Emma-Fay

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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name of Character:. Emma-Fay
.:Nick Name:. Emma
.:Age:. 8 years young
.:Status:. Druid Nomad

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Emma-Fay has long dirty blonde hair that reaches her mid back. It's well taken care of and is often shinny, and clean, her hair is something she prides herself on, for not many women can keep their hair so long and in such good shape. Emma's eyes are a beautiful icy blue color, that seem to look into your very soul. Her features are soft, and child like and a little awkward at times, for she has yet to grow into her adult body. Her face is soft and baby smooth, free from blemishes. She stands a little shorter then most her age, and is of average weight for her height.
.:Height:. Stands about 3'7
.:Portrayed by:. Alexa Gerasimovich

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:.Emma-Fay. What to say about her. She is not exactly lucky, her life has been nothing shot of abnormal, which caused her to grow up in...well not the best home. So naturally she's a little off. She is generally cautious around people, especially the ones she does not know. Often she'll hide behind something, until she's sure it's safe, just like a child should. Though really people should be hiding from her, or behind her. For Emma is quiet the powerful young girl. She may look shy, and innocent but that's not necessarily true. In fact yes, she is shy, and being a child naturally she's innocent, but as she grows she'll learn to over come her shyness, and be the women she's needed to be. Emma was raised right, as right as someone in the same situation could be raised. A powerful young girl, who is sure to take over the world, with a strong willed father, a determined young women with nothing to lose. That's just how it works. But really, Emma is a sweet girl, once you break down her walls... rather the walls society put up for her. The walls she keeps up strictly for her safety.

Emma is super sweet, someone you'll love, and who will love you. She's pretty much always been this way. Though people don't really see that side of her. Seeing as she keeps her walls up, keeps herself safe, but safe from what, she has no idea. It's the whole don't ask don't tell thing. She's really quite stand-offish. Quiet cautious, unable to trust anyone, without an adults approval first(A trusted adult). She also tries to be positive about everything, though it normally does not work that way. She also wont take I can't as an answer. In fact say I can't around Emma, and she'll make sure you can, and will. Emma-Fay is a great friend who will always have a shoulder to cry on, though she is quite young, still. Emma-Fay is quite smart, very mature for her age. She was never really able to be a child. She had to grow up fast and she had to be adult. None of that chillest behavior would be accepted. None! So Emma-Fay knows when to be an adult. She understands.
.:Strengths:.
+ People Trust her
+ Sweet nature
+ Soft spoken
+ Destined to do great things
+ Wise beyond her years
.:Weaknesses:.
- Dependent on others
- Young
- Shy
- Deathly afraid of the king of Camelot
- Her possessions. She may not have much, but what she does have she loves.
.:Magic Abilities:. Emma-Fay is a druid and knows quite a bit of minor spells and enchantments. Emma-Fay is deathly afraid to use them as the evil king might find her. Therefor she only uses a single spell. to call butterfly's to her. For butterfly's are her only friends.
.:Special Skills:. Is young no real skills. Though she is very good at calling butterfly's to her. It never fails her. She can call one or many.
.:Accents:. None

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Balor Forest; Camelot Kingdom
.:Family:. Hazel and Ashton both dead.
.:Occupation:. None
.:Current Location of Residence:. Everywhere
.:History:. Emma's story began long before she was born. It started with two powerful druids whom happened upon each other. The young man fell in love with the women at first sight. The women on the other hand paid Ashton the young male no attention. Hazel just went about her business, doing her chores. Ashton of course, being the young male he was, refused to leave such a beautiful lady alone, and went to see her outside her parents shop each and every day.

It did not take long for Hazel to call upon her father to remove Ashton, the thorn in her side. Of course Ashton and Hazel's father became quick friends. Hazel learned to love the young man, after a while, she wished to be married to him. Her wish came true shortly after. She soon found herself married and with child. Hazel had a tough pregnancy and labor, but she lived, and her child lived as well. Over the next 3 years things were uneventful.

Though three years after Emma was born, things began to change. The war, between Camelot and Cenred, changed the young family's life's forever. Fearing for their child's life, for she had been born with the gift as well, they ran, ran as far as they could. Though apparently that was not far enough. Many battles took place, but the small family always seemed to find it's way through. A man by the name of Alistair, always seemed to be there to help the family out of some tough spots. He always helped them escape death. Though Alistair never traveled long with the family, he remained in their heart.

Though they could not always rely on the man. Their luck was running out. When Emma had turned 6 years old, another fight broke loose. Ashton was forced to fight, to hold off the men, so his wife and daughter could run. The fight did not last long, and he was killed shortly after. Hazel was able to get a ways away from the fight. Though not far enough. Emma in tow, she ran right into a trap. Hazel in a desperate attempt to save her child, sent her child away, sent Emma away to hide. It had worked. While Hazel distracted the men, whom would soon kill her, Emma ran to hide.

Emma seemed to have sat in that very spot for hours. When another young family had found her. Emma knew this family well, in passing at least, and they took Emma with them for a while. Emma at first refused to go with the family, thinking her parents were still alive. She did not wish to leave, but if she stayed where she was, surly she would have died. So the family took her in for a while. Over the next few months Emma was passed from family to family, none rich enough to care for a child, none willing to at least. So generally she was alone, following a family until she was handed to the next. It was life. Emma had learned the hard way, that her parented had died, and no one was able to care for herself. Which caused her to grow up right quick. She needed to be able to care for herself, seeing as no one would or could help her, she was pretty much on her own. Only able to sleep and sometimes eat with the family's she travels with.

A few months after the loss of her parent's, another battle broke lose. Most of the family's she had lived with, since her parents death had too died. The ones that had not, ran, leaving Emma behind. The soldiers were long gone, but the mostly Burt down camp was still standing, somewhat. Emma had stayed at that camp for a single night, before she figured she must move on. There was no food here, and the tents were all pretty much gone. Emma had nothing. That morning a man just happened to be passing through. Emma was sitting next to a large oak tree, crying to what seemed to be herself. But when the male looked closer he saw a small butterfly resting in the Emma's cupped hands. Emma was crying to the butterfly. The butterfly's were really her only friends, the only things she could count on to be there for her, the only things that would come to her when she needed them. They were her shoulder to cry on, her confidant, her everything. She was so alone, so frighten that she was on her own, her emotions were shot, and she had reached her limit. She needed to move on but she did not know where to go, or how to gather food.

But apparently the good spirits looked down upon her. They pitied her and sent her help. Alistair had just been passing through, when he found a little girl he knew. Well he knew her parents more then he knew her. But still it was a familiar face. Emma attached herself to him almost instantly, and he took her in. He had saved her, and for that her life was his. She recognized what he had done for her, and she is grateful to have him around. She tried to tell him everyday, how much he means to her. She also works hard, so he knows he did not make a mistake by taking her in. She try's her very best to keep him happy. She'd do anything for him, anything accept use the gift she was born with. That was not something she'd ever use, accept to call her butterfly friends. Both her parents had been very powerful, and so had she. But Emma was afraid that if she used her gift, she would be found out, and killed just like her family.

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