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Eriks_Christine
06-19-2006, 05:42 PM
Username: Eriks_Christine

Character: Emeilia(Emma) Marckee
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Occupation: Dancer, sometimes helps work with props

Appearance: Her straight blonde hair cascades down her slim form stopping about mid back. Crystal blue eyes, button-like nose, and thick scarlet lips help to form a beautiful face. This is the kind of person Emma longs to be. Her striaght, shoulder length blonde hair that had been wacked off a bit uneven is almost always up in a tight bun. A few loose strands occasionally fall from their original position, but, if not kept in a tidy manner, her "elegant" hair generally tends to cause small, unwanted strands to friz outward. Her deep chocolate eyes, considered her one true beuaty, are always bright and cheery. They sit positioned between a small, pale nose and just above dimpled cheeks. Her slim, light pink lips rest gently together in a small smile. Standing a good five feet five inches, her slim form is definately dancer material. Having long legs and a strong frame enables her to be gracefully agile while she perofrms any task.

History: Emma has grown up living in a small apartment just a few blocks away from the Opera Populair with her kind old Grandfather. She never knew her parents due to the fact that they had died years ago in a terrible fire that had nearly caused her to become blind. She had been just a year old when this happened and had been under the surveillance of her Grandfather for weeks afterwards. It hadn't been until she was nearly three that she had been able to open her eyes for the first time since that terrible night. In the hurry to escape the burning building, she had been tossed into the corner of a wall, causing her eyes to bleed for days. Luckily, with the help of a local doctor, they had been able to save her from becoming blind. Although her eyesight still isn't perfect, it is not bad enough for the need of glasses. Every since she can remember, Emma has thanked the Lord every day for her ability to see and for her existance. Her living with her Grandfather also goes back as far as her memory enables her. But she never complained about it. Not knowing her Grandmother, or any of her family for that matter, has made it a bit hard on her. She did most of the cleaning and cooking for her Granfdather without complaint and was almost always caught wearing a smile. Emma loved her Grandfather more then anything in the world and knew nothing pleased him more then to see his beloved Grandaughter enjoying what she was doing. She was content with her life, living to please and caring for the welfare of others. But nothing intrigued her more then the stories her Grandfather would tell. Especially of the Phantom of the Opera. Yes, she knew the story like the back of her hand. That is why, when her Grandfather suddenly took ill and died, she had decided to try to make a living at the Opera. Although she was heart broken for a while, she soon grew accustome to the Dancers way of life.

Personality: She is a shy, quiet girl that does what she is told and doesn't mix and mingle as well as most. Although she always wears a smile, inside she feels lost and alone.
Other: She wishes nothing more then to make a few friends.

Eriks_Christine
06-27-2006, 12:52 PM
A small puddle had formed on the white sheets from where the girl, now kneeling beside the bed, and been sobbing for what seemed like ages. Her unevenly cut hair had been left down and unbrushed and she was still in her long white night gown. She had been like this all day, ever since she had found her loving Grandfather ill on the kitchen floor earlier that day. "Emma," said the old man, running his rough old hand through her hair. She looked up at him with tear stained cheeks, a runny nose and puffy red eyes from all her crying. "Promise me something, Emma."
"Anything! Anything at all!" she said, through sobbs and slight hic cups.
"Promise me that when I leave this world, that you will strive to make a living here and finish out the wonderful life our gracious Lord has provided you with."
"I.....But...." her eyes searched the bed as if trying to find an answer. "Yes Grandpa," she said at last. A slight smile came to his face before he sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"I am going to see the face of God now, Emma," He said, still staring at the ceiling. "It's a natural process. Please don't try to stop that. You'll only be disappointed again." And with that, he rolled over so his back was facing and drew his last breathe.