Post by emma michelle fernsby on Oct 24, 2018 20:00:19 GMT -5
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The sky just before sunrise, the cacophony of scents of an apothecary, poppies, thin crescents of dirt beneath fingernails, a simmering cauldron, spearmint, lilac. family information
biography Emma was born the second of the Fernsby clan, the older of the fraternal twins. They grew up thick as thieves in their rural, magical home- where shielded from the eyes of nosy muggles, their parents maintained an extensive workshop where they liked to tinker with bewitching muggle objects, as they tried to bridge the gap between technology and magic. Emma, with her innate curiosity, liked to stick close to her father and be his assistant when he was working on projects he deemed not too terribly dangerous. At eleven Emma and her twin Daniel received their Hogwarts letters, she was sorted into Hufflepuff, and muddled through most subjects- but excelled at potions, herbology, and care of magical creatures. The summer before her seventh year, tragedy struck in the form of the malfunction of one of her parents’ inventions. Emma does not remember many of the details beforehand, little snippets break through on occasion, blood, fire, tinnitus, dizziness… She vaguely remembers pulling her younger sister from the wreckage, and becoming disoriented when she went back in to try and find Connor and Daniel. Her efforts ultimately proved to be in vain, neither of her brothers or parents survived. The blast also irreparably damaged her hearing, despite the efforts of the healers, leaving Emma almost completely deaf. Riddled with grief, and struggling with learning how to communicate, Emma barely scraped by her final year with terrible marks- and with her time at Hogwarts complete, she fled with the few possessions she had left. Emma traveled a few years, slowly learning sign language and how to read lips, working odd jobs as she struggled to find a place in the world for herself. Unresolved grief led her to self medicate with liquor, and when that was no longer enough, her skilled hand at herbology and potions lead her to stronger substances. Life as a drifter, as it turned out, was well-suited for her addictions- working temporary odd jobs made it hard to get fired, but also made her an easy target for being taken advantage of. The little money she made was frequently stolen, or otherwise spent on ingredients for her brews, leaving her both hardened and penniless. It was a difficult life, the instability was wearing on her, the final straw being a brutal mugging and assault she incurred in a seedy part of Amsterdam. Emma was able to patch up most of her physical wounds, but was left with only the clothes on her back and nowhere to go. She admitted defeat, and has made her way back home, hoping to reconnect with her surviving sisters. RP SAMPLE Gone, everything, gone. Emma was on her knees in that alley, shaking, sweating, her stomach was in knots. She retched, nothing came up. The ring! Emma startled, prying a hand from the pavement to the chain at her neck, a twinge of relief breaking through the sheer shock when her fingers found the silver chain- missed by the assailants in their haste. The weight of the ring was reassuring. Emma lowered herself onto her haunches, going almost on autopilot, taking inventory. Wallet gone, left earring gone, passport gone, shoes gone (why had they taken her shoes?), wand… Miraculously intact, not stolen, having skittered down the alley a few feet. Emma crawled to it, the pain not having caught up to her yet. Muggles be damned, Emma staggered to her feet, held her wand openly, and limped back to the hostel. It was early evening, the other vagabond twenty-somethings were out exploring, partying, whatever it was they were doing. Emma plopped down on a bottom bunk, running her wand over the injuries she could fix, bruises melting away into her pale complexion, scrapes and scratches closing together. With the enchanted wallet gone, the clothes on her back were all that were left. Emma stumbled to the bathroom, fumbled with the lock until she was sure she was safe. She turned on the shower, peeled off the tarnished clothes, and stepped in, almost collapsing into a heap on the floor beneath the running water. Emma began to scrub, beyond the vigor of a surgeon, she scrubbed until the water ran cold, scrubbed until her skin was pink and stinging, scrubbed until the bar of soap broke into pieces. Emma shakily reached up to turn off the water, frigid at this point, but did not move from her spot on the shower floor, merely allowed her arm to drop back down. She shivered, retched fruitlessly again, released a sob. For not the first time since leaving home Emma felt so all alone, her hand reached up to her neck to cradle the ring, she sniffed, no stopping the tears now. Emma wanted to go home. | miscellaneous  WAND INFO: Wand Wood: cedar Wand Core: unicorn hair Wand Length: 10.5" CHARACTER STRENGTHS:
CHARACTER WEAKNESSES:
★ ★ ★ quirks  -chronic fidgeter, has a hard time sitting or standing still -subconsciously signs even when speaking with people who don't know sign language -very expressive ★ ★ ★ ★ ALIAS jaqi ★ YEARS OF EXPERIENCE several THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO jaqi. DO NOT STEAL. |
MADE BY ★MEULK
emma michelle fernsby
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scorpio
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THE PHYSICAL
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- HEIGHT: 5'3"
- DOMINANT HAND: Left
- SCARS: Several small ones on her arms from extensive outdoor work
- TATTOOS: An enchanted oak tree on her upper back, it cycles through the seasons over the course of the day. Two violets on her right forearm just beneath the elbow crease.
- BLEMISHES/BIRTHMARKS: Two piercings in each earlobe, one cartilage piercing in right ear, stud on left side of nose. Birthmark roughly the size of a sickle next to her belly button.
- PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Almost completely deaf, recovering addict
THE EDUCATIONAL
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- GRADUATING YEAR: 2015
- OWLS: Outstanding in Herbology and Potions, Acceptable in Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and History of Magic, Exceeds Expectations in Charms and Care of Magical Creatures
- NEWTS: Mix of Poor and Dreadful in most everything, spare Herbology and Potions with Exceeds Expectations.
- LANGUAGES LEARNED: British Sign Language, handful of phrases in Dutch, Greek, French, and Romanian.
- FAVORITE CLASSES: Herbology, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures
- WORST CLASSES: Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Transfiguration
- EXTRACURRICULARS: None
THE FAVORITES
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- FAVORITE FOOD: Falafel
- FAVORITE DRINK: Sparkling water
- FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats
- FAVORITE HOBBY: Gardening
THE ALIGNMENTS
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- MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral good
- SEXUAL ALIGNMENT: Switch
- MUGGLE ALIGNMENT: 8/10, blends in easily, but struggles with computers/most modern muggle tech
THE EXTRAS
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- PETS: A cantankerous fat orange tabby named Chowder
- NUMBER OF PLACES THEY'VE LIVED: Too many to count based on her previous migrant work
- FEARS: Inadequacy, spiders, loss of vision, fire
- ASPIRATIONS: Have a family, find peace, open a florist shop