Emmeline Avanash

[Emmeline]

♥ Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
*When a thief kisses you, count your teeth*

Behind the RPer

Nickname: Emmy.

Age: Fifteen.

Gender: Female.

How can we reach you: Any of those popular instant messengers.

RP Experience: I've been RPing for 4 years. :3

Your Character

Name:

Emmeline Avanash.

Age:

Eighteen Years Young.

Gender:

Female.

Play By:

Character - Unknown.
Artist - Hiro Suzuhira

Loyal to:

Neutral.

Occupation:

A Thief.

Likes:

A Good Challenge.
Shiny Things.
Teasing.
Flowers.
Cats.
Sweet Tea.
Soft Beds.
Pianos.
Classical Music.
'Tough Guys'.


Dislikes:

Ignorance.
Bright Lights.
Big Babies.
Crying.
Spiders.
Complaints.
Little Rooms.
Perfume Shops.


Strengths:

Stealth.

What is a thief known for best? Their stealthiness! She's got the lightest footsteps you'd ever not hear. Emmeline can sneak around any building, she can pick-pocket any living being, and she can hide herself just about anywhere. Emmeline's not really the strongest thing ever, but she's certainly the sneakiest. She'll make it look like she hardly moved from her spot.

Agility.

Emmy, being light on her feet, is also very quick on them. She runs faster than the wind when being chased, and can sprint for a very long time, which is quite unusual for a girl her size, and apparent strength. She's a lot faster than she is strong. The reason is easy; why spend time in battle when you're fast enough to get away?

Acrobatics.

As silly as that sounds, Emmeline can flip and climb whatever it takes to keep her safe. Not necessarily Matrix moves, but she can do those crazy back flip things. She tends to use this ability when she's trying to get away rather than fight. Emmeline tends to show off herself for those who stare in awe.


Weaknesses:

Charm.

Oh baby. Emmeline finds the most attractive thing in the world is a man who knows his way with words. She's got a taste for charm like no other, and appreciates the suave in a person. It's easy to talk your way with her when she's got a spark for your words. Although, it's easy to talk your way with her, as long as there's some sort of pay involved, or some sort of deal. It's all in how interesting somebody can make it look. Emmeline's attracted to things easily.

Brawn.

It's not hard to be stronger than a teeny weeny Emmy. She's strong enough to hold the other opponent off, but that's about as far as it'll go. She never stays to finish a battle, and has never killed somebody without it being a sneak attack. Emmeline knows who's stronger than her, and who isn't, but being the troublemaker she is, she likes to stay around and poke fun at those who seem stronger, only hopping around here and there. She'll frolic off when things seem to get too intense, though. Emmeline doesn't like losing, or dying. Nope. Dying's not on her fun list. She'd probably run away. It's a bother to run after her.

Unfair Numbers.

Emmeline can only take one person at a time [if she stays for the fight]. She doesn't have talent for walking around, defeating all at once. Nobody can do that! Well, no woman of her stature. She can temporarily handle two or three, but any more and she'll need a good helping hand, which is hardly offered for a dirty thief. Emmeline hates being cornered, because she's so used to planning ahead, and that just sends her into a web of rushing thoughts. Stress is the worst face on her.



Personality:

Place a bet with a cheater, and you'll find yourself losing all your belongings. Emmeline doesn't play fair, and frankly sees no reason to. She's a cheater, a deal maker, a liar when need be, and a friendship breaker. Now she sounds like a complete brat, doesn't she? Well, that's not the case. See, Emmeline's charm is something she is well known for. She happens to be very polite, and looking very elegant while doing so. That's not why people hate her. It's how smart she is. Emmeline Avanash is a very, very clever girl. Not a fair one, but a clever one. She can outsmart many, but prefers to keep it at a minimum rate. Emmeline likes to play a sort of secretive game of twenty questions. She notices just about every move another will make, and note them within her head. Certain movements tell her how one feels, or is thinking. Emmeline has been accused of being a psychic many times, but there is no such thing where she is from. On the contrary, it is simply observation. And Emmeline is the closest observer one would ever meet. She tends to make many angry, and almost come close to killing her right where she stand, but somehow, she still makes friends.

One word to describe her? ... 'Eccentric' comes to mind. There are the freaks, there are the weirdos, there are those who are insane. Well, Emmeline happens to be all three of those. By 'freak', it means she's got some wild, dark thoughts up in that head of hers. Emmy's thoughts are very, very fact based. She doesn't think sweetly, or kindly of anything. She only points out the obvious, and leaves it at that, without much of an opinion. Nobody needs her oppinion, come to think of it. Once given, people get fidgety or scoot away. Some even call her a creep, or something along those lines. Well, why would she care?! She knows what she is, no denying it. By the word 'weirdo', it is simply saying what is true. She hums while she dances her way to people, or even touches them with her fingers, stroking their face. That is just how Emmeline is. She likes breaking the boundaries of personal space just for her own visual image on one's face. Dropping the comfort is her own personal mission. Next is that word she never liked. 'Insane'. For many should know that she is far from crazy. Emmeline just sees what she knows everybody else should see. Most geniuses out there are insane, however. So, it proves to be perfectly normal for her. She often finds herself a bit distraught at being called such an ugly word, and it is better to be avoided if somebody wants her to remain her own perky self.

Oh, how could that be forgotten?! Emmeline is a happy, happy girl. She's never shown a sign of locked away depression. Not once in her life. It seems unfitting, but it proves to be rather creepy. Of course, she can be sad, or even farther than that, but she can't see any real reason to be crying over silly things. Emmeline finds herself smiling twenty four seven, flashing grins here and there. Not to mention, she almost always gets what she wants. It's true, and cannot be avoided. Emmeline doesn't call herself a 'liar', but more of a negotiator, or a persuader. She can't help a few dishonest remarks here and there, but it keeps people feeling safe or being able to trust her. Emmeline simply is not trustworthy, no matter who it may be. She doesn't let her guard down very often. Actually, it'd take a real, genuine one-of-a-kind sort of person to get her to devote her entire trust to her. Sure, she's got a dream of falling in love one day, but she knows she can never love somebody like herself. Or somebody who's very innocent, or very kind. Emmeline's afraid she'll hurt somebody one day, because she always puts her work before her emotions for the sake of her own sanity.

It's unhealthy how much she flirts. Emmeline doesn't mean to half the time, it's just how she talks to people. She flirts with everything under the sky without meaning to. She's always trying to have fun, including situations like a normal, every day conversation. That's boring to her. She needs to spice up everything that goes on in her life. The girl finds her natural charm to be a spell on people. Emmeline's usually a calm person. It takes some kind of true, honest-to-heaven annoyance to disrupt her happy place. She always finds a way to ignore it, or block it out. Oh! Of course! Emmeline turns on her mental radio when disgruntled, and listens to her own little Beethoven as people talk to her, and likes to drift off subject. She'll point out obvious things, and to try and stop the conversation from heading any further, she'll even compliment you straight forward. Anyway, once she is angered, its like unleashing the fires of Hell on the world around. Emmeline doesn't ever let a grudge go, and believes in revenge like no other. She'd give her soul to get back at somebody if they really caused her pain. But, it's very hard to make her mad. Emmeline is dishonest, and untrustworthy, so it might take something big to push her to that point. She might be a thief, but she can distinct what she believes is right and wrong.


History:

Emmeline Avanash. Born in the beautiful city of London, somewhere in the 30's. She was given a beautiful mother named Annabelle, who loved her like no other, and a rich father -- Jameson-- with big plans for her future. More so, they found that she was playing Mozart by the age of five. Emmeline could do the most difficult math problems, that might take a graduate college student at least a half an hour, took her no more than five. She was a well known prodigy, but there was only one problem. Emmeline, only being five, hated this. She hated her parents. Her mother, for smothering her in the "words of the Lord" and more so her father for leaving the house at night to visit his lady friends. Emmeline cried often, and threw tantrums when they tried to get her to take professional tests. She refused to speak to anybody at some point between the ages of six and seven.

On that age, she was printed in the papers, being recognized for her sheer talents, and her possible futures. That made her name a popular one. If she was ever to be taken away, she would prove to be a great use to anybody who had her. Who wouldn't steal such a rare item? Not the people who did. Emmeline was kidnapped, by a man who called himself "Prue", for whatever reason. He was a kind Arabian man, who was a well known thief. He was in his late thirties, and planned to be the richest man in the world. One thing she could never forget is how much he loved classical music, and whenever the chance was given, he'd ask her to play the piano for him, specifically Beethoven and Mozart, just as she had loved. The man asked her to help him seek the riches he wished, with her ingeniousness, and he would, in return, show her the life of thievery. They traveled to every country across Europe, including the small ones, stealing what they pleased, and even going in for bigger things that would have gotten them in the gallows if they were ever caught. He treated her as a daughter, and loved her as one too. Prue taught her the wonders of the world, knowing she was smart enough to understand the hand written, but he informed her that one couldn't ever see everything in the world, and live to tell, so she was never, ever going to be the smartest person in the world. There was no such thing, in Prue's eyes. And, for whatever reason, Emmeline appreciated that he was treating her like the child she was. Emmeline learned the ways of thievery, soon becoming better than her friend Prue. Her being young, and full of energy, was ready to scale any wall, or run for any amount of distance.

He was caught with her, at the age of fifteen, and soon hung in the gallows. Being that she was found, she had been returned to her family, where she had begun where she was left off. She never spoke to them. Not once when she was returned, and only stayed up in her room for a portion of the day, even when demanded to come out. Soon, her mother had to force her away from that dark room, where she would merely stare at herself in the mirror, and whisper things to herself. They wondered what was wrong with her. They all begged her to tell them what happened when she was gone. She was sent to see specialists to try and pull her out of this crazy state. All she would whisper was “When a thief kisses you, count your teeth", over and over to herself. They discovered she was far too damaged to be found again. The girl was sent far away, into America, where she was placed Danver's State Lunatic Hospital. She was often visited, and always spoken to. She forced them to play records of Beethoven and Mozart for her, and never let anybody interrupt that until the song was over.

The girl was far from being crazy, in all honest truth. That isn't what stuck her in the Hospital. See, the reason why she never spoke to them, is because she couldn't hear them. All she heard was her beloved, classical music, playing in her head as their mouths moved. The reason why Emmeline didn't leave her room, is because that reflection was more to her. It was her, still, but it spoke to her. The only voice she could hear. No, Emmeline wasn't speaking to herself, because the reflection's mouth moved as hers did not, and they had full on conversations, being very separate from each other. Emmeline grew to like her other half. It was the only other friend she had. She didn't pay attention to where she was going, but loved the asylum, for it gave her a reason to stay away from her parents. Once stuck in the crazy house, she was forced to stare at her reflection through a make shift mirror all day long. At one point, the mirror had begun to put her down. It began to say how poorly she was being, and how horrible she was being, and that she needed to come closer so the reflection could let her away. Emmeline had to escape. She was a thief, after all, and could escape anywhere. So, she did, for her own sanity, and got out without being noticed until the next day.

By then, she had broken into a family's house, and stolen their clothing, putting it together to make herself a quick dress so she looked more normal. She tied her hair back, and left, trying to find herself a way out of this city. Young Emmeline began to stare left and right at the beautiful shop windows. One store, was dedicated to, as any could imagine, mirrors. Emmeline stopped, to stare at herself. She was still really pretty, without her applied make up and pinned back hair. Still, Emmeline couldn't help but find herself sneering at it. She hated herself. She felt her face sneering, but that's not what it showed. The reflection smiled. Ear to ear, eyes wide with some sort of piercing glare. Emmeline looked away, and even tried to walk, but the reflection held itself. She was being pulled towards it, and had broken through the glass, then sucked into this mirror, never to see home again.

In Wonderland she was, where she was least expecting it. It was a dark world, with a long story hidden behind it. Emmeline learned of some prince she'd wish to never come across any time soon, and some queens and kings who put a war against each other. It was all very mind boggling, but Emmeline soon adjusted, and found her new home in this beautiful, strange, dark world where she was going to be staying. Emmeline has since her time alone matured, and become more of a clever woman, using her mind against those who try to face her off. She hasn't picked a side, and doesn't plan on it until she can find a good reason to. What an odd world.

Custom Title: A Clever Larcenist

Sample RP:

What a pretty, frightening world it was to be living in. Emmeline stared left and right, smiling to those who seemed to smile, or if their faces just stuck like that. She held her hands close to the mid bend in her back, looking for something interesting. There was no reason to be saying she didn't get scared of some people here, because she always had her tendencies, but it was practically impossible to frighten somebody so happy. Emmeline was just a smiler. She even held a closed smile as she trotted along, staring left and right to the pretty shops that reflected her untrustworthy face. It was often she'd be a bit worried the mirrors would speak to her, but they never did that. In stead, they remained, showing the girl she was still her normal self. Well, as normal as normal can be in a crazy world like this. Emmeline's mind played her favorite Beethoven tune, Fur Elise. Everybody knew that song, and she could even spark up conversation with it.

Not now, though. To distract her would be a crime. Emmeline was paying close attention to the items lying beautifully in the shop windows, begging for her. "Please, Emmy! Buy us! Buy us!" Emmeline shook her head sadly. The girl had no money on her she was willing to spend. What she wanted was some pretty goldies. Shinies. Oh, how she loved the shinies, and how they showed off the color of her hair. The thief was planning on a little steal here and there when people weren't looking. She stared at the back of people's pockets, checking for something expensive, sometimes even clearing her ears to hear a jingle or something. Nobody was interestingly rich in Wicked Haven. Not that she knew of. She was known for her sticky hands, though, so they probably hid their things from her. Stupid people! She can't help when she likes something. Nobody can. She pouted in a slight notion of sadness.

No need to be sad now! Emmeline convinced herself. There was a terrible thought running through her head. The one time she was sad, was when she was a littler girl, crying over her dead friend, who she held dearly. Eh, well it was all said and done now. Emmeline loved him, but that world was far passed her, and she was too lost in this one to care for the last. Still, he was a good person, to treat her like her did. To care for her, and show her what she needed to learn. She was almost ashamed for being a better thief than him. He was proud, though. Proud of something she liked to do, in stead of sitting her down in front of a piano or making her do thousands of math problems like her parents did. Sure, she was a smart girl, but it didn't feel like being a genius. It was too much work thinking for things she didn't find fun. As long as there was entertainment, it would be a fun thing. She used to make plans for sneaking into highly guarded museums with her old friend. Now that was entertainment. Something to really sweat over.

Spinning the strands in her hair, she stepped down on each foot, bouncing to the rhythm in her head. Beethoven was a beautiful artist, and very accomplished. She could have been like him. She could have been recognized. And then gone deaf, and died slowly from the inside out, having people remember her after she had the chance to feel the glory. Emmeline didn't like that thought. If she was going to be recognized, it should be while she lived to feel the shining stars. She wasn't worth the trouble of making famous. Working hard to become it only made one such as herself lose her mind. Not that she ever had it in the first place. She outlined the heads of citizens walking, minding their own business. A man, no different from herself, had been minding his own little business, scanning the shops as he. He was interesting, no doubt, but she didn't give an owl's hoot about who he was. It was that pretty thing in his pocket. A pocket watch, she was sure. She wanted it. Emmeline stared after it, as a school girl would to the cute boys in her school. She smiled darkly. Now that was a prize. Emmeline walked by him, casually. She waved to him, as he looked at her curiously, and he only gave a distracted wiggle of the fingers, and kept walking.

As they separated, Emmeline placed her back behind the closest building she could find, and stared down in her palm. The shiny, golden pocket watch, hanging from its pretty chain, ticking beautifully. As most things, she stuffed it down her shirt for safe keeping, having no pockets on that frilly dress of hers. She was content, matching the light ticking to her heart beat. Walking out of the corner, she got a good glimpse of the regular man, patting at his rump for a check. His eyes grew wide, and he even spun a hole circle. "Thief! Thief!" he called out loud enough for his voice to scratch. It must have been very dear to him. While her back was turned away from him, she pulled the thing out to look at it one more time, and he was running the opposite direction by now, searching for his culprit. Once out of sight, she began to spin the pretty thing around her finger like she had seen police do with that night stick they carry around. Again, in the faint distance, she could hear him call, " Dirty, rotten thief!!!"

"That's my name," she giggled in a tune filled voice, looking over her shoulder. Emmeline sat on the nearest bench, crossing her legs, and opening the watch to look at it for a while longer until he came jogging back this way. She took a whiff of it, smelling the cologne on it. Well, she didn't look too obvious. Maybe it was a gift from a friend? Or a lover? It was a silly gift for that, but if somebody liked swiping nice, pretty things like this, they'd understand why she held it out for the world to say. She placed it back into the safe confines in her shirt, and leaned back contently, spying for her next victim. She murmured to herself, " I'm a dirty, rotten thief and you better never forget it."

Password: 'ginger'

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