
Name/Alias: LEE
Age: seventeen
RP Experience: er... 8 years?
How Did You Found Us: skills.
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: hopefully at least once a day/once every other day.
Other Characters: none yet.
||you say you know me [/font]
Character's Full Name: Emmeline Keira Vance.
Nicknames: emme, em, emmie, emmers, ducky.
Age: seventeen
Year: seventh
Canon or Original: canon
House: gryffindor
Birthday: march 23rd
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Blood Status: pureblood
||still you've got no clue [/font]
Play By: elyse taylor
Appearance: "As my dad likes to say, 'Emmers, you've got your mother's good looks.' But I have found that this means thick blonde hair and enough freckles to make me look as though I came from WAAAY up North. Ugh. I guess I'll start from the top, hmm? I mean, it would be quite pointless to start from the waist and go up to my neck and then describe my feet. Er...right. Anyway.
Hair. One of the Vance traits is the hair. I'm sure I probably look like a bloody lion from the back. I usually cannot be bothered to really mess with it. I've broken two hairbrushes already. It's terribly thick - like, lose your hand in the mass thick. It's blonde. Or platinum, really... I've cut it so many times I don't know where one layer ends and the other begins... I dunno, it's hair. I don't really pay attention to it - it keeps my head warm and enables people to make fun of me.
Okay, next is my face. It's pretty thin and angular. Blame my dad. I mean, you look at my mom, and she's this elegant beauty with soft features, and then you see my dad, who's like a caveman in disguise, and then you see me, this odd mixture of both. I got the high cheekbones from my mum, and the strong jaw from my dad. My button nose is thanks to my mom, as are my lips. I guess they're shapely if anything. Don't get me started on those bloody freckles. They're everywhere. My mum calls them angel kisses. Pfft. As if. They're annoying. I feel like a little kid with them. People say, 'Emmie, you've got such fair skin.' which translates to 'Emmie, you're so pale that you must burn under candlelight.' I'm sad to say that this is fairly true. I'm incredibly pale... I mean, I don't burn under candlelight, but you can see my veins and stuff...
Well, let's just talk about the overall picture now, hmm? I'm far too tall for my own good. I'm 5'10. My dad says I'm far too skinny. I guess I am. I'm about 135, and it shows. I mean, I have enough to ensure that I'm a girl, but that's about it. My shoulderblades stick out, and I can fit into some pretty small spaces. Kinda sucks. So I'm like, itty-bitty. My torso is a little bit shorter than my legs, but that isn't really saying much, is it?
Okay, so clothes, right? Well, I'm not that big into skirts and dresses, mostly because it makes flying...really...awkward. I like denims. Mine are usually all ripped up and loose. Nothing comes in the 'skinny tall brat' size, so usually I have to buy them 4 sizes too big so the bottoms reach my shoes. Speaking of shoes, I like trainers, of course. I can't wear high heels, because then every guy I'm with gets mad. Something about smashing their manly dignity. Total bull. If I want to wear those badass leopard print stilletos, I'm wearing them. If you have a problem, then that heel will go right up your -- ahem. Excuse me.
Lastly, I'm drop dead gorgeous. No, seriously. Some people need sunglasses to look at me, I'm so radiant. Well, not really. I think I'm good-looking. I remember this one time, I was helping this little 3rd year get a book from the top shelf, and he said 'goshyou'repretty.' and then ran away. Of course, my friends were sitting right there and started killing themselves with laughter. Didn't hear the end of that one. But anyway, I think I look like the nice-mannered girl that secretly ties you up at night and demands that you refer to her as 'master.'"
||off all the things that I can do[/font]
Likes:
daffodils.
Romance novels. [she's a sap]
Rain
Dancing
Loud noises
Thrift shops
Bad puns
Quidditch
Displays of Affection
Ice cream
Baking
Cigarettes
Butterbeer
Reading
Pancakes
Her friends
baked goods
reading
long division
math theory
sleeping
lounging outside in the shade
silence
snowflakes
toy cars
ancient books
big raindrops
origami
yoga
cooking
winter
honesty
good conversations
eggplant
tarts
candy
crisps
mistletoe
listening
ghost stories
hot cocoa
painting
daydreaming
cleaning
rainbow order
fuzzy slippers
blankets
sleeping
walks in the moonlight
cartwheels
puzzles
ice cream
chocolate
acid pops
peter pan
charles dickens.
Dislike:
roses
Mornings
Being too cold or too hot
pureblood mania
Clowns
Mice
Thunder
Cereal
Hangovers
Not knowing where she is
Lost socks
Guys who think they are sex on legs
Sluts
moldiewarts and his little posse
people getting hurt
her madam puddifoot's uniform.
cheating
liars
seeing someone cry
spiders
summer
being sick
getting drunk
bugs with too many legs
snakes
the sight of veins
too much cologne on a guy
too much perfume on a girl
pepper
feet
liars
carrots
being cold
oatmeal
raisins
looking pruny after a shower
polyester fabric
too many flavors in food
needles
sharp objects in general
spiders
bugs of any kind
salamanders
frogs
animals with too many legs
animals with no legs
Strengths:
can think on her feet
intelligent
brave
loyal
compassionate [when the mood strikes her]
sense of humor
open-minded
competitive.
Weaknesses:
childish
mean streak
reckless
acts before she thinks
thunder
clowns
puppy-dog eyes
selfless to a fault
dense
competitive
too trusting.
Boggart: the bodies of her friends and family, dead because of something she did.
Patronus: "dumb fucking dog. i guess they're loyal, or something, but really, i wish i got something badass."
Personality:
complex. [kom-pleks] --adj. 1. composed of many interconnected parts 2. so complicated or intricate as to be hard to understand or deal with 3. Emmeline Vance.
Honestly, if you tried to explain Emmeline in three words, your brain would explode. She has so many layers that it's hard to believe she is not clinically insane. First off, when you talk to Emmeline, she is a little bit quiet until you get her onto a conversation topic she likes. Then it is hard to get her to stop. She has absolutely no control over what she says, and will often just switch into broken French because she can't think of the words in English. She gets very comfortable very fast with people and will not care if she comes off as weird.
Aside from being talkative, she is also very optimistic. It isn't exactly on purpose, but she is the type to think of the glass as half full. This constant happiness can make her insanely hyper, and will not hesitate to tackle or talk your ear off. Just be prepared if you run into her. Seriously, she's seventeen going on four.
Emme is the type of person to like someone almost immediately. She is not thrown by house rivalry or anything like that. - she believes that everyone has some good in them, and this has caused her to get hurt. Emmeline puts far too much trust in people she shouldn't, and, although she knows she should be pickier, it is simply not in her nature. When dealing with emotions, Emmeline acts as though she has all the control in the world. She is outwardly happy and often speaks about whatever is troubling her. Her anger is another issue - it seems to be the only emotion she does not have a firm grasp on. She has a short fuse ignited by the silliest things.
She loves every single one of her friends, and often shows this despite audiences. Emmeline likes climbing on her friends (which she can accomplish mainly because of her small stature and her friends' patience.) as well as kissing them. She has no censorship on her affections, and really will not care is someone laughs at her. Emme just works that way. To the unlucky enemies, Emmeline is fierce and sarcastic. She shows mock friendliness towards people she doesn't like, and often acts cheeky. Her comments can be biting, and her hatred of losing shines through. She usually cannot control her tongue, and often leaves her enemies dumbfounded or dazed. She doesn't think things through and usually her actions leave her with a bloody nose or a stern talking-to.
One thing that Emmeline (and everyone else) knows is her recklessness. She is the type of person who'd push a bit red button while saying, "what's this thing do?" (and then the floor collapses etc. etc.) She loves to explore, and will often put herself in danger just to see how far she can go. You can tell she was rather popular with her teachers. Yes, Emmeline was not exactly the model student. Sure, she had goodgrades and passed, but that doesn't mean she didn't spend every other day in detention.
As you must have gathered, Emmeline is incredibly dense. She may have been popular with the boys in school, but she never acknowledged this, and probably broke a few hearts by using the term 'friends' frequently. She is easily amused, and loves the little things. (i.e. birds in the park, little rides outside of supermarkets, and spinning around.) You can give her some trinket, and she'll be preoccupied for hours. In fact, Emme can get so wrapped up in things that she forgets to eat. (sometimes her friends would come upstairs to the dorm and see her lying on the floor, passed out.)
Emmeline is rather dreamy at times. She tends to space out - not because she's bored, but because she just thinks about a lot of stuff at once, or nothing at all. She is a simple girl at first glance, easily amused and soft spoken. Emmeline doesn't need anything at all, really. She's rather low maintenance, when she needs to be. She's the type of girl who could be stranded on a desert island with nothing to eat but mushrooms, and she could be content. (mostly because she finds mushrooms to look ridiculous, and will laugh uncontrollably if she sees one.)
But Emmeline wasn't in Gryffindor for nothing. Her determination and bravery got her in there, and she continues to display these traits. She is always willing to put herself in danger to help her friends, and her determination (stubbornness) keep her from quitting. She was extremely competitive in school - from screaming matches to quidditch games - and really never stops trying until she is satisfied.
Unfortunately, Emmeline has started to finally realize that everything simply cannot be fun and games. After her seventeenth birthday, she had to grow up very fast. She turned, in a way, cold. Besides looking her age, she started to act like it too. Sure, Emmeline tried to enjoy herself, but she never went anywhere without her wand. She was constantly alert, and realized that she couldn't be as trusting as she was before. She holds herself differently, walks with a certain poise that comes with the burden of responsibility. Her family seems to think that it is finally Emmeline's turn to bloom into a real lady.
||history may repeat itself [/font]
Father: edward vance, 50, married.
Mother: juliet vance, 53, married
Siblings: "none, thankfully."
Other Family: ashford vance - grandfather
History:
When Edward was born, his parents knew he would be an amazing wizard. The Vance line was full of scholars, inventors and curse breakers. As he grew, Edward was naturally curious about everything and would often wander in the forest near the Vance manor. He was a tad headstrong as a child, but that was easily moulded by lessons.
As he grew, Edward was turned into an upright example of a Vance. He was fed information, and was told that any good pureblood would get sorted into Slytherin, or Ravenclaw.
Then, disaster struck.
"GRYFFINDOR, BOY?!"
"Father, it must have been a mistake. Emmie got --"
"Don't you dare talk about that thing so gently. She's not a Vance, and neither are you!"
Years were rough after that. Edward dreaded the day he came home, and would get constant howlers. Around fourteen, he didn't want anything to do with the Vance name. It was nothing but trouble. He then decided that he would go through any length to remove himself from the family.
It was around this time that he met Juliet. She was a small girl, with beautiful rosy cheeks and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Edward fell in love immediately with the older girl.
"M-Miss Montrose?"
"Please, call me Juliet."
"Right, well Miss Juliet, I was wondering if you might like to marry me?"
"I-what? Well, that's an awfully...odd question."
"Well, we could wait until after graduation."
"How about a date first?"
"That...sounds wonderful."
Edward was shaking by the time they got back. She was everything he ever wanted in a wife. She was friendly, funny, and filled with so much...happiness. And, above all else, she liked him for exactly what he was. He was an awkward, stubborn boy with absolutely no social skills.
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His father was none too happy when Edward told him that Juliet agreed to marry him.
"...The worst kind of people, boy. Those Montroses are nothing but traitors."
"I love her, father."
"They give wizards a bad name."
"I still love her, father."
"Then I will not come to your wedding."
And he kept to his word. The wedding was hardly fancy. It couldn't be with everything so secured. Juliet wore a peach sweater and a skirt, while Edward was forced into dress robes by Juliet's lovely mother. She even managed to put gel in his hair. Needless to say, everything was covered in cake by the end of the wedding. No matter how many lessons in manners Edward recieved, he was as loony as his ex house mates.
The years went by very fast. Edward and Juliet had gotten a small but comfortable cottage by the sea. It was fairly quiet there, but when Edward heard that things were becoming even worse in the cities, he tried to convince Juliet to move closer to her family. She was hesitant at first, and decided not to tell Edward that she was pregnant. She knew how worried he was about her family, and didn't want him to worry about his unborn child as well right now.
So they moved to London, and closer to everyone. Times were dangerous, but they managed to lay low for a while. About 3 months after the move, Edward started to get a bit worried about Juliet's constant sickness, and her extreme craving for pickled onions. Not to mention the slight gain of weight around her middle... He had thought about talking to her about it, but decided against it for the time being. Maybe it was a girl thing. ...In the 6th month of pregnancy, Edward could not just disregard everything as a girl thing.
"So Juliekins. You're uh-- putting on a bit of chubb there. It's like you're --"
"Eddie, how thick can you get?"
At a nice 6 lbs 4 oz, Emmeline was born in March. She was a very unhappy child, and caused her parents much grief for 2 years. They had consulted every child expert they knew, and yet no one could see why their daughter was so grumpy. Although unable to talk, she refused any hugs or kisses her parents gave her, and really just wanted to play with her blocks in peace. Edward was more flustered than Juliet, and kept blaming his genes because his father was one of the grumpiest people he knew. Juliet dismissed this.
Almost abruptly after Emme's 2nd birthday, she became much more amiable. She was less like a 60 year old man, and more like a 2 year old girl. She started laughing, and loved her parent's affections. After her attitude change, Em's childhood went by rather fast. Her father would tell her stories about school, how he set fire to almost everything he put his hands on. Emmeline would laugh and began to aniticipate the day she got her Hogwarts letter.
But before that, there was an unexpected visit.
"F-father?"
"So you've had a daughter. Just as ugly as her father."
"Get out."
"You need to teach her the ways, Edward. Just because you failed doesn't mean she has to."
"I will not have my daughter's head filled with that nonsense you fed me."
"If she gets into Gryffindor, Edward, I will no longer support you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Then I will teach her myself."
Although Ashford left, Emmeline's father seemed worried. He had been through hell when the sorting hat shouted Gryffindor. Would Emmeline be taken away, would Ashford do something stupid? Well, he most certainly did. He would take Emmeline out and flaunt her to every pureblood family there was. Emmeline often got her ears cuffed because she would frequently 'embarrass the family'.
Two months before Emmeline's eleventh birthday, she got the letter she had been waiting for. She and her mother went shopping the day after.
Then came September 1st. Her parents hurried her onto the train after a tearful goodbye.
"Write as soon as you're sorted."
"I will mum."
"And if anybody picks on you, kick them and run, okay ducky?"
"Okay, dad."
"Have fun. And don't forget to brush your teeth!"
Emmeline had made friends rather quickly on that train. She had become attached to many of the loons like herself who were just as excited as she was. Candy from the trolley had made them even more hyped up. As they reached the castle, Emmeline let out a squeal. It was huge. It was awesome.
She was one of the first to get in the door, wanting to explore instantly. The staircases moved, the portraits talked, there was a ghost with his head nearly off...It was all marvelous. While most were afraid of the random ghosts, Emmeline made friends with them. She couldn't help it.
As people got sorted, she observed the houses. The Slytherin table was very proper, and seemed to be taunting a certain Gryffindor House, who in turn stuck out their tongues and drew lions with their wands. The Hufflepuff table seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing at each joke passed by the debating tables. Ravenclaws thought this whole ordeal was quite stupid.
As Emme's name was called, she hesitated. What if she got into some bad house? Gryffindor and Hufflepuff seemed to be the most fun, while Slytherin and Ravenclaw intimidated her. The Deputy Headmistress called her forward and placed the Sorting hat on her head. It had barely touched her head before yelling out 'GRYFFINDOR!!'
Gryffindor seemed to be the perfect house for her. Most of them were complete loons, and Emmeline fit in perfectly. She wrote to her parents that night, telling them how wonderful she felt. Everything seemed to be perfect.
But as soon as Edward recieved her letter, he knew that his father would catch wind soon. Ashford was over everyday, and it seemed as though Edward was being beaten into submission. Lecture after lecture came, and he started to feel a lingering feeling of dissapointment in Emmeline. She wasn't good enough to be a Vance, he was told. She would make friends with the wrong people. She would get horrible marks on her OWLS and NEWTS.
Edward was never the same after those visits. As Emmeline came home after that, her father would lock himself away in his study. Her mother would say not to worry, but Emmeline knew that somehow, she had done something wrong.
"Dad?"
"Yes, ducky?"
"Is Gryffindor a bad house?"
"No, sweetheart. There have been many great wizards in Gryffindor. I'm sure you'll do great things too."
His words were reassuring, and Emmeline soon adjusted to the silence and the absence of her father. Anyway, Hogwarts was just too great to put aside for silly family matters.
Her years at Hogwarts went by too fast. As she grew older, she settled in with a nice group of friends as crazy and mischevious as she was. They pranked and partied like there was no tomorrow, and Emmeline was perfectly content with that. She got into trouble on a regular basis, and yet she loved serving detentions with her friends.Her favorite subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was very good in this subject, and looked forward to it every day. Her downfall was Divination. She felt that this class was a complete waste of her time, and often wanted to throw the crystal ball at her teacher's head.
Emmeline had plans. She wanted to join the order as soon as she graduated. She wanted to help. She left her 'family values' behind, bought her parents a small home in Godric's Hollow with money from her plethora of odd jobs and inheritance. Her grandfather caught wind quickly that she was opposing everything he was for. It wasn't a surprise that he came to the flat she procured.
"Emmeline. This is nonsense. What about everything I taught you?"
"Taught? I think you mean what you forced down my throat. I was taught nothing."
"You're making a mistake. He'll win, Emmeline."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." With that, Emmeline pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and closed the door in the other's face.
She was done with that shit.
||at least I've got skills[/font]
RP Sample:
[only one i could find. it's a bit DX mature....]
Emmeline wished that she could be the girl that Remus could love. She wished that she was more like Hestia Jones or Marlene Mckinnon. Remus seemed to like those types of girls. The type that you brought home to your parents. Emmeline was the girl you carted around if you wanted to piss off your parents, or upset an ex. She certainly was not the girl that mother approved of. There were times when Emmeline wasn't a complete arse, however. Good table manners appeared. She had good posture. She knew how to sweet talk. Things that were taught to her at an early age popped up sometimes, but her overbearing nature usually canceled out her etiquette. But looking at Remus, with the ghost of a smile of his face, she wondered if any of that mattered. Maybe he was fine with her being a woman of many different vices, who didn't seem to have a care in the world. Maybe, since he thought that he was a disgusting animal, maybe Emmeline wasn't so bad in his eyes. He certainly didn't protest when they fucked, and even afterwards, there was no trace of regret on his features. It made her quite happy to find no disgust on his face, as if he had lost his virginity to an old hag. No, instead there was an emotion in his face that Emmeline was not too familiar with.
Love. Well, maybe not, but there was something in him that told her that he had at least loved this experience. She wanted to show him more, to keep that look on his face forever. Usually, she didn't really care if the people around her were happy. But Remus was different. She wanted to make him feel good, because if gave her pleasure. She felt ashamed that she wanted so much from him. Emmeline was clinging to him for a chance at a normal life, doing the things that people her age were doing. But even though she wanted to try out the couple thing, Emmeline's sexuality was hungry for more. She ached to be near him, to just go with the flow and rest with his arms around her, and on the other hand, she wanted to do everything there was to be done to him. He had always been the student, and even during sex, he was observing. His kisses were getting better and better. She wasn't sure if he was getting used to her body, or if she was changing herself to like where he touched, but he seemed to have learned what made her tick. It was thrilling to her. She wasn't used to Remus' gentle hands. Or anyone being gentle with her, really. There was a whole new side to sex and foreplay. Honestly, Emmeline thought that the whole 'making love' shit was a bloody joke. But now, with her body relaxed, exhausted, happy, Emmeline realized that she had been very wrong about sex. There was so much more to it than just a fuck. It could be very enjoyable, calming, even.
It was all terribly confusing. And what was even more confusing was the fact that Emmeline liked it. She liked trying to figure things out, especially when they were as mysterious as Remus was. How attractive he was, yet he never seemed to notice it, his kind nature, even though his life had fucked him over. The way he fit so perfectly against her - that was the most confusing. How comfortable she was, how warm she felt when she saw his smile. Everything had happened so suddenly, and Emmeline found herself liking Remus more than she ever thought she would. He was off limits. There was no way that this would work out. Even if Remus liked her back, there was no way. The fact that he was a werewolf came into her mind. She had never really thought about it - never cared. She never saw him as Remus the werewolf. Remus the friend, Remus the helper, Remus the fabulous, handsome, malnourished man. She never stuck the label of werewolf on him. Even though Remus was an avid supporter of pity parties, Emmeline wanted to show him that there was so much more to him than the part that he loathed. The animal residing under his skin. In fact, although ashamed to admit it, Emmeline was a bit grateful to the wildness in him. It was what had brought them together in the first place, wasn't it? If he had been the meek, pathetic Remus, Emmeline might have been rejected outright. Scolded, even. It was wrong, he would say. And she had to agree, but she didn't care. She wanted him. She loved the look on his face, the way his shoulders sagged, how the sun made every line on him visible. He seemed fine with the fact that both were naked. Her own embarrassment was gone. She knew how fucked up her body was. She had never taken care of her body. Never ate enough, slept enough. But right now, she didn't care. Emmeline felt like she was glowing, as if her scars had disappeared, like she had a normal looking body.
She felt drowsy, and moved herself closer to him. His eyes were locked on hers, and it made her slightly uneasy. Was he observing her, or was he regretting it? What if the only thing keeping him here was his lack of clothes? Emmeline sighed and tried to read him. Her blue eyes searched his, but she quickly looked away. She was scared that he would be able to see what was on her mind. The fear, shame, the love. Emmeline watched his reaction. Was that - shock? My, the boy really was clueless. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around why Emmeline had fucked him, and a light smile appeared on her lips. "I wanted to," she said,, pushing one leg between his to get closer. It was cold, but she didn't want to put her clothes on. She liked the feeling of his skin on hers too much. Emmeline laughed quietly, twirling his hair between her fingers. "I'm glad you liked it. Wait till I tell everyone." She teased, grinning. It would get out, of course. Emmeline wanted people to know that she had been Remus' first. Maybe she could say it in front of that girl he hung around. Zenevieva. They had been an item in the past, and it looked like there was still something there. She realized that she was jealous of someone she barely knew, and she sighed. Honestly, she could be such a baby sometimes. Disappointment rushed through her again. Remus would never like a possessive girl like Emmeline. Someone who became jealous easily, and had a short fuse. Ugh.
And then, they were kissing, and everything vanished from her mind. Something in her sparked, and she kissed him back. She had forgotten everything about the techniques in kissing, and instead, let herself go with the flow. Her lips tingled, as if someone had pricked them with a dozen small needles tipped with Novocaine. But it was good. His lips were soft, eager against her own. He was so eager to please her, make her happy, and she in turn, wanted to fulfill his every whim. It wasn't like her to do things for others. Usually, there was some ulterior motive, something that would benefit Emmeline. But with Remus, the pure joy on the other's face motivated her to make him feel good. Her arms went around his neck, and she pressed herself against him. But it wasn't urgent, instead, her movements were slow and thick, simply enjoying his proximity and his kisses.
