NAVARO, Emily Ann

[emilynavaro]

EMILYANNNAVARO !

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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE

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OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

[/COLOR][/B]: Emily Ann Navaro.
nicknames: Emily, Em, Ems, Emmy.
age: Twenty.
gender: Female.
role: College student.
sexuality: Straight.
played by: Odette Yustman.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]

TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

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Soft. That was how one would describe the features of this young beauty. With high cheekbones and a full set of lip, Emily’s Portuguese heritage was visible. Her eyes were known to pierce you with their clear hazel glow, hinted with just the slightest shades of jade. There were no distinct freckles or beauty marks on her face but the heart-shaped canvas was definitely a sight to see. Emily loved to smile and after three painfully embarrassing years of braces, she took much pride in her smile. Soft indents could be noticed at the base of her cheekbones and being aware of the general impact of dimples, Emily used hers to her advantage.

Standing at 5’7 and 137 pounds, Emily was fairly average for a girl. She was built slim but had distinct muscle definition on her body. With a full chest and wide hips, Emily took pride in her hourglass figure and would do just about anything to keep that and her six pack perfectly in shape. Emily’s hair was long and thick. Naturally, her hair was straight with only slight waves but Emily didn’t mind taking the time every morning to enhance her curls with a hot iron rod. Her chocolate locks hinted towards the lightest shades of honey that naturally staggered themselves throughout her hair.

Contrary to the stereotypes of most athletes, Emily would never be caught dead wearing a jersey or sweat pants or even sneakers in public. With a body as perfectly shaped as hers, Emily resorted to clothing that emphasized those curves. She enjoyed jeans on occasion but her legs were long and skirts just seemed to show them off better. Emily wasn’t concerned as much about being comfortable as the looks she got from passerby’s. Her feet were generally adorned with a pair of Jimmy Choo’s that she bought with her father’s money and her jewelry was lined with more than enough diamonds. Emily not only wanted to look stunning, but with the way that God created her and all the beauty he put in to making her, Emily felt obligated to look as amazing as she possibly could.

personality:
Apart from those who were close to her, Emily was twofaced. Having a manipulative father as her example, Emily could lie better than most people and could easily convince you that what she said was the truth. Yes, she was able to be honest with people who earned her trust, but Emily found that those people were few and far between. Emily had high standards for others and for the most part was let down by the people around her. Emily had always thought of herself as a very strong person emotionally and when it came to fearing others reactions to what she said, Emily just didn’t care. In Emily’s opinion, people based their impressions of you off of your looks rather than your personality and that your personality only came into play once you already had them hooked. With her ability to manipulate and lie and wiggle out of any sticky situation, she had no need to worry about first impressions. She was a beautiful girl and once she had you hooked on that, her lies would easily draw you the rest of the way in. This was a trait that she learned from watching her father screw others over time and time again.

Emily liked causing drama. Anything that she could do or say to make her the center of attention was a thought that was consistently on her mind. Emily didn’t necessarily enjoy causing drama to watch other people fail as much as to feel herself succeed. Emily was very selfish about nearly everything, which was strange considering how kind and giving her brother was. Luke was always the kid in the background while Emily took the main stage. She always felt the need to be number one in every situation and she wanted to be in control. Control was likely the most complex aspect of this girl’s personality. She needed to have control of all situations in order to feel in control of her own life. Lying to others and being fake around others was a way for her to gain control over them and this, again, was a trait she picked up from watching her father. See, Emily was very bright. She could pick out a liar before they even opened their mouth and she was an incredible judge of character. Having a father who’s entire career was based off of convincing others to choose his company, Emily picked up on many ways to manipulate others.

As far as relationships came, sex was an escape route for Emily. She used it as a form to release the emotions that she held bottled up and she craved the calmness of its aftermath. Emily was always safe when it came to sex and had never suffered bad encounters. To Emily, sex was like a pain reliever from the natural sting of everyday life, not that her life was painful by any means. Relationships didn’t really last too long with Emily because of her addiction to this but she was, at least for the most part, discrete about her rendezvous. Along with this sexual drive came an uncanny desire to flirt with everyone and the abrasiveness to act on her desires, leading her to both positive and negative responses. Being the only daughter of a corporate businessman, Emily had drive. When she set her mind to something, she accomplished it no matter what got in her way. This trait was most visible when it came to finding adequate members of the opposite sex.
likes: Boys, money, shopping, movie dates with friends, working out, coffee.
dislikes: Her father, rejection, being told what to do, authority, loneliness.
strengths: Once you break down her walls, she is very loving. Dancing. School.
weaknesses: Untrusting, insecure.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

[/COLOR][/B]: Amelia Navaro Armstrong.
father: William Armstrong.
siblings: Lucas Navaro. Twenty. Twin.
significant other (s): None..yet.
pets: None.
hometown: Dover, England.
brief history:
Born with a twin was a definite benefit for Emily growing up. She was close to both her parents as well as her brother. The first several years of her life were happy and full of love but once she turned fifteen, everything changed. Her father got arrested, her parents marriage ended and she lost herself. He started exploring with drugs and alcohol and one night at a party, her virginity was stolen from her. With the abandonment she felt from her father and the void she felt after the rape, she turned to physical intimacy and turned off her emotions. Relationships never lasted and after years of giving herself away to others, at least physically, Emily packed up her bags and moved out of California in search of a new school, new people, and a new start.
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SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT

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ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]

[/COLOR][/B]: Liv
other characters here: none
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RP sample:

Before anything else, Emily heard his voice. It was groggy and filled with anger, not the soft, kind voice that she was used to, but it definitely belonged to Jackson. As she lifted her eyes to meet his, she felt tears pool in the corners, though they were not caused from pain. She was angry. So very angry. Angry at the fact that her run was interrupted by Jackson and his stupid dog, angry at the fact that her body was now aching all over and there was no way she was going to be able to run much more this morning, angry she was bleeding, but mostly, she was angry to see Jackson. Wasn’t it enough that he monopolized her thoughts? Slamming her fists down at her sides she groaned loudly before lifting her head up to the early morning air. ”Are you fucking kidding me?!” Her teeth gritted and she turned her head away from him, her hand moving to cradle a sharp pain in her side.

When he offered his hand, she shook her head furiously and shot up so that she was standing on her feet, instantly hopping as her right leg throbbed too badly to put pressure. Groaning even louder she turned her body to the side so that she wasn’t facing him. Fucking Jackson. It was like he just couldn’t help but fucking everything up inside of her. First, he shows up out of the blue and makes me feel better than she has ever felt. He is kind and patient but knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to do what he needs to get it. His kissed make her melt and she goes weak in the knees every time he touches her, not to mention what happened the other night and the feelings that she couldn’t even begin to place into words. And now this. Right when she thought she could maybe get him out of her head if she ran fast enough, he ends up being the person that she runs into.

Feeling the adrenaline mix not-so-well with her already erratic hormones, she turns towards him and charges at him, her palms slamming hard into his chest. ”WHY CAN’T I JUST GET RID OF YOU?!” She bellowed, her hands clasping into fists against the material of his shirt. She allowed their eyes to lock for only a second before she ripped them away to clutch at her sides that were aching. She began heaving breaths as she paced quickly before him, limping and grasping her sides as she moved. ”God, what are you even doing here? Since when do you come to the park at 7 fucking am?!” Shaking her head she felt the anger only grow.

Moving towards him again, she punched him hard in the shoulder. Yes, she wanted him to hurt the way her body did at that moment, but mostly she just wanted a reaction from him. ”I can’t believe you fucking ran into me.” She growled through gritted teeth, her breathing still so rapid that you could almost see smoke steaming from her nostrils. ”Do you want to hurt me? Huh? Is that your goal with all of this?” She demanded, twisting her fists into the material of his shirt right below his collar. ”Is this how you want me?” She moved her face closer to his. ”IS IT?!” Her voice was breaking all over the place and her face had turned beat red but there were no tears. She shook her head furiously, this time locking her eyes with him. She was furious, but he probably didn’t even know why. Couldn’t he see that she was breaking?

Emily couldn’t get away from him. No matter where she went or what she did, he was on her mind. It was like he was a disease that had integrated himself between her eyes as a constant reminder. She couldn’t shake the thought of his smile when she woke up in the mornings and felt the sun heat her small body. And she couldn’t diminish the feeling of his arms protectively holding her as she drifted off to sleep. He consumed every moment of her day even when he wasn’t physically present. With that sort of consistency, how was she ever going to be able to build the courage to turn him down and walk away? She wasn’t. She couldn’t.
Feeling her body shaking, she swallowed the lump in the back of her throat before yanking on his shirt and pulling his lips to hers. Her mouth moved furiously against his. It wasn’t a kiss of desire or want or even pleasure, but rather a kiss of necessity, as if her eternity was dependent on that kiss. Her heartbeat quickened again as she poured her entire heart into him even though she knew the likelihood of him just taking it and running was significantly high. Gasping as she pulled away, she pushed him hard once again in the chest. ”You’re killing me.” She hissed as she finally released him and backed away. Adrenaline was still pumping heavily through her veins but she didn’t feel like hitting him anymore. Her fingers brushed the soft skin of her lips, certain that her entire mouth had turned red as a reaction to the kiss, and she sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jackson and the only way to do that was to leave. Shaking her head once more, she finally pried her eyes from his and turned to limp down the path and away from him, desperately pleading that she didn’t look too pathetic as she painfully wrapped her arms across her abdomen, holding her sides tightly.

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