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Post by ella on Dec 6, 2010 1:48:23 GMT -5
 Emma just did not know what to do. So she just shook her head. What could she do? nothing. She did not know what to say, or what to do, so standing there was a pretty good option to her. But he was asking her to give him something to do. Or so that's how she saw it. She had no real home, she was just bounced from one person to the next, to the next. And here she finds herself in the woods, not missed by the people who try to care for her, but don't want her. They only take care of her as a favor to her dead parents. But times are hard, and an extra mouth to feed made things harder. Emma knew that, she was a smart girl she could see it. When their little tummy's rumbled from hunger, she knew what her caretakers thoughts were. With out Emma, her kids would have full belly's. For everyone got less so Emma could eat some. Emma just shrugged again. She was not that sure where she was, but she knew she was close to where she should be... maybe? The again in her fear, she had lost the direction she was going, so getting back might be kind of hard... maybe? But what could she do? No really? She was but a child, not sure what he was really asking her. Yes he wanted to know if he could help her, but she was not about to ask him to go find her parents.
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Post by ella on Nov 25, 2010 16:17:42 GMT -5
Emma just blinked. There was nothing more he could do for her. Nothing. She was but a child, an orphan. He was a protector of all noble class. So why would he wast his time on her? She was not sure. Yes he wanted to help, but to risk his life for a nobody like her? There's just no way. Emma just shook her head a little. There's just nothing she could do to thank him. Nothing. Emma was just not believing all this. Yes he picked this... profession... yes this is what he wanted to do. But it was not fair. He would go on and save a million people, she would be nothing more then an orphan. If he had been hurt all the people he would go on to save would die. So her life for a hundred? That made no sense to her. He would save others, but to put himself at risk to save her.. it was just not fair. He could have died, and if he had, all the lives he would go onto save, would die along with him. It was a foolish move in her mind, but she saw she could not argue her point. He would not listen to her. No one did. But she was but a child, she expected not to be listen to.
He had no family? No, he was a knight. He had a family, maybe not a biological one, but a family none the less. He had a place to go, friends, people who needed him, wanted him around. She was just a burden, who ate everyone's food, and helped little. So who was she to be saved? Emma just sighted. She did not believe him. He looked well put together, he had a horse. He was noble. She could see that much. He was important even if he did not wish to think of it. He was. she knew he was. She just had nothing to say. What could she say to that? She did not know him, maybe he was just acting like a big shot? Maybe he too was a nobody like her? Who was she to judge. Who was she to care if he would be missed. He saved her life, and that was that. She was indented to him, weather or not he wished to accept it. Maybe she could travel with him, and care for his horse? Maybe. Just maybe. She'd think of something.
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Post by ella on Nov 18, 2010 1:08:37 GMT -5
Emma sniffled a little, her blush dipped when he called her name pretty. She had already fantasy her name, always though it to be beautiful. So it made her blush all the more when she herd the words out loud. "Thank you sir." She whispered under her breath. But ended up shaking her head at the rest of his comments. It did not seem fair to her. He was to risk his life for a no body like herself, for an orphan, a burden. Why would he expect nothing in return? He just put his life in danger, for what? Nothing. For the thrill? she could not see that being okay. He needed payment of some kind. To save her life for nothing, was not fair, not alright. He was in as much if not more danger then she. If he truly was as important as he looked, then he surly would be missed if he were hurt. If she never showed her face at her village again, nothing but cheers would go up. No one would miss her, she only ate all the food, she was of no real use. Emma had no trade... at least not yet. Emma wished to learn to heal, but she was much too young to study under anyone. Anyway she had magic, so she surly would be killed if she went into the city looking for work. No matter how little magic she used, she still had it, it was in her blood.
She tired to resist the pull on her chin, but she was forced to look at him. "But it's not fair." Emma spoke, once she had his attention, or rather once he had hers. "You risk everything for me. I would not be missed." Emma tried to explain. "I have no family, no one would care had I died." She continued, her voice getting stronger with each word. Her true cocky self beginning to shine one more. "But one with your...." She paused to think for a moment. "Status.." She settled on. "would surly be missed if you were to get hurt." She finished. Hoping he understood what she had been wanting to say. He would be missed, he was important person. Shoot even if he had no friend, no family(which Emma could not think as true) But if he did, the only thing that would miss him was his horse. But she too would find a family. Emma's butterfly's would not miss her, they only came to her when she called. If they were to miss her, they would come see her with out being called. But to see them they had to be called. Had to be. So no she would not be missed as much as he. So to risk his life to save hers was foolish.
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Post by ella on Nov 14, 2010 18:31:51 GMT -5
Emma just sniffled. She understood his words, and knew that she needed to speak, but something stopped her. Yes he saved her life, but would he still feel the same way after telling him who she was? She had magic, though she did not use it, she still had it. Would he kill her then? Would her regret saving her? Could she just thank him and run off to cry? Would he come with her? So many questions and no correct answers to those question. What could she do? She she waited, and listen to what he had to say, her eyes still held her fear. A girl at her age could not get over something so traumatizing so quickly. She needed a few minutes to recover. Well she needed a few good hugs, and a few pats on the back. But she had not had a good hug since her parents died, so she could other ways to cope. To cry. And that's just what she did.
She cried. Before she could let out more then a few sobs, she could feel arms around her. She did not care who they belonged to, she just let herself fall into them. She let herself cry upon his shoulder, just let it all out. She just cried, letting her tears fall freely, she cried. It only took a few minutes, before she was able to gain control of her emotions. Her breathing began to slow, and the tear came to a stop. She would be okay after all. It took yet another minute or two, for her to regain control over her body. Once she was back in her self, once she was okay again, she let herself pull away from the young man who saved her life. Embarrassed she turned away from him, still sniffling a little. He must think she was a fool, a weak child. Yes she was a child, but weak she was not. She was just caught off guard. "My name's Emma-Fay Sir." She spoke, thou her voice was barely over a whisper, her cheeks glowing red. "I owe you my life." She spoke, she would have bowed to him, but her head was already hanging low. "I apologies for my break down. " She added, her voice still uneven and shaky. Clearly she would cry more later. But she had to hold it back for now. She had to be strong, he already though she a fool. She did not want to give him any more ideas.
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Post by ella on Nov 14, 2010 1:33:06 GMT -5
Emma's face twisted into a frown, her eyes still so filed with fear. Even know the battle was over and done with, she was safe, she was alright, but still, the fear was still there. This man, had saved her life, and she was aware of that, but it was as if her mind was lagging behind. Her mind was still 30 seconds behind, still in the mist of battle. She could still fell the creature behind her, though it was clearly dead. Her mind refused to believe what her eyes saw. Emma wanted to believe it, but she was sure she was a goner. How he had gotten to her so quickly she was unsure, but she own this man her life. Her mind was still going over the battle, taking in what she had herd, but no so much seen. Her eyes saw the creature in a dead heep off a ways, but it was there, she knew it was. Her mind slowly began to catch up. She really should have died. She would have been lunch if it were not for him. But how did one thank someone who saved their life? She had nothing to give, but a doll. She had no real family or a real place to stay So she could not offer him a meal or a bed. She slept with whomever let her in that night. She was passed from family to family, though she stuck with one nice teacher lady, still she was not always permitted to sleep in the same tent.
Her mind raced to catch up, as her breathing kept a steady but fast pace. Her eyes began to fill with tears, the corner of her lips pulled further down. Emma just watched the young man, as he checked his horse. Emma began to blink more, trying to keep any tears from falling from her eyes. She needed to be strong. She had to be. She needed to get herself together and answer the man. He would think she was mute if she sat here and said nothing. But her voice still could not work, her breathing still to out of control to speak. She was helpless, lost to her emotions.
He turned to her and spoke once again. Emma struggled to keep eye contact for more then a second. She simply shook her head, trying to speak, but nothing but a small sob left her lips. She was not ready to speak yet. But she would be soon. At least she hoped he understood she was not hurt. Hopefully he knew she was okay, shaken up and frighten but virtually unharmed. The small sob that left her lips set off a chain reaction, the tears began to flow freely, leaving a clear line down her cheeks. Her quick breaths turned into silent sobs. Her hands flew to her face to cover her eyes as she cried into them. Why she cried so hard she was not sure. Her mind was too crowded with fear. Her rational self completely lost for now. She'd just need a little time to recover from this shocking experience. Her mind still replaying the last few minutes of her life. The last few minutes she though would have been her last, if it were not for this young man. How he saved her life. That's all she could think about, oh and how stupid he must think she was. She may be a child but she always though of herself as smart..until now.
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Post by ella on Nov 10, 2010 0:56:09 GMT -5
Emma just herd the houses hooves on the soft forest floor, and the breath of the beast that she's yet to see. The batter aged on, and she was still, whatever position she landed in, was how she would stay. Her eyes were still tightly closed, her hands flung over her eyes to keep them that way, holding them shut. So even if she wished to open her eyes, she'd see nothing but darkness, and the inside of her hands. She would take no chance. She was not sure if what she herd was real or not. Did someone really tell her to duck? Or was that in her mind. Was there another creature out there more harmful then this? Was the battle between two beast, fighting over their meal? fighting over her? Had the voice been in her head? All Emma knew was she was not going to move, not an inch, nor was she going to open her eyes until she was sure she was safe. Her breath almost stopped, as she listed to the cries from the beast. One of them had died. But which beast was it? Was the second beast truly a beast? Or was it a friend? Emma was unsure. So she just began to sing to herself in her head, to drown out the fight, trying to scream over it, only no sound left her lips. Her battle was in her head.
She could hear the finial battle come to a quick end, she could feel the sword chopping off the head of a creature. The second thing must have been a man. No beast would carry a sword. Emma knew that much. Only humans did that..right? The food steps were close, stopping but inches from where she flung herself to the ground. Her breath was getting louder, her body shaking a little more, she was terrified to do anything. She could not even move, she just continued her song, trying to keep her sane.
Once again a male voice broke through her attempts. Was she alright? Well did she look alright? Oh course physically she was fine, fit as a fiddle, but mentally she was drained, she was tired, over run with fear, and just wanting to die. It might have saved everyone the trouble if she had just been eaten by that horrid thing, whatever it may have been. Still Emma made no move, at least he knew she was breathing, that much was clear. Her breath was so rapid, you would need 30 people to help count her breaths. With the extra oxygen she was beginning to make herself kind of dizzy. If she did not slow her breathing she would pass out from too much oxygen. But hey that was one way to calm her down. She'd only be out for a few moments, but that would be long enough.
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Post by ella on Nov 7, 2010 22:52:18 GMT -5
All Emma could think was not to be hurt. She thought about getting down on her knees and begging the creature not to hurt her. But that would do her no good, creatures did not talk. Her butterfly friends talk, but that was it. Dog's did not talk nor did birds, only her butterfly's. Emma just stood there so stiff with fright, she wondered if she was ever going to be able to move again. Everything just stopped working, and the world went into a slow motion kind of dear. She could count her heart beats, and feel the soft blowing wind from the creature on her neck, she could hear a distance sound of a horse and the ring of steal. Emma did not pay attention to such things, her fear was taking over, telling her to run, but nothing moved.
At long last a male's voice broke through her silence, her fear, her self. Emma was able to move again, she looked but could see only a shadow of something. A man on a horse she assumed, but she was unsure. He yelled something to her To close her eyes and duck? Emma did as she was told, all to willing to take direction. She flung herself to the ground in front of where she was standing curling herself into a little ball, her eyes closed so tight it hurt, though the tears still found their way through her clenched eyelids. She let herself cry as she herd the battle taking place. She could hear the horses grunts and it's feet on the ground, she could hear the steal whipping across the air, and the sound of a man or beast, or maybe both.
Whatever was going on she was just frighted, and wished it were to end. Her body shook with fright, her arms ridged with fear, freezing her in her little ball, her back exposed, her face hidden in her knees. Her hands were white from gripping her legs so hard, and she did not think she could feel her legs any-longer. This was not a very good night. She wished her friends could come back and help her understand what was going on. But then they might have been hurt too. At least her friends were safe, at least.
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Post by ella on Nov 7, 2010 22:36:24 GMT -5
Emma was so lost in her frighten little mind. Where was she to go? How could she get back? If she went back with out bread, she'd never be trusted again, NEVER! She'd be treated like a child forever, and be forced to do stupid tasks such as fetch things. It was not a life Emma liked. She wanted to do stuff, be trusted with more then giving messages to people, and getting water. She wanted to be on her own, not stuck with an older kid who would try and pull rank on her. She was finally getting some where in her little group of people, and she was bout to ruin it all. Her one and only chance lost to her fear. Lost to her size, and her poor memory of the city.
She did not even notice the male covered in armor stop suddenly at her side. He almost ran her over, but her fear was all that showed. But she was being a very big girl, holding in her tears and all, being strong just like her mother used to tell her. Emma could almost hear her mothers voice now. Almost. She knew her family had died, at the hand of well... she was not too sure why they died, but she knew that someone killed them. Why her parents died, she was not sure, they were good people, healing people even. They did no wrong in Emma's eyes, then again she was a lot younger at the time, and her vision could have been off.
She could hear a young man's voice, asking her if she was lost. The relaxation that he was talking to her, made her turn her head in the direction of the sound. Standing before her was a male, a heck of a lot larger then her. Her eyes blinked at him a few times, as they filled with tears, she tried to blink them away, but none would fall. Her lower lip stuck out and began to quiver, dispute her attempts to keep it still. She let her head nod yes to the question. The more she moved her head the more tears left her eyes, she began to break down and cry. Her breath was uneven as she fought to keep her voice, but her sobs would soon take over. Her little hands pretty much smacked herself in the face, as she blocked it from his view, rather embarrassed. She just cried, all her emotions let loss in a simple nod. She was doing so well by herself, then he had to come along and make her lose her strength.
Emma was just too trusting. She just trusted guys more, they were the ones who could protect her better then any women. So she trusted that he would not hurt her. Then again men always caused war, a women had the touch she needed to help her find her voice and be strong again. A women was what she needed to be herself again to find her head. A man was there to keep her safe as she cried to him. He'd help her. Even if she had no place to be, he'd help her, she was sure of it. She's only cry more if he left her. Anyway, what douche leaves a child crying in the middle of a street.
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Post by ella on Nov 3, 2010 23:26:21 GMT -5
A young girl looking no older then seven, peeked into a small tent, sitting in the middle of a clearing. "I have finished all my chores. May I go play?" The child asked, in her most polite voice. "Oh course Emma. Make sure your back here by dark. " The older women spoke, without turning to look at the young girl named Emma. "Thank you so much! I promise I will be back! You won't miss me, I swear to the creator you wont." Emma said with a soft child like sequel. "Don't swear to the creator child, you never know might happen. Now remember to stay away from the woods. There are dangerous things that live in there." The women spoke, before dismissing the child. Emma thanked the women a thousand times over, before she backed from the tent.
With a consent sigh, Emma held out her arm, and let her mind wonder to a safe place. A quite place, a place of peace. She let herself reach her power, reach out and touch it. Her body was relaxed, in a state of almost sleep, and her mind at peace, her eyes had closed, she was not in the world right now. She was lost in her mind's eye. In that moment, the moment when she touched her gift, she spoke a single word. Spoke it so softly, that her own ears had trouble hearing the command. "Onbregdan" Her mind let a image of a butterfly, caress her safe place, the place in her mind no one could touch her in. Her mind began to let it's self bring on reality, let itself feel, let itself be once more. And by the time her eyes had opened, but a second later, and she could see a few butterfly's flying her way.
Emma smiled her sweet charming smile, as the butterfly's floated towards her, landing softly on her out stretched arms. When the landed, she giggled, a heart felt giggle, that would warm any mans heart. "Good afternoon friends!" Emma spoke, as she began to skip towards the edge of the small village of tents. She skipped to the edge of the forest, away from anything that can be broken. "Did you want to play hide and go seek?" Emma asked her little butterfly friends, who walked along her arm. "You do? that's great. I'll go hide. So you all can find me. But no cheating! Keep your eyes closed until I'm fully hidden!" Emma giggled to herself, and she shook her arm slightly, letting the butterfly's fly from her arm, and off over the sea of tents. Emma shook he head slightly, before wondering off into the forest. She knew she was not to go into the forest. But the forest had the very best hiding spaces. She would not wonder far into the forest, just until the tress got a little thicker, to better hide herself.
As she walked around the forest, making sure to stay pretty close to the field, she began to search for the most perfect tree to hind in, or the perfect buss to hide under. She came across a large wayward pine. a good hiding spot indeed. The branches were very large, and reached the forest floor. Though back by the tree trunk there was space enough for the girl to sit. The branch covered pretty much the whole tree, she would be well hidden her butterfly friends would have a hard time finding her.
But she would wait to see if they could find her. If not she would simply call them to her again, and they would come. They always did. They always did anything she asked. They were her only friends after all, the only things she could talk to, play with laugh around. She was safe with her butterfly's. The time clicked passed, and though it has been an hour, it has seemed like a minute to Emma, who was lost in her child thoughts. Running through her day, telling herself what she had learned, going over what was said to her current surrogate mother. One who loved her, yet was too busy with her studies to help Emma in anyway. At least she was loved.
A small storm cloud was moving in, making it darker then it should have been at this time of day. It was the late afternoon, and normally she would have another hour to play, but today was different. It got slightly colder, and Emma knew it was time to leave. Even in the thick of the tree, she could still feel the change in weather. Emma also had a bad feeling about being here, alone. Though she was within ear shot of the plan, she lived on. Still she was in the forest. Still it was a danger. If the tress had not been here, she would still be able to see the tent she slept in. She was not far. Not far at all.
Emma though to call her friends back to her, to see if they had any advice to offer her, but she did not thing that was the best idea. For if she were to call her friends back, she would be lost to this world for a second, and in that second anything could happen. She had to be smart about this. A horrible feeling was running over her, what was she going to do? She knew she had to get back, but she knew doing so would be hard. But she had to try. So she crawled out from under the branches, pushing her way out, trying to move as swiftly yet silently as possible. When she was almost free, she made sure to check to make sure nothing was around. Everything was calm, now was her chance. So Emma squeezed her way through the last branch, and stood up, she let her arms run down the length of her dress, in order to clear herself off a bit. She did not want to return home with wrinkles and dirt all over her.
She stood there but a second longer then she should of. For she got this horrible feeling that someone... no something was watching her. Emma's eye's filled with fear, as she looked up in front of her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she swore people could heart her heart from a mile away. Emma could feel the warm, almost hot breath of a creature breathing over her. Emma did not dare move. Maybe it did not see her, maybe it was all fake. Maybe? Her palms began to sweat, as she closed her eyes tight, wishing for the thing to leave, to just walk away. If she stood still, maybe it would thing she was dead. Even know her heart was pounding in her ribs, she feared it might leave her chest. Emma had to swallow hard, to keep her airway free, so she could at least breath. Though her lungs did not seem to want to draw a breath, frighten to move. Her stomach was in her throat, lucky it was close to dinner time, or whatever she ate would have found itself at her feet on the forest floor.
Emma wanted to turn to see what it was, but she did not dare move. Her mouth had gone suddenly dry, for she wanted to scream but knew nothing would happen if she tried. No sound would leave her still as stone body. She was trapped, no one would be here to help her. She herd the creature behind her take a step closer. The leaves under it's feet cracked as it did so. The hot sticky breath blew harder on hair, making it move slightly. Emma could hear small grunts coming from the creature behind her. Emma was about to become dinner to this creature. Whatever it was, Emma just hoped it would be all over soon, she hoped she would not feel a thing.
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Post by ella on Nov 3, 2010 22:53:40 GMT -5
"Emma!" An older women practicably screamed, calling out for the young girl. A young girl carrying a barrel of water, jumped at the sound of her named being screamed."Yes ma'am?" Emma asked softly, her eyes fixed on the woman's shoes. "What has taken you so long?" The older women nagged, snatching the barrel of water from Emma's small hands. "It was a long way ma'am, I'm ever so sorry!" Emma said as she lifted her dress in a bow. She really did not mean to take so long, but she had ran to the stream. She would have ran back, but if she did, she'd spill the water. Emma knew from experience that the punishment for spilling water was greater then being slower then expected. So Emma took her time on the way back ,making sure not to spill a drop. "Well seeing as it took you so long, you'll have to do more chores to make it up to us." The women boasted, as her children played around the tent.
"Of course." Emma said still speaking to the women feet. "What ever would your mother say now? I've taken you into my home, feed you, bathed you, kept you safe, and you can't fetch me a simple pale of water! What a shame!" The women shook her head at the though. Emma id nothing. It was common to be spoken to as such. Emma was used to it. Since her parents had died, she was used to such treatment. Her mother's friends had taken her in, passed her off to one another. She was no trouble really, she was just expensive. Another mouth to feed, to bath, to clothe. It was hard. But Emma did not need to be treated like this. Then again, she could run away? If she did she would surly die, as this women boldly told her. So Emma was stuck with this family, pretty much as a slave, until they grew tired of her, and sent her off to another family.
"Anyway. You will take this" The women began holding out a few coins to Emma. "to town to buy my family bread. If you hurry back, I'll give you some extra bread at supper tonight." The women laughter as she dropped the coins into Emma's out stretched hands. Emma took the coins and slipped them into a pocket for safe keeping. "Yes of course, thank you ma'am." Emma whispered, as she backed away slowly. "Be gone child. I don't want to see your face until you have bread." The women turned on her heals to go play with her children. Emma only now looked up, as she watched her 'siblings' playing. Why without Emma, the other kid's would have had to fetch water, and bread. But no. Seeing as they were so nice to take Emma in, she of course had to do salve labor. It was the 'least she could do' after all, Emma was such a burden!
At least she was not whacked this time. Evil women. Emma turned and she too went of into the forest. Emma knew the way to the market well by now. It took her but an hour to get there, maybe less. Emma was unsure. All she knew was she knew this place well. She was always sent here to fetch something different almost daily. Emma was used to being here. Though this was the first time she was sent to the market alone. Usually she was sent with another older child. But apparently at age 7 she was old enough to wonder the city alone. When that was decided, Emma has no idea. She just knew she had to get it right. So to keep her company on the way to the market, she called to her butterfly friends. She spoke to them, and giggled the whole way there. Before the break in the tress, she sent them away again, to keep them safe.
The journey had been rather short, her friends made sure of that. Walking into the market, was not what she was expecting. Yes she had been her so many times before, but never on her own. As the people rushed by her, not seeing the short girl, talking laughing going about their business. Emma suddenly felt very lost. She knew where she was, yet she was so lost. The streets were busy at this time, and Emma was not expecting so much movement. Her heart began to beat faster, her palms began to sweat, her breath quicken, and tears began to fill her eyes. She could go back, but if she returned with out bread, she would be beaten for sure, yelled at also. Who knew what would happen to her. Emma had to get bread. But where did she go? She felt like an aunt in a city of people. She surly get trampled if she tried to go into the city alone. But she could not return with out bread. She also had to return to the safety of the tent. But.... but... Emma drew blanks. Rather she stood by the side of a street, virtually undetected.Her face held a fixture of fear and worry. What was she going to do? Her mind was blank, and she was losing time. So much for her extra bread at supper.
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.:Name of Character:. Emma-Fay
.:Nick Name:. Emma
.:Age:. 8 years young
.:Status:. Druid Nomad
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.: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
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.: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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