Emma Spencer

[emmaspencer]

Name: Emma Spencer
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Pack: Havren
Desired Rank: Alpha Female
Appearance:

Emma is a petite young woman who stands at 5'3" and weighs approximately 110 pounds, though her eight tends to fluctuate slightly. Her hair is dark brown, very slightly wavy, and nearly reaches her waist. Her eyes are light brown and almond shaped. She has fair skin that tans only slightly in the summer. She has several scars on her body, though their origins are unknown to anyone other than herself. She tends to clothe herself casually and rarely wears skirts or dresses.

Personality:

Emma is quite personable though it generally takes her a little bit of time to warm up to another individual. She is skeptical and cautious and tends to question others' motives and intentions often. She keeps her personal life private and refrains from mixing her work and home life. As an alpha, she is dedicated and confident. She has very high standards for herself and those around her. She demands respect and expects her pack members to behave both kindly and intelligently. In order to keep her pack in line, she has in place a strict hierarchy that she consistently enforces. Each member is selected for a specific role and individuals are chosen based on personality and devotion. Emma has a dry sense of humor that often comes across as being snarky and rude. She enjoys tossing out her fair share of sarcastic remarks, hoping others won't be offended. Emma is also determined and when she sets her sights on something, she stops at nothing until she obtains it.

History:

Emma was born to two immature high school students on a warm summer night. Alisha and Cole were extremely ill equipped to care for an infant and after three stressful and unsuccessful months with their child, the young couple realized they were not prepared or able to care for such a needy youngster. Going through a formal adoption was a lengthy, time consuming process and it was by luck alone that Emma was placed in the care of the young couple's middle-aged neighbors Alisha and Cole. The pair was ready and willing to give Emma the love and care she deserved and needed. The child thrived, and grew into a happy adolescent who did well in school and had many wonderful friends. But with the inevitable destruction of the earth came many lasting repercussions. Disease ran rampant through the towns and cities, and left many casualties. Emma's father was among them. It wasn't long before Alisha fell ill, and became too weak to leave the confines of her now ramshackle little home. Fearing Emma would suffer the same fate, Alisha forced Emma onto a boat headed for Orien: a place she hoped would be safe and free of the disease and mayhem that plagued their hometown. Emma fought tooth and nail to remain with her mother but failed. Her journey at sea was lonely and frightening. She longed for her mother and the only home she had ever known. After a little over a week on the ship, Emma began to fall ill. Concerned that she was succumbing to the same fate as her parents, she hid her withering, pale form beneath blankets and sweaters. She knew that if anyone discovered her condition, she would be discarded immediately. Fortunately, she arrived in Orien in one piece and gradually, her body began to heal. Assertive and extremely intelligent, the young woman knew she needed to locate the other Lycanthropes in the area and pave a solid path for herself. Upon learning of an opening in the Havren pack, Emma took it upon herself to lay claim to the high position, certain that she could protect and lead a strong group of Lycanthropes. Her life in Orien looked promising, and Emma was pleased knowing that things were finally beginning to go her way. But, every so often, she felt a sharp pang of loneliness and something else, something frightening, clawing at her insides. Was it possible that Emma was still harboring a potentially serious illness?

Relatives:

Mother - Alisha Spencer (Alive)
Father - Cole Spencer (Deceased)

RP Sample:

It had been a rather long and dreary winter afternoon and as evening slowly came about, Emma found herself tired and a little bit cranky. She wasn't really in the mood to go out and socialize but because she was so new to the area, she thought that it would be best to get out and mingle before she made retreating a habit. What she really wanted to do was to go home, crack open a novel and lie in bed snacking lazily on something salty. But as the new alpha of a pack, she knew that laziness was not an option. The young woman was clothed rather warmly, wearing a worn but comfortable pair of faded blue jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and an oversized gray sweater with a hood and oversized dark buttons. On her feet she wore a simple pair of fuzzy black boots that were worn down and missing a few patches of faux fur. Emma wasn't a fashion diva by any means. She hated shoes and she wasn't much of a shopper so she normally wore sweats or anything she found comfortable and easy to move around in. Most of the clothing she owned didn't fit very well. Nearly everything was too large because she had either purchased it from a resale shop, or it had been passed down to her by someone she knew. Emma was a very petite young woman and no matter how much she ate, she never seemed to gain an ounce. And she ate a lot indeed. She had a junk food addiction and was rarely seen eating anything that wasn't full of sugar, salt, or starch.

As it were, she walked down the dimly lit street with a bag of salted chips in her left hand. She continually dipped her free hand into the bag, retrieving small masses of chips that were quickly tossed into her waiting mouth. It wasn't long before the chips were completely gone and she discarded the bag in what she suspected was some sort of trash can. There were quite a few people moseying about despite the unpleasant weather, and Emma tried her best to offer at least a few of the individuals she passed, a smile. The young woman often kept to herself and held conversations only when they were necessary but she was trying her best to get out there and be a little more social and outgoing. She could hold a conversation as well as the next person, it was just a matter of getting out and doing it. Emma wasn't shy per se, but she was new to Orien and was still trying to get accustomed to the differences between it and her former place of residence. She was under the impression that she was residing near a rather small village where the majority of the inhabitants knew one another fairly well. She was a little bit concerned that everyone would be so closely knit, that breaking into the fold would be nearly impossible. But if she didn't get out there and try, she would never know. Besides, she wanted her pack to grow and flourish, and how would that ever happen if she didn't put herself out there?

Though Emma wasn't particularly fond of the bar scene, she decided the bar would be the perfect place to begin her social journey. Veering left and pulling the heavy metal handle with both of her hands, she let herself in and stood quietly as her brown eyes adjusted to the dark interior. The bar wasn't terribly busy and despite a few loud patrons, things were rather quiet. The young woman made her way towards the center of the bar where she seated herself comfortably atop an oversized swiveling brown stool. Placing her hands on the sleek brown bar top, the young woman peered over at the drinks on tap and wondered which beer she ought to try. The young woman wasn't a huge fan of alcoholic drinks, but she could down a good brew with the best of them. Selecting a lighter beer, the young woman watched as the attractive middle aged tender poured the foaming liquid into a thick cold glass and slid it towards Emma's waiting hands. Before she took a sip of the drink, the young woman tucked her dark nearly waist length hair behind her ears and took a deep breath. Holding the mug in her left hand, she took a sip and allowed the cold drink to slip down her throat and into her eager stomach.

Most of the bar's patrons were sitting in small groups, conversing with one another about things that Emma simply couldn't keep up with. She didn't have much interest in the village gossip because she didn't know any of the individuals or situations the village people were referring to, and she wasn't much of a gossip anyway. Emma didn't care enough to meddle in the business of other people unless it affected her or someone she cared about in some negative way. Emma continued to take small swigs of her drink, wondering how on earth she was going to make friends without barging in on other people's conversations. If everyone was already so familiar and close with one another, how was someone new and perhaps a little unconventional like Emma going to make a place for herself? Taking another rather long sip of beer, she set the mug heavily on the bar top and sighed. She was going to be in for a long night.

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