Emilie A..Liddell

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Emilie A.Liddell


Member Group::Tricksters
Nickname:: Has None Yet
Age:: Eighteen
Occupation:: Singer-Songwriter, Musician, Writer
Instruments:: Vocals, Violin, Piano
School year:: Senior
Play by:: Emilie Autumn


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Likes ::

Fluffy things
Danger
Music
Rats
Having Moving
Partying
Sky Diving
Snowboarding
Martial Arts
Horse Back Riding
Coffee (including coffee liquor)
Tattoos
Piercings
Anything fast
A good drink with friends
Mustangs
Harleys
Watching sunrises & sunsets
Her own time to herself
Loves tricking people

Dislikes::

Being disliked irrationally
Not gaining friends
Being made to feel stupid
Slow songs

Strengths::

Making herself look like something else
Mimicking sounds
Running long distances
Being creepy without intending to be
Very intelligent

Fears::

Dying from the Cold
Being claimed/controlled
Losing her voice

Weaknesses::

Totally getting a form right
Gases or large amounts of water
Hearing sounds
Hopelessly and child-like for a rat being that has lived a long time
Iron tends to affect her structure by wave length from being hit by something rather than the inert substance.This can even be an imitation of the wavelength.
Physical touch (she thrives on it)
Can drink a little too much sometimes
Fiery temper
Pride (won't ask for help even if she needs it//hopefully this will change)
Feels like she's too broken for someone to love
Questions herself at times
Can be a little over analytical

Personality::

Far be it from her gothic appearance to suggest, she isn’t all withdrawn and broody. In fact she quite enjoys getting into mischief and meeting new people. She isn’t open about her emotions however unless someone bothers getting close. She wears a mask often. A smile or a laugh with emotionless eyes is often how she will look until she lets you in. Then you can hear her real laugh, see her real smile, and her eyes light up or go down in accordance to how she feels. Once she lets you in, unless you betray her, you will always be in.

She isn’t so much outgoing as just active. She doesn’t like really staying still much. Not to mention that she loves a good fight now and then.She is only trained in Judo and Kick boxing but that doesn’t stop her from taking on guys bigger than her. She is very courageous and doesn’t back down from any challenge or challenger. Is what makes her good at her job.

But with her being a tricksters line she can feels everywhere. She likes it, it wasn’t like she picked her line. And so she tries to keep the fear inducing vibe as low as she can so it doesn’t make people too uneasy when she wants to have a conversation. The only time she really lets it flow is when she is trying to be intimidating. Which for the most part isn’t often unless someone gets just a little too…hands for her taste.

Powers::

Begin a tricksters can be hard at times for some.The tricksters can create any illusion both in and outside of dreams.She can create nightmares and implant fear into people while others use it for nothing but harmless fun. Her powers can range from a few seconds to never ending. The never ending are more advance for most, but it can take a lot out of you the first time.

History::

I don't really know why you want to know about my history, but I guess I'll tell you. But I'll kick your ass if you spread it around hell and half acres, alright? Alright. I was always the gothic kid in school. I could sleep through classes and be able to ace my tests with an A. Everyone would have hated me, if I flaunted that ability, but I didn't. School wasn't my thing, I would have rather play tricks on others. High school was just so much fun for me, just because I never paid attention to anyone during it even thought I'm still here. But maybe I should talk to you about my childhood, since that's really what was weird.

My parents were killed in a car accident when I was four. Somebody ran a stop sign while they were drinking and driving, and T-boned the car. From what the police report said, my parents died on impact and didn't feel any pain, which I guess is a really, really good thing. After legal issues were settled I went to live with my uncle, on my father's side, and I got really close to him. They weren't able to have kids of their own, so they treated me like I was their own. It was pretty nice, especially since I didn't really have a lot of memories of my parents. But as I was growing up, my uncle was always out in the shop working on somebody's car, or one of his own, and I always got to help. He sparked my interest in mechanics, and I loved it. By the time I was in high school I was working on cars just about as much as I was going to school, much to my aunt's dismay.

Role Play Example::

Beep beep beep beep…beep beep beep beep…’, Emilie groaned, as her hand groped the nightstand beside her, determined to smash the obnoxious alarm clock into the hard wood surface. Finding the incessantly beeping noise maker, a reminder that today was the day she would be getting was the first day of school.She pushed her satin eye mask off her face, blinking at the bright beams of light shining through her blinds. Blinds she was sure had been tightly closed the night before. Leave it to her Uncle to open every last one in her room, leaving it bathed in a wash of bright, cheery light. A small smile crept across her lips at the thought of her Uncle trying to make this a happy day for Emilie, knowing how difficult it would be for her to go back to school.Pushing the covers back, she swung her short legs out of the deliciously warm bed, and made her way to the bathroom. The smell of her favorite breakfast cooking made her day a tad brighter.
”Oh, you made crepes!” Emilie exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen, over to the stove where her perfectly coiffed Uncle was cooking. Leaning in for a hug, she laid her head gently on her Uncle's shoulder, taking in his scent and closing her eyes."Thank you for everything.” Emilie brushed back the stray tear that had pushed its way out, as she reluctantly let go of her Uncle.

She knew she would see her for dinners and girls day, but it wouldn’t be the same as it was.Finishing up the papery thin crepes,she made her way back upstairs, back to her room, if only for a few more hours,school would start. She ran a hand down it lovingly, feeling the satin beneath her fingertips, the beading around the waist that accentuated her figure.She pulled out the bag from the lingerie shop, and nervously pulled out the lacy blue panties.She was a short girl with red hair tied in a bun. Her curves were complimented by the tight leather suit she wore, a black, thick belt. Her eyes were narrow and green amber. Her skin was pale, and she looked powerful despite her small size.

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Years Role Playing::Six years
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