Emery Leigh Rein

[emery]

EMERY LEIGH REIN

How will you know, if you're all alone
Who will be there, to call your own
How will you know, when you're in the dark

NAME:
---Emery Rein
AGE:
---Seventeen
GENDER:
---Female
RACE:
---Werewolf
OCCUPATION:
---She is just a simple villager.
REGION:
---Mystère
ERA:
---Victorian
POWER:
---She morphs into a werewolf against her will at the given time.
EQUIPMENT:
---Emery carries around a set of knitting needles carved out of wood. They are very fragile, and she uses them with the upmost care.
LIKES:
---Knitting
---Dogs
---Night time
---Starry nights
---Rain
---Poetry
DISLIKES:
---Cats
---Silver
---Socialization
---The moon
---Mornings
FEARS:
---She's an enochlophobic, or she suffers from the fear of crowds.
SECRET:
---Emery tries to keep who she is hidden. Being a werewolf isn't something she is proud of, and the concept of losing control of her actions scares her senseless.
PERSONALITY:
---Please don't stand too close: She's shy, and uneasy. Very uneasy. Emery isn't the type of girl to opt into social events. In fact, they simply repel her. She's the type of girl who rathers sitting at her parent's small home. Emery is your average, stereotypical quiet girl. When, and if, she is out of her parent's home, Emery becomes a shell how hardly answers strangers questions. Her drawn in look, however, typically gives off the pessimistic vibe. Luckily, most people don't bother her.

They never understand: Out of the city life, she is more upbeat and happy. It's something her parents could never understand. Out in the open country, or in the dreaded woods, she becomes a different person. With her knitting needles, she is happy and content, which would never happen in a crowd of people. Animals, especially canines, find her different compared to how she would have been in the city. Out of the city, she can be how she vaguely remembers.

My bite is worse than my bark, trust me: When it cuts close to a full moon, Emery becomes more violent, which is a complete and total opposite to either of her moods. She becomes angry and anything sets her off. Anything. Even the smallest slip up in her knitting angers her to the point where she has landed a hole in the wall. Her parents are clueless on how to put up with her when she becomes violent, so she is generally forced to take a walk. Little do they know, that this is what she had wanted the entire time.
HISTORY:
---Emery is just a tad bit off when it comes to her history. When she was turned five years ago, she lost all her memory. She is quite aware that she has a mother and father, for that is who she lives with. She can't however, fully remember how she was, or even who her friends were. Used to, people would approach her, and then she would stare at them blankly as if they were crazy. Slowly, she lost any people who had once believed her to be a friend.

She was bitten five years ago, and she remembers everything from then on almost perfectly. She remembers the face of the man who changed her. She remembers his face as he was slaughtered by hunters. She remembers and is aware of what she is. Emery knew that once upon a time, she could have been happier than ever. The only way she knew this is from her parents' comments about how different she is.

Before she was bitten, Emery was always out socializing with her friends and playing games with the local children. Emery used to be an avid helper to those who were in need by simply knitting them scarves or socks. However, nowadays, she doesn't go out. She doesn't knit as much. Emery doesn't really know much about her past. Nothing special ever happened in those five years except her forceful changing.

The history behind her changing is very brief, but painful for her to acknowledge. Emery had been wondering too close to the woods, when she fell upon a man. He seemed sick to her, so she tried to help him. Unfortuantly, before she realized it was too late, he attacked her. He attacked her not to kill, but to change.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
---For once in her life, she counted the warmth of the sun as a blessing. Her eyes fly to the sky and for a brief moment, the young girl had to shield her eyes from the almost blinding light. Groaning softly, she sprawled lazily against the cool ground. Her hands freely plucked at the dry, course grass. It was a wonder there was any grass here, she thought. She slanted her gaze downward and sighed. No matter what, the yearning to walk these woods become increasingly difficult to resist.

Emery stared blankly at the sky. Her smile was only a facade, she told herself over and over before arriving in these woods. However, she was now pressed to the point where the smile was not a jest. She found it quite odd. The mention of socialization had a deep, terrible effect on her. The woods, on the other hand, drew her in warmly like a child to their mother's embrace. Outside these woods, she felt like an outcast amoung the terrible society. Out there, she had no friends, no one to look upon for polite smile.

She mustn't grieve what can't be fixed. She mustn't be a pessimist! Emery groaned and slowly stood to her feet. She could see why these woods were forbiddion. Darkness lurked in almost every nook and cranny. These woods just seemed evil. Werewolves and the dreaded vampires were every where. A shiver ran down her back. She couldn't stand the fact that there were such evil creature out there. She couldn't stand the fact that she was one of those evil creatures.

They were every where. She knew not being a part of a pack was foolish, but it wasn't her fault that she was turned. It also wasn't her fault that the man that turned her was killed by a hunter. Luckily, she had excaped. Emery's gaze fell to the ground again. She could have been killed, just for being turned. That was five years ago. Five years ago, she lost who she really was because of some fool. The thought made her angry.

Emery sighed and rocked to and fro. Every time there was going to be a full moon, she took off to the woods for shelter. It's my worst fear, she thought weakly. To hurt someone innocent. Oh it is so dreadful! She sighed once more and picked up her belongings. It was time for her to head home before the sky grew dark. "Auld lang syne, I wouldn't of had to come her to seek happiness."
OTHER:
---Nope.
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ALIAS:
---Ummm... Emery.

[Kuro]

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