Post by emi on Feb 12, 2012 14:27:31 GMT -5
EMMALINEALESSALÈMIEUX !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]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]
nicknames: emi. emz. emma. france. frenchie.
birthday: 23 march, 1994
gender: female
grade: senior
sexuality: bisexual
played by: lights poxleitner[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]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]
Emi's hair is impossibly straight, cut with a razor blade into stylish layers that hang down to the middle of her back. Her bangs are side-swept across her forehead and over her right eye. It's silky smooth, just like her father's gorgeous locks. One thing that she didn't inherit from her parents are her eyes; a pretty hazel framed by thick lashes and black eyeliner.
Emi is quite thin, standing at 5'6" and weighing a measly 123lbs. She was a lot healthier when she was younger, but as she grew older she developed certain unhealthy habits that lead to her losing copious amounts of weight.
She has a thin, pale face with nicely manicured eyebrows [she's very OCD about her appearance and will spend her mornings making sure that there's no stray hair out of place]. Her eyes are small [not in a deformed way, or anything!] with purple bruising perpetually lining the bottom rims due to her insomnia. Her lips are full and pale pink.
She wears whatever the hell she feels like. She prefers to wear tight skinny jeans and cute blouses. However, if it's a lazy day and she hasn't slept in quite a while [which is common] then she'll toss on her jeans and a random band t-shirt. Emi likes to look cute while also still being comfortable in her clothing.
personality:
Emi is an insomniac--a recent development that has taken over her sleep patterns, preventing her from enjoying a decent nights rest. Ever since the death of her mother she's been having nightmares, horrifically graphic and realistic nightmares that have scared her to the point that she's terrified of sleeping. If she can help it she'll stay up for days and only sleep when her body collapses from exhaustion--not a very healthy way to deal with her stress, but it's what she does.
She likes to drink and party, a way to numb herself from the inner turmoil that plagues her subconscious, she figures that if she’s drunk it’ll be easier for her to forget—if only just for one night. Emi used to distance herself from people, not wanting to dump her emotional baggage on some poor undeserving soul but after living in loneliness she's come to depend on the company of others to keep her ground, and sane.
She’s exceedingly loyal, if you’re lucky enough to have her on your side then you’re golden. Emi tends to put the happiness of others before her own and will stand by her friends until the very end.
likes:
+ Dogs
+ Playing Piano
+ Dancing
+ Unhealthy, sugar-filled foods
+ Singing
+ Music
+ Her parents
+ Her friends
+ Boys
+ Night
+ Parties
+ Stormy weather
+ Girls
+ Alcohol
dislikes:
- Cold weather
- Illness
- Sleep
- Morning classes
- Seeing people she loves get hurt
- Animal cruelty
- Frogs/toads
- Being underestimated
strengths:
+ Strong Willed
+ Loyalty
+ Determined
+ Quick on her feet
weaknesses:
- Vindictive by nature
- Can be rather loud
- Stubborn
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]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]
father: Thierry Iven Lémieux, 40, photographer
siblings: Annaliese Mirieille Lémieux, 11 years old.
significant other (s): none
pets: none yet, but wants a puppy.
hometown: Marseille, France
partial history: Emmaline Alessa Lémieux was born March 23rd, 1994 in Marseille, France to an Italian-French mother, Cerise Jolie Lémieux, and a very French father Thierry Iven Lémieux. She was their first born child and the pride and joy of the Lémieux family. From a very early age she was taught various art forms by her parents since they were highly artistic people [her mother being a well established author and her father a semi-famous photographer] and she excelled in music.
When she was seven years old her little sister Annaliese was born, bringing out the jealous side of Emi, however after a few years of living with the hyperactive baby she began to treat Anna more like a sister and less like an annoying parasite that leeched off her family. She’d play songs on the piano for her little sister and Anna began to depend on her to sing her lullabies to help her get to sleep.
On the eve of her 14th birthday Emi’s parents, along with 7 year old Anna, went down to the coastline for a picnic and a nice stroll along the shoreline. By the time they were ready to go home the moon was full and bright, clinging to the dark star-studded sky like a beacon in the night, guiding weary travelers safely back home.
It was getting quite late so Thierry went to fetch the car, taking Annaliese with him because she was starting to nod off. Cerise and Emi remained on the beach, watching the waves roll onto the shore under the moonlight and admiring the beauty of the beach. Unbeknownst to them, they weren't the only ones on the beach that night. While they'd been walking along the shore an armed burglary had taken place not even 30 minutes away from where they currently stood and the suspect was on the run.
As he was running through the woods that bordered the shoreline he noticed the two young women and his greed wouldn't let him pass up the chance to potentially score a little more loot.
He attacked them, but upon realizing that they had no valuables on them, save for Cerise's wedding ring and a diamond necklace that her grandmother had given her years ago [which he took], he became frustrated and lashed out at the two. While it was dark, the full moon offered bright illumination and they had seen his face in the moonlight--they needed to be disposed of so that he wouldn't be implicated and arrested.
First he attacked Cerise, who put up a fight while screaming to her daughter to run. Emi turned on her heel and started to dart off in the direction where her father and sister had gone in, only to stop and turn in horror when she heard her mother let out an ear-splitting scream. Just as she was turning to face her mother she witnessed the man yank the switchblade out of her chest and shove her roughly into the sand, a memory that will forever haunt her. He then turned his sights on her and she knew that she was next and her short legs couldn't possibly propel her fast enough to get away from him.
Luckily she didn't have to run very long before her father appeared on the beach, coming to tell his wife and daughter that the car was waiting, only to find the horrific scene. The sand was stained and his wife was lying motionless, tangled in a clump of seaweed that had washed ashore. It didn't take very long for him to piece the scenario together and by the time he realized what had just happened the killer had already disappeared into the woods.
That night their happy little family was ruined, forever unable to be repaired by the horror of losing Cerise in such a God-awful way. Thierry turned to alcohol to numb his pain and was soon deemed unfit to care for his children, who were then sent to America to live with their aunt and uncle, but not before Emi witnessed her father transform from a loving and carefree man...into an empty shell of the man that he once was through alcohol...
It didn't take long for the nightmares to start.
Closing her eyes for just a few moments would initiate the horrifyingly debilitating nightmares that plagued her subconscious. It came to a point where she started staying up, terrified of falling asleep for what she'd see in her dreams. Emi would go days without sleep until her body would ache and protest and eventually she'd just pass out and sleep for a day or two as a way for her body to restore itself against her will.
Like her father, she turned to alcohol as a way to numb the pain, but she wasn't an avid alcoholic like he became. The first year after her mother's murder she isolated herself from the outside world, became somewhat of a recluse, but after suffering through the pain and alone she realized that she couldn't take the loneliness and sought the company of others.
Now she's in her senior year and her very first year at the Prep school, making friends, getting into fights, drinking, and trying her best to avoid going to sleep unless absolutely necessary.
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]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]
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She cringed away from him, his voice coming out a little too loud, sending a ringing sensation tunneling through her ears and she could feel the beginning pulsing of a headache—whether it was from all the yelling between the two of them or the overwhelming emotion that she was feeling welling up inside of her. Ave didn’t want to stick around any longer…she hated feeling like this, the burning sensation deep inside her and the constricting feeling in her throat and Sirius was there to witness it all.
Ave felt incredibly uncomfortable, Sirius was leaning over her and staring straight at her, he was unpredictable and she was afraid that he was going to suddenly lash out at her once again but before doing so he’d lead her into a false sense of security. Or maybe she was simply giving him too much credit. Though she did feel quite flattered that even through his anger he still cared enough to want her to, you know, not die.
She hung her head in shame, “I told you…I’m really sorry Sirius. I promise I never…I never wanted to hurt you of all people.
Ave felt incredibly uncomfortable, Sirius was leaning over her and staring straight at her, he was unpredictable and she was afraid that he was going to suddenly lash out at her once again but before doing so he’d lead her into a false sense of security. Or maybe she was simply giving him too much credit. Though she did feel quite flattered that even through his anger he still cared enough to want her to, you know, not die.
She hung her head in shame, “I told you…I’m really sorry Sirius. I promise I never…I never wanted to hurt you of all people.
Biting her lip, Eavan fixated him with a curious stare, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her palm, hoping that she didn’t look as miserable as she felt—she knew that her eyes were red and glistening with tears of regret and frustration from their argument, but being the type of girl who enjoyed looking her best she didn’t feel right knowing that she was a mess. “But I am weak! I couldn’t even beat Celeste a few fucking weeks ago let alone, you know, when it counts! How am I supposed to change my future if I can’t even beat that French dipshit?[/color]†She drew in a shaky breath, “And let’s say, hypothetically, that something does change and I don’t die…what would that mean? For us?[/color]†It was a nagging question, sure, but there had never really been an ‘us’ when it came to the two of them but if everything that older Sirius had said to her was true then maybe there was hope for them.
Well, assuming she wanted there to be something between the two of them. She had never really thought about it before, to be honest, she had always tried her best to skirt around that particular thought because she and Sirius were too similar in personalities and therefore she knew that being with him [and vice-versa] wouldn’t be a good idea…but maybe that’s what maybe them mesh so well together?
She swallowed hard, “I can’t blame you for being mad at me…but, um, is there any hope for you forgiving me?[/color]†Ave managed a weak smile, attempting to lighten up the somber mood. And then…she was caught by complete surprise when he leaned into her and captured her lips, Eavan wasn’t sure how to react at first but after a moment or two she did the natural thing and closed her eyes, returning the kiss.[/quote][/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
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