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- ๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Emilia Marie Williams
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Emily or Emma
๑ αɢe :: 17
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: May 22, 1995
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- ๑ нeιɢнт :: 5' 6"
๑ weιɢнт :: 130 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: She has a tattoo on her wrist that says "Everybody dies, but not everyone lives"
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: It's a jet black color with faded red highlights in it and red tips. She has thought many times about getting it cut short, but people tell her it wouldn't look right at all.
๑ eye coloυr :: Green
๑ вody тype :: Slender, skinny, fit.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Emma is a very skinny type kind of girl, the kind you wouldn't think that would be able to fend for herself because she looked somewhat like a twig. She has the build and the weight where she needs it, and her build is slightly curvy almost like an hour glass shape. She stands at 5'6, not to tall, but not to short at the same time. Most others she has met though have been taller than she is, but she likes her height because she is not one of the ones towering over her. Her skin tone is lightly tanned, making it look like she gets out every once in a while. Which she does, she goes running every morning and during the afternoon after school or during the summer she would be riding her skateboard.
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- ๑ memoir :: Emilia? This would be like putting her in one of the history books. She isn't much to talk about her past, because her past isn't that great whatsoever. It had it's twists and turns, but all in all it was one of your average american girl lives, only slightly a bit worse. She liked to think it wasn't as bad as it really was. When she was younger her mother died of brain cancer, and they had caught it in a late stage and there was nothing they could do about it. Emma doesn't remember much about her mother seeing as how she was only at the age of three when this happened. She has videos of her and her mother, but only a few. Not many pictures either seeing as how she was usually the one behind the picture. She grew up with her dad and older brother who's name is Eric. Now Eric.. He was the kind who would get into trouble just for the heck of it. He was into drinking and drugs, getting himself into bad things that happened at parties and bad situations that could have put him in jail. Even through all of this though Emma loved her brother more than anything. He was the only one she could ever talk to and the only one who would ever understand her. They had a connection that most siblings today don't have, but she never could understand why they didn't. The one best thing you could ever have is a sibling.. Someone to look up to, someone to help you through everything. Her dad on the other hand, he was gone most of the time, and when he wasn't he was usually home drunk on the couch, snoring until the sun came up and he was sober again, only to get drunk that night. This was an ongoing thing for him ever since her mom had died, at least that's what her brother had told her. When she was fifteen years old her dad met a woman who was.. Well. You could probably say she looked five years older than Emma. Long story short they ended up getting married, and Emma wasn't to happy with it at all. Things went down hill from there, as if they weren't bad enough from the start. The lady's name was Rebecca, or Becky as her dad would call her. As soon as this woman came into the house, her brother and herself were forgotten about. Emma could never live up to her new step-mothers expectations, she was never good enough, and never could be. Everything she did now was wrong. To make things even worse her dad fell right into place with this, which didn't make her very happy as you can imagine. The next few months she spent most of her time out of the house with her guitar and skateboard near the park. She got into a crowd that wasn't what you would call the best of people to be around. One girl she had become very good friends with, her name was Ashley. Ashley lived by herself on the streets because her parents had kicked her out of the house. Emma never really understood why though, and Ashley never thought to tell her. There were things that Ashley was addicted to, one of them being sharp things. There was a blade that she had always kept in her pocket that was attached to a small chain. Ashley ended up deciding that she couldn't live on that road anymore, and seeing as how Emily was her best friend she gave it up to her because she had helped her through so much. Well, this didn't end up turning out to well. She took the blade home with her, wearing it around her neck on the chain it was hanging from. The chain was just long enough for the blade to hide under her shirt. She brought the blade home with her, and long story short, she used it. It wasn't deep, but deep enough to sting ever so slightly. The pain didn't bother her much, and since she worked with dogs and such this wouldn't be very hard to say she just got scratched up by a dog.
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: Emily is a quiet and to herself kind of girl. You won't see her running around and flirting with guys or trying to find her new best friend. No, that isn't her. She is quieter and more to herself, hiding herself behind a mask of a smile. This doesn't mean she isn't mature, or that she is the fragile type, because believe me, if she wanted to she could tell you off and easily defend herself in any state. She just finds that if she is quieter, she learns more. Not that she is there to learn everyone's darkest, deepest secrets and gossip about them, just to observe I guess. Emma is a thinker, not a talker, unless you really know her she probably won't say much to you at all. She lives in her own world of music, skateboarding, sharp things, and song writing. The more she stays away from people and risks getting hurt, the less it happens.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: She can sing, but she rarely does. Her grades are pretty good, most A's and B's, she plays guitar, writes songs, and is pretty good at skateboarding. All of this she taught herself to do.
๑ lιĸeѕ ::
- The night/dark
music
Rock bands
Sharp things
Writing
Being by herself
Skateboarding
Practicing her music
Singing, but rarely
- Talking
Being in a large group of people
Idiots
Brats
Stuck up snobs
Cheer-leaders
Teachers
Her step-mother
Flirty guys
Loud noises
๑ ғlαwѕ :: Everyone has their own flaws, whether or not you will find out hers is your own problem.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Being rejected
๑ тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Fallen Angels - Black Veil Brides/Core of My Addiction - Fireflight
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- ๑ cяusн :: N/A
๑ lovєя :: None that she knows of.
๑ ĸιɴ :: Her father, Troy. Her step-mother, Rebecca. Her older brother, Eric.
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- ๑ peтs :: Her kitten, Tiger.
๑ car :: Jeep Wrangler
๑ вedrooм ::X(Ignore the name on the wall)
