Post by Emma Roberts on Jul 23, 2009 7:14:17 GMT -5
*ACCEPTED*
<Emma Louise Roberts>
Full Name- Emma Louise Roberts
Gender- Female
Age- 27
Date of Birth- July 30th 1986
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- New York City
Celebrity Claim- Sophie Bush
What should we call you?- Graceharper
Play anyone else?- Grace Harper, Gwen Matthews, Cassie King (RIP), Abigail Andrews (RIP)
Have You Read the Rules?- i just ate a pupu platter
Personality-
Emma is a far cry from the woman she once was, in fact, she is much alike the woman she had previously been before taking a bullet to the brain. Once an unstable and somewhat selfish individual, she has become much more accomplished as a person and frequently puts others before herself. Emma has been through a hell of a lot, from being hunted by the company, losing her memory, being locked up in an asylum and becoming a ruthless and deadly hunter herself...Emma has certainly come a long way.
She is quite a charismatic and confident young woman, always full of smile and positivity. No longer is she tormented by her demons but now has accepted her wrong doings and has turned a new leaf. Emma is patient and caring, she's diplomatic and understanding and will go out of her way to help those around her without ever asking for anything in return.
This woman is dangerously loyal though and has a high belief when it comes to the difference between right and wrong. Emma values herself on being courageous and helping those in need, she isn't the kind of woman who takes kindly to bullshit and sure as hell has one heck of a fiery temper when pushed. She will always resort to violence if put in a situation where she becomes endangered or if someone else causes harm to her or her son. Emma still maintains the lifestyle in which she keeps to herself, still priding herself on being 'alone' because she doesn't want anymore complications. She's had far too many in her life thus far and just wants a quiet, simple and normal life.
Likes-
- Literature
- Storms
- Old Black and White Movies
- Caffeine
- Midnight Strolls
Dislikes-
- Crowds
- Enclosed Spaces
- Bullies
- Loud Mouths
- Confrontation
Strengths-
- Eidetic Memory
- Quick Thinking
- Sneaky
- Driven
- Doesnt Back Down
Weaknesses-
- Paranoia
- Crowds
- Vengeful
- Unforgiving
- Short Tempered
Skills-
- Lock Picking
- Emma has an Eidetic Memory, which means that she is capable of remembering things in great detail, either by images or sounds.
- Writing, she has quite a vivid imagination, though sometimes she seems to get mixed up with the factors of reality and fiction, often mistakening something she had wrote for something that had happened in her life.
Flaws-
- Insomnia
- Mood Swings
- Rage Blackout
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
- Pyrokinesis
Emma is capable of pyrokinesis. Emma can manipulate flames by increasing or decreasing the heat given off, by doing so she is able to force the flame to become larger or smaller, the hotter it is the larger it grows and vice versa.
She is also capable of creating flames at will, though at this time she appears to be incapable of creating anything but massive ammounts flames. Over time Emma will likely be able to generate small forms of fire, in different shapes and sizes making her power a lot less devastating to the enviroment and others around her.
Emma's power enables her to become immune to the effects from high temperatures and other forms of fire.
- Heat Generation
Aswell as being able to create fire Emma is also able to create a mass ammount of heat, generally from her hands. When Emma touches another's skin during this process it is likely that the person will sustain horrific burns, depending on how hot the temperature is.
On the odd occasion the heat as been so severe that Emma has ended up creating flames upon others. This power is handy but also a downside for her as if she causes to much heat when creating flames they are likely to explode and cause extreme devastation to anything in its path.
Limits- Emma experiences great difficulty with her powers, it is not only draining for her but is severely dangerous to those around her.
It appears that due to the strength of her abilitie to create fire she is unable to use her powers consistantly in a small ammount of time, as the first 'wave' of flames takes a lot out of her, some could say that her power becomes 'inactive' for an unpredicted ammount of time, after she uses it.
If Emma does become drained by excessive use of her abilities, she is rendered incapable of using both her Pyrokinetic abilities and her ability to create heat, for an unpredicted ammount of time.
Appearance-
Emma stands at around about 5 feet 8 inches and weighs about 115lbs, Though for a girl her height she should really be a little heavier and broader in size. Emma is quite thin and petite with a small body frame as it is, with her added slimness she looks very dainty. Emma's hair is midlength, and is a a mixture of brown and golden tights which is much lighter at the ends. Her facial bone structure is very defined. She has a strong jawline along with high positioned cheekbones and very visible dimples just below.
Alignment- Neutral
Team Affiliation- No
Birthplace- Los Angeles, California
Mother- Annette Spencer
Father- John Roberts
Siblings- Abigail (Twin)
Spouse- N/A
History-
Emma and her twin sister Abigail were born in Los Angeles, California to John and Annette Roberts. When the twins were just 7 years old there parents were tragically killed in a road accident. Both girls were sent to live with there aunt Evelyn in Brooklyn, New York.
Life went on for the girls who adjusted quite quick to there housing arrangements unfortunately as the girls grew older there living arrangments became tougher due to a tremendous change in behaviour for Emma, the youngest of the twins. She became disobidient to Evelyn, defiant at school and more so hateful toward her sister. Emma slowly became distant, dissapearing for days on end with no warning and when she finally returned would instantly lock herself away again. Evelyn believed this was her way of dealing with the loss of her parents, Abigail had been vocal about her feelings but Emma had never really gotten over it.
Unknown to her family that Emma was going through some changes, not the type that pre teens would usually go through. Emma discovered that she wasnt like most girls her age, infact of any age or more so any type of person she’d met regardless of their gender.
The first outburst had been at school, Emma was frequently being bullied by her fellow student population , for being ‘weird’. She wasn’t the most sociable of people and was quite fond of the colour black, really making herself a huge target for attacks.
One Monday morning during first period Emma found herself being targeted by a boy in her class. As per usual, she kept her head down and said nothing hoping that it would go away, after a while he grew bored and let her be only to continue later on at the lockers. Whilst she was placing her belongings into her locker the young man came along and decided to hurt her by slamming the locker door onto her hand.She fought through the pain but realised that her anger was getting the better of her. Next thing she remembered was blacking out and when she woke up she was in the medical room being checked over. Apparently a fire had broken out in the hallway, during the outbreak the young man became severly burned.
That same evening Emma returned him exhausted from the days events and the 2 hours of interrogation she’d sat through with the police inspecters. As she drifted off she began to replay what had happened in her head, she hadn’t blacked out to her knowledge but had somehow blocked out the events..guilt perhaps?
When Emma became restless she awoken from her ‘nightmare’ she had awaken to an even bigger one. Her room was set ablaze now, with flames and smoke literally smothering the room. She’d became panicked like most would and attempted to fight her way out of the room, trying her best to avoid the flames..only she found that when she moved more flames were created. Not realising until she looked down that she herself was smothered in bright blue flames, the flames seemed to wash all over her but had no effect upon her, infact they appeared to be protecting her.
As you could guess her aunt Evelyn was less then pleased about this mysterious fire. The fire services came to put it out and they were moved to smaller home whilst the building was renovated, the home had suffered tremendous damage and Evelyn was now at the end of her teather with Emma.
The young girl became even more separated from her family on a quest to figure out what this was all about, why she could do what she could. Emma became frightened at the idea that she would hurt someone, her family had been lucky, so the best thing for her to do was to be away from them.
A confrontation was coming and when it did the after effects were devastating. One friday evening Emma returned home from a drunken night out, after breaking her curfew Evelyn felt enough was enough and bought her problems to the table. The two began to argue to which Abigail could only sit back and listen to from her room. Things got a little heated..literally when Emma came clean about her strange behaviour, claiming she could do spectacular things. Evelyn believed this to be part of her game and a way to get attention, accusing her of starting the fire at school which almost killed her classmate and then attempting to burn down the house.
Emma became so enraged that she found control to be very difficult, the next thing she knew her hands became ignited with flowing blue flames that dripped from her finger tips swiftly igniting anything that was in its path. As much as she tried to calm down her efforts failed her and soon the flames grew much bigger in a shorter amount of time, it was as if her body just burst into flames and soon there after the whole room was smothered.
She tried to seek refuge in another room hoping that the flamed would calm but the more she moved the further the fire spread to eventually the whole ground had become engulfed. There was nothing she could do to fight them off, she had not learned to control this just her emotions which it appeared to be based around. Emma was far to angry and hurt to just shake the feelings off which meant that the flames would not die down.
As the flames grew and escape proved to get harder and harder. Abigail who was upstairs found it impossible to get down to the ground floor past the flames, unable to save her sister and her aunt and having no idea how the fire started she fled through the window and called for help.
When the emergency services finally arrived Evelyn was already dead but Emma was unharmed, huddled in the corner of the lounge where the fire seemed to hit worse. Both girls were questioned to how the fire started, Abigail was none the wiser and shocked when Emma confessed to the whole thing. Jail time was the least of her worries when she went into detail about the fire claiming she did it at will. The police got a specialist in and over a course of a few days she did her analysis and came to believe that Emma was suffering from some sort of mental illness, that she had created a persona of herself, cleaming to be somekind of untouchable super being, the doctors perceived that it was possibley created because Emma couldn’t simply deal with the stress of the loss of her parents.
After more analysis they finally decided that, Emma was to be placed in a pyschiatric hospital, maybe with the help and guidance she’d feel better in herself and finally put all this behind her, that and she was deemed unsafe to be around others. Emma was so distraught, she knew exactly what she could do but couldn’t show it, for some reason her abilitie was failing her right now, right now when she needed it most of all.
Whilst Emma was cooped up in the psychiatric facility, her sister Abigail was put into the care of a couple in Odessa, Texas, Timothy and Roseanna Andrews.
Abigail visited Emma everyday or as often as she could believing that Emma did not set out to harm anyone, Abigail was unsure what to take about what Emma claimed but even with how crazy it sounded she felt there could have been some truth in what her sister had spoke, but yet, Emma still couldn’t physically prove this.
It had been about a year after and Emma’s abilitie had still not surfaced, though she partly blamed the drugs she was being given. She’d hardly be awake most days as the tranquilizers were much stronger. Emma only had herself to blame though because she began to resist against the staff and cause problems for them during her stay, she knew she didn’t belong there. At first she had accepted it simply to get away but now, now that she had lived here for sometime..this was not where she belonged and she wanted out.
As months went by Emma began to become a cause of concern, not only misbehaving, attempting to escape, harming herself and no longer taking her medication she’d also began attacking other staff and patients. Enough was enough and eventually the head nurse decided to take extreme action against the out of control 21 year old. Though it may not have been the feasible nor lawful way of doing things, the nurse believed that after a little ‘electric shock’ treatment, Emma would soon see sence.
Unfortunately her plan didn’t see through has she had quite expected. Finally after just over a year Emma’s powers surfaced again. A mix of rage and the agony she was put through caused her abilitie to trigger, this time far more extreme then she had witnessed in the past. The same process as before to start off, her body became flooded with blue flames which instantly burnt through the restraints. Her condition was far to severe for her to flee at this time, so instead she just remained where she was allowing the room to burn around her, the staff still inside. No remorse for them and why should she have had? She didn’t belong here, she didn’t deserve this treatment, as far as she was concerned..good riddance.
Those who were lucky enough to escape the room did not successfully escape the flames. As soon as the door was opened the flames escaped, wrapping themselves around anything in there paths till eventually the whole ward was ablaze. Emma eventually was able to spring from her spot and make an attempt on a getaway. The flames still seeping from her made them spread futher and further. Emma arrived at the kitchen where she planned to take the back door exit and escape through the manhole out back which lead to the sewers, that way the flames would die down from her and she wouldn’t burn anything else.
The emergency services arrived to start putting out the fire. Emma knew that for her to be free she needed to purn the building to the ground. Whilst in the kitchen she purposely turned on all the gas pumps allowing the fumes to draw into the air. Once the gas and flames emerged the whole place exploded, leaving barely anything left standing..now she was free.
Being back on her feet again, it seemed that her fragile mind had been a cause of concern. It appeared that the events that took place in her life were not what she had known and indeed some were merely constructed tales of the past that her mind alone had created. For instance; Emma had a sister who died in the house fire started by herself, Emma merely had a good imagination. Events had occured in her life which had effected her mind tremendously and if the trauma had not been enough maybe the single bullet to her head had hindered her memory and perception of reality.
Emma or formally as she was known Abigail Andrews, was a doctor in New York. She dedicated her life to saving people, but had gotten herself involved with the wrong types. The goverment for a start. She worked as a medical staff member at the company, helping specials who were captured and then got entangled with a goverment official and with that a whole new chapter began. Building 26, a place where specials were being captured. This time in her life her ability was at bay, the woman had refused to accept it and thus, it strangely seemed to hinder in perfomance before finally going away entirely.
Emma helped people escape building 26 and because of that, she was deemed a traitor. She was hunted by the goverment and put down like a wild dog. Only, she didn't die. She survived the attack but her memory became impaired.
Her life changed dramtically, having spent some time locked away in the Jung Facility due to her mental incapabilities. She has been through a lot of crap. However they often say that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and Emma found it although it was a pretty bumpy and unconventional road Emma found piece when she met a man. Unfortunately as life throws many curve balls, Emma couldn't handle her new life and after a while and without a word left her new life behind in search of starting another chapter..only this time she wasn't alone..she had a baby to think about.
Anything else?-
Emma is in reality quite unstable, regardless of her self control, both with her abilities and also with her mentality. Though she wouldnt purposely set out to hurt someone she has been known to be quite brash and aggressive. She has been severely affected by her time spent in the pyschiatric hospital and it shows through the mental state of her mind.
Emma's abilities are an extreme issue for her as they work soley around emotion. Being unstable mentally causes her moods to alter rapidly, making her somewhat of a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.
Sample RP-
The room that she was in had become increasingly unbearable as time went on, days turned to weeks, weeks to months and soon enough she'd been here for a year, oh how time flew..hardly. Emma felt like she had been in this hell hole for longer then just over a year now, it was as if she had never not been here.
Clearly it was no haven, though atleast she was never informed that it would be, be mislead into thinking this place was somewhere nice, safe for her to go. Hell if she was honest she'd have rather be wandering around aimlessly outside risking everyone elses lives instead of wasting her own here with the 'loonies'. Emma herself knew that she did not truly belong her. Compared to these whackjobs she was sane, maybe not in comparison to most outside of this building but the ones in here, they were no match for her. Unlike the normal days where she'd seek refuge in her room to get away from the other patients, she had been forced to remain amongst those dreaded four walls until the head nurse came to see her.
Recently Emma had been causing problems for the staff. It all starting when the nightshift auditor had made a pass at her during one of her late night visits to the social room. She was so sick of that guy, his creepy ass smile and beady little eyes watching her all of the time until he'd eventually plucked up the courage to make a move on her, he definitely wasnt smiling anymore..it would be pretty hard to do with a fractured jaw. So maybe her outburst had been a little uncalled for, most of the staff deeming it an extreme and vicious attack and maybe they were right, maybe instead of her bashing his head repeatedly against the wall until he passed out she could have verbally warned him off. Extreme and Vicious? hardly.., in her eyes it could have been much worse, he was lucky in her opinion that he'd gotten off so lightly.
This seemed to be the starting point of her outbursts. She had only received a verbal warning for this attack and because it had been dealt with so lightly Emma began to push and pry at the nerves of the staff members. Most days now she'd have caused some sort of grievance, either involving a staff member or another patient and admittedly some were very uncalled for, but she was making a point here, she wasnt going to back down from them. She had been confined to her room today for attacking yet more staff member this time poor starting with Linda, the nurse who dealt with handing out medication. Oh Emma did sure hate those damn pills, they were so deceiving, giving off the idea that they were nice, with that minty aroma and bright colors but they were anything but nice, these pills were so strong that most patients were knocked out for days on end.
Over the first few months of her stay she played along with the game, she was good, she obeyed rules, took her pills and was really forcing an effort to 'get better' but now, what the hell was the point? she wasnt getting out of here, being good here got you know where..not really.
During there daily dosage handover she decided to kick up a fuss, smacking the cup full of pills across the room before spitting out as many profanities as she could directed each and everyone to the dumbfounded middle aged woman. The much stockier nurses were called who came right away with a tranq in the form of an injection, something she despised even more. Emma upon seeing it had made a run for it only to be tackled from the opposite end of the corridor. Even with her face down on the ground she didnt give up her struggle. Whilst kicking and screaming her way around the floor she managed to obtain the uncovered needle and eventually injected the tranq into one of the other doctors, she'd won that round but was shortly taken out by a fist to the skull.
As she paced heavily up and down the small box room she rubbed stressfully at her templed, a red mark aswell as swelling that had instantly cropped up. She didnt feel any pain she was far to exhausted to even bother making a fuss but the thought of payback lingered in her mind which sent a smile upon her face, god what she would do to these people if given the chance. A loud click was heard and before she knew it the room door had been opened. Turning her head she instantly put her game face back on, smugly eyeing the head nurse as she slowly wandered into the room.
"And this would be four verbal warnings in two days now, right? it is isnt it.." Emma inquired rubbing her temple with her left hand and counting the fingers on her right as she said the following names "Gordan, Thomas, Andy and now Linda" glancing toward the doctor then back aimlessly into the air she finished "Yes four, thats right, im right.." Emma spoke half toward the nurse but mostly to herself as she attempted to remember each one and in the correct order. Smacking her hand against her forehead she shook it quickly a frown appearing "No!, not right, you..you forgot Doctor Moore, how could you..forget Docter Moore" Emma sighed heavily going on to point at the nurse completely blaming her for the incorrect estimation she herself had made.
"Five, yes, definitely five.." She corrected, finally allowing her eyes to stick to the Nurse like glue. Her expression was different, she looked uncomfortable, usually she was very confident in approaching Emma but something was different today and the brunette easily picked up on it. All was revealed when the nurse, still silent stepped aside and those two meatheaded nurses from back in the corridor entered, the one whose fist had collided with her head, now he was moving toward her left side.
Emma quickly backed into the room with her hands raised, as if she could take these two on. Shooting her eyes toward the nurse she glared at her "What the hell are you doing" she squeaked as the two of them now closed in on her. She shoved herself against the wall but there was nowhere to go, they had her cornered. As the first grabbed at her arms she instantly began struggling, screaming profanities and shouting the odds as the other joined, pulling her legs into his arms.
Continuously she kicked and screamed as the stocky nurses pinned her to the floor, the female nurse surfacing toward her, with one of those god damn dreaded injections. Her eyes grew wide on catching a glimpse of it and her struggling becoming more consistent and forceful now, she suddenly felt the sharp prick and let out a loud yelp as the nurse pushed down and injected her with the clear liquid. Within a few moments she began to feel weak, no longer struggling, swearing or kicking up a storm, instead she just lay there completely exhausted before everything fell dark.