Post by emerie christian prince on Nov 16, 2009 21:01:48 GMT -5
( emerie christian prince )
AGE :: Technically, she's 27, trapped in the body of an eternal 19-year-old
BIRTHDAY :: December 5th
GRADE :: freshman
GENDER :: female
CELEBRITY :: the lovely Jac Vanek
NICKNAME :: Em, Emmy, Ree
ORIENTATION :: meatetarian, it's more fun
SPECIES :: vampire( momma didn't teach me )
THE 'RENTS ::
- Victor James Prince, 60, retired British Intelligence agent
- Kira Noelle Prince, 59, also a retired British Intelligence agent
THE SIBS ::
None, Em is an only child.
THE SIRE ::
- Eric Rylant, feigned 19 (Em has no idea how old he really is), currently traveling from college to college to hit on women( 'cause you're such a prick )
LIKES :: men, sex, alcohol, the taste of blood, killing, flirting, partying, loud music
DISLIKES :: werewolves, ghosts, authority figures, being told what to do, sticks-in-the-muds, the prissy "more evolved" vampires, desperation
PET PEEVE :: the little white dot of spit that forms on some people's lips when they talk
BIGGEST FEAR :: that one day, all her "friends" will turn on her, and she'll be truly alone
BAD HABIT :: Excessive use of sarcasm
FLAWS :: cocky, overconfident, snappish, conceited, stubborn, pushy
POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :: clever, charming, up-beat, honest( you think you're a model )
HAIR COLOR :: Platinum blond
EYE COLOR :: Red
ETHNICITY :: Caucasian
SKIN TONE :: Pale
HEIGHT :: 4' 8''
WEIGHT :: 139 lbs.
PICTURE :: omd, it's a link?( every story starts the same )
COME IN SCREAMING?!
Her parents were two hardened British Intelligence agents who decided, somewhere in their late thirties, that they wanted to retire and start a family. Seeing as they were in Japan at the time, they decided to stick around there to raise their baby. Thus Emerie was born, a Brit among Japanese. Being spies, it was required for her parents to speak a variety of languages. Unfortunately, this meant that Emerie was brought up speaking Japanese. Her parents had to try and blend in order to avoid attack from spies who still believed them to be working enemies. This wasn't a problem from the off - it meant that Emerie fit right in the first day her parents shipped her off to school. She made plenty of friends, most of them of the male persuasion.
When it came to men, Emerie was a tease. It wasn't the boys who started chasing her with cooties, it was she who chased them. Most of the other girls at school were afraid of her. They knew she was bad news. The ones that were willing to give her a chance had her over to their house once.. and their parents wouldn't let her set foot across the threshold ever again. Em was the type of girl who liked to test her boundaries; she believed rules were made to be broken. That was her philosophy, that was how she lived. If she saw something she wanted, she went and took it, no matter the restrictions. Her parents didn't notice. They thought she was the best thing since sliced bread. All her shenanigans took place right under their noses, but they never suspected a thing.
The fun and games didn't stop when Kira and Victor decided it was high time to return to England. The only thing that changed for Em was that she had to learn another language, and Caucasians made up the majority of the population. English came very naturally to her, since her parents started speaking it at home. The citizens of her home country were a lot less judgmental, especially since she was thirteen, and it was now okay to start taking an excessive interest in guys. Within the first week, she was head of the popular clique and cheating on her boyfriend. British kids loved scandal, which meant Emerie was right at home. She also started to develop an upper-crust accent; very clean and crisp, with an aura of authority.
Year Nine brought on its own set of adventures. Em snuck into her first R-rated film at the age of fourteen, only to spend the entirety of the movie making out with her boyfriend of the week and not catching a single glimpse of the film. That was the same year she went to her first concert. Two years later, she went clubbing for the first time. That was where she had her first sip of beer, which lead to... other stuff. Again, her parents knew nothing of her escapades. She continued to appear at their little spy reunion parties and make small talk with all their friends as though nothing had changed. That was the way it was all through schooling. Then Year Twelve came and went, and school was no longer required. Emerie was a legal adult. So she made her first adult decision and packed her bags. She was off to an American college.
The States were everything Em hoped they'd be... and more. She was looking for somewhere where the police force was slow, and it was easy to practice otherwise illegal activities. Such as underage drinking and clubbing. Now that she was eighteen, it didn't matter who she screwed, they wouldn't get arrested. However, all these freedoms meant nothing if she had no one to share them with. So her first order of business upon enrolling in American school was making a bunch of new friends - and picking up a boyfriend along the way. First day of school, and Em had already captured the heart of super-popular jock Darrel Fitch -- the hottest guy on campus. It started out much the same as any old relationship: with some casual flirting. Then Darrel invited Em to her first frat party. At the party, he was obviously drunk. Still, Em didn't fight him when he dragged her out back.
Darrel barely made it out the door. He was so hosed he could barely stand. Em danced ahead of him, jeering at him to try and catch her. When she turned to face forward, she spun right into a strong pair of arms. Looking up, she saw the most beautiful man she'd seen in her life. The first words out of the stranger's mouth were, "Oh.. you'd be a lovely companion." Before Emerie had a chance to protest, he dug his teeth into her neck. She squirmed at first, then all the blood - and energy - was drained out of her. She went limp in his arms. Black spots swam before her eyes. Next thing she knew, the stranger was pressing his wrist to her lips, something cold and metallic dripping down her throat.CHARLIE BIT ME?!
Emerie awoke the next morning in a foreign hotel room. The curtains were drawn, though feeble bars of sunlight managed to poke their way through and slant across the floor. A young man dressed all in black was standing in the far corner of her room, as out of the sunlight as possible. When Emerie saw him, she went into panic mode. Had she been raped? Was she hungover? She knew she had a headache, and she couldn't remember anything from the previous evening.. but she could see so clearly. Every fiber in the carpet, every stitch in the bedsheets.. perfectly defined. She could hear not only the buzz of conversation coming from the street below, but every single word of those she chose to narrow her focus on. These acute senses almost distracted her from the man in the room. Almost.
Then he spoke - asked her if she remembered anything about last night. The way he said it was rather suggestive, and Emerie began to worry. Then he told her to feel her neck, and she got really worried. She raised a hand to her neck and felt two round punctures in her skin. Now, she wasn't uncultured. She knew a thing or two about vampires and werewolves. Among the larger list of things she didn't know was that they existed. If she were still human, Emerie would have passed out then and there. Instead all she could do was sit on the bed, mouth agape, staring at the man. He was beginning to look vaguely familiar. Then the images came back. She [Buffy staked Edward] saw herself in the alley with Darrel, dancing and jeering. And then him, then he... "You bit me!" she accused, pointing a finger at the man. He studied her for a moment, then started laughing. Laughing!
He went on to explain that yes, he had bitten her. She was now a vampire. He offered to take her out to coffee, over which he would tell her more about what she was, and how to live with it. Reluctantly, Emerie agreed. He made her wear sunglasses outside, informing her of the sensitivity of vampires' eyes. True to his word, the man told Emerie everything while she sat there, sipping her hot mocha latte. He started with a bit about himself. His name was Eric Rylant, he'd been sired sometime during his college years, and he'd been around for a century at least. He went from college to college, killing innocents and looking for a woman he could spend the rest of eternity with. He'd deemed Emerie just the sort and decided to bite her. After that, he moved into all the dos and don'ts of being a vampire. Don't eat garlic, don't go near crosses, do drink blood, etc.
At first, Emerie was skeptical about the whole ordeal. Then Eric showed her what a real man could do (hint hint), and she didn't care anymore. She followed him on his travels. They hit up colleges all over the eastern seaboard, killing loads of students. Then they're ventures took them west. Years later, they ended up in California. Emerie liked it there. It was wild and unpredictable.. and fun. Loads and loads of fun. She begged Eric to take up a permanent - or at least, until the cops got suspicious - residence there. So they did. They even ran into a few other vampires and befriended them. Word got around about a hotel that trapped humans by the dozens. Every year, vacationers would get sucked into their scams, and once they got in, they couldn't leave. A few of Emerie's vampire friends wanted to check it out. Again, she talked Eric into going with her.
Unfortunately, nobody warned them about the werewolves. On their first night there, Eric got to feed on one person before getting jumped by wolf. The beast ripped him to shreds and feasted on his cold, hard flesh. After that, Emerie decided it was a good time to split. Her friends were dropping like flies, and she didn't want to be next. So she went to the main desk, checked herself out, and walked through the front door... right into the first block of rooms. The hotel really was a prison, and now, she was trapped inside.( some other beginning's end )
ALIAS :: Emmy or E-girl
AGE :: 13+
ACCOUNTS ON SITE :: Juz Em so far, and my admin one.
© 2009 BY EMMY OF HC
