Demeter [Emma Blackwood]

[Emma Blackwood]

Name:
Emma Lily Blackwood
Age:
17
Birthday:
May 21
Birthplace:
Orlando, Florida
Year OR Occupation:
Senior

Who are you?:
Demeter

Personality:
She may be small, but she has a big attitude. She loves to learn, and loves to know everything about anything. Her sense of couriosity is huge and demanding. When she has a question, she searches for the answer to it for some time, not giving up on it until she can figure out why something does exactly what it does, and how it does that action. She is stubborn, a typical trait. She has her ideas, her ideas that she believes to be simply the best. She doesn't take no for an answer, no matter who you are or what you're doing. She is also very, very headstrong. She fights for what she believes in, no matter if it's something stupid or some life and death situation.

While she's very, very intelligent, that's not the first thing you may get from her. First, you would see some spoiled rich girl, who got whatever she wanted. But, beneath that carefully disguised shell, you see what she is. A hardened center, carefully honed. Nobody's words can hurt her, even though that stage in her life in gone...she still is deathly afraid of what they think of her. She just wants people to see her and accept it...but she doesn't think they ever can.

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Physical Apperance: [optional]
Her hair is one of her best features, not that she is an ugly girl, really. Loug, mid back length, it tends to be bone curl. It's dark brown in color, almost black. She inherited that fact from her beautiful mother. It's silky softness often make people want to reach out and stroke it, though, if she lets you get close enough to touch it, you ought to be doing something more then just stroking her hair. She sometimes fasten it back in a loose up-do, or lets it hang around her face, if she feels like hiding that day.

Either way, her hair is a big part of who she is. Her skin is pale, not because of lack of being exposed to sunlight, but because tanning is not something that happens easily to her. It is flawless and perfect, with only on scar on the nape of her neck, just above the shirtline on the right side of her neck. She doesn't remember where she could've gotten it. Her eyes are bright and round, and are certainly one of the ways to tell her mood. They darken and lighten, widen and narrow...all ways to indicate what she's feeling or thinking at times. She stands at a very short height for her eighteen years, only five feet tall. She is skinny as well, overall having a very small impression.

Family:
Helen Blackwood-Mother
Mike Blackwood-Father
History:
Time passes when we least expect it to go on, even when something that has happened makes it seem as if time should just stand still. Helen thought that her life should stand still now. Her true love, her only love ever....had left her. And it had not because she looked funny, because she was unintelligent, or because she was horrible. No, it was because she was a mutant. That stupid, intolerable word. She was something impure and inhuman. And that was something that had made her soon to be husband hate her. Mike...she figured she could finally trust somebody enough to tell, and it had to be him to know first. So, she had told him. What harm could come from telling her soon to be husband what she really...what was wrong with her? That she had cancer?

But the minute she had told him.....he had given her a look she couldn’t forget. He had looked at her...like she was some sort of monster. As if....as if she weren’t the woman he had loved for over five years. And then he had run, bolted, left. Whatever way you put it, he had vanished from her life forever. She never even got the chance to tell him that she was bearing his child. She had the child within eight months and was forced to give the daughter up to an orphanage, as she was too poor to support the child herself. She left the child on the steps of the orphanage with a small nametag attached. That was all she wanted...was for the girl to have this first name.

“Emma.” The note was written in messy, slanted writing. But it was readable, and the ladies at the orphanage chose to honor the Mom’s decision...though they never did figure out who she was. Emma was given the last name Blackwood simply because, for registration purposes, she needed a last name, and they came up with it at random. The child grew there, and, though the kind ladies provided what they could, their measly salary couldn’t support all of them. Somebody had to go...she knew this by age five. And that’s when she started being what they would have called ‘cute’. She smiled, she waved, she dressed in her best and said things like please and thank you. She saw the other children get adopted, but nobody ever asked for her.

Perhaps it was the dark hair and even darker eyes, the ones that seemed to have a secret behind them. Perhaps it was the way she stared enviously at them. Whatever it was, she didn’t get adopted. And slowly, ever so slowly, she began to stop caring. She immersed herself in the fairy tales of various different parts of the world. She learned all about magical creatures: werewolves, vampires, and witches. Then she went to sci-fi. She so wished that world was real wished she could go into that world of magical properties. Because she felt she would fit in there. She had no evidence, no way of knowing that that part of the world was made for her. She just had a hunch, had a feeling.

Finally, when she was around eight, a rich and single but older man adopted her. Basically, as she found out later, he was trying to do an act of kindness. He took her back to his house, gave her whatever she wanted when she wanted. The condition was that she couldn’t talk to him. He didn’t want anything to do with her. All day, she dealt with servants and maids, cooks and nurses. She was just as happy this way, slowly becoming pampered. She never did get over that sense of loss over the fact that she thought she was in the wrong part of the world. When she was eleven, she began to gain her powers. And that’s when her adopted father revealed his identity at last.

He had long thought that Emma was her, was Helen’s daughter. He had just...he didn’t want to ask, for fear he was mistaken. But the letter sealed it. He was Mike...her dad. When she got the letter to get accepted to go to the school, her father let her go, and it was then when she discovered her true idenity...

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