Cartwright, Emma Lilian

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121] Welcome ★ Emma Cartwright, Rejoice and men will seek you, grieve and they turn and go. For they want full measure of all your pleasure, but they do not need your woe. Personal ★ Information,

[/b][/color] Emma Lilian Cartwright

★ AGE: 26

★ GENDER: Female

★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Asexual

★ HEIGHT: 5' 10"

★ WEIGHT: 140 lbs.

★ JOB: Copy editor

★ RACE: Human, Medium

★ FACTION: Forcefully neutral

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Your ★ Beauty,

Appearance,

[/color] Emma is the sort of woman that should be pretty. She is tall, with bright red hair that falls most of the way down her back, and which frames a pale face, with dark grey-blue eyes. But there is something missing, something that falls short. Her face is thin, and her normal expression is more suited to a carving than a human face. Her lips are pale, and her eyes show little to no emotion. She'll never really look at you, always seeming to be looking just past your shoulder, and if she does, most feel like there's a wall between her and themselves. She has long limbs, and long hands and feet, but has the look as if she never quite passed her adolescence, and so what should be graceful and sleek looks more coltish and gangly. She is rather conscious of this, and covers herself fully in long full skirts and sweaters. She wears no adornments, except for a small gold ring on her right hand, and a pair of silver-framed reading glasses she has to wear when she works. Everything from clothes to expression is minimalist, practical, and austere, and that's how she prefers it.[/ul]

LIKES +

[/color] Heavy metal.

★ Shakespeare.

★ Time alone.

★ Playing the piano.

★ Her privacy.

★ Cooking and baking.

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DISLIKES -

[/color] Politics, of any kind.

★ Most people.

★ Her ability.

★ Dirt in her house.

★ Modern art.

★ Food that can be made out of a package.

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POSITIVE TRAITS +

[/color] Very intelligent.

★ Organized.

★ Able to be polite, even if she doesn't want to.

★ Independent.

★ Appreciates most art quite a lot.

★ Excellent cook.

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NEGATIVE TRAITS -

[/color] A cold fish, emotionally.

★ Stiff and unfriendly unless the situation requires otherwise.

★ Kind of a snob about anything written, drawn, cooked, or played after 1900, except for 80s rock.

★ Secretive.

★ Somewhat compulsive about the cleaning.

★ Untrusting, and something of a misanthrope.

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OVERALL PERSONALITY

[/color] Emma is not a friendly person. She'll be polite enough when the situation calls for it, and has been well-trained in social grace, but she doesn't enjoy it, and social interaction is to be avoided whenever possible. If she had friends, or family she felt any connection with, she would be fiercely loyal, but her icy manner means that most people prefer to stay at arm's length, and that's just the way she likes it. She would much rather be alone in her house. She keeps strict self-discipline, and her house is immaculately clean and organized, and if anyone ever saw her unkempt, it might be the sign of the apocalypse. Her self control, both physically and emotionally, is carefully crafted, and means that "a place for everything and everything in its place" could be her life's mantra. As politics go, especially the local ones, she is neutral to a fault, despite being aware of many of the goings on, and refuses to get involved in other people's affairs, even if she could do them good. She feels her only helpful offering would be her abilities to communicate with the dead, but she dislikes using it, even for personal reasons, and it would be near-impossible to get her to use it for anyone else.

But despite all these shortcomings, there is a side of her that most people don't see. She is an avid art enthusiast and reader, music lover, and amazing cook. The kitchen is the one place in the house where it is possible to see her as a different person, relaxed, maybe even friendly. The organization is a little less rigid, and in general her kitchen brings out the warmth in her, and it's where she's the most content. She most enjoys spending afternoons there, cooking, and blaring out the sort of heavy metal that doesn't really fit with someone of her fastidious personality. And if she allowed this part of her life to drift into the rest, she would probably have more friends. But she compartmentalizes practically as a compulsion, and the idea of being this relaxed elsewhere would never occur.[/ul]

Background ★ Info,

History,

[/color] Emma Cartwright grew up as the product of old money. Her father, Ashton, came from a background of wealth, parented by doctors and lawyers, and lacking nothing. He followed his family's footsteps and went into the law profession, only to find that he was too quiet and reserved to do well in a courtroom. So he went seeking the only other profession he could think of, a lifetime as a professor and scholar. The podium suited him much better than the bench, and so he did is schooling, studying law at Columbia university. There, while working his way steadily through graduate school, he met Lily Maxwell, a young woman haling from the small town of Saint Calais, who was studying towards a PH.D in literature. After the pair of them had graduated, and Ashton had received his appointment to teach at Columbia, the two of them were married, and Lily gave birth to their daughter.

Emma grew up in the comfortable lifestyle that greets children whose parents have job security for life. She had the best schooling, and was introduced to the finest areas of classical art and music. But unfortunately, it was only her father who took responsibility for her upbringing, as Emma's birth had heralded tragedy, and her mother died before she was a year old. She was told that Lily had been killed in a car accident, and so she grew up missing the mother she had never known, and longing for the warm presence she knew her mother must have been. Because after his wife's death, Ashton closed down. He still educated his daughter, still exposed her to the finest culture he could, but any true warmth and affection the two might have shared left with Lily; neither one of the two left behind was naturally inclined to open displays of love.



Things went on like this until Emma was fourteen, and became very ill. She was hospitalized for several weeks, and nearly didn't survive. And during her time at the hospital, she began to see things. People came in and out of her room, people who didn't look as if they belonged there. And when she tried to ask the doctors about this, they simply assumed the sick child was delirious, and upped her medication. So she spent weeks in the hospital, in a drug-induced haze, watching, terrified, as accident victims, and cancer patients, and young children wandered in and out of her room, talking to her, screaming at her, asking her where they could find their families. And no one believed her. They assured her that it was just the medication, that it was just her illness, and that when she was better, they would go away. But when eventually she did recover, these visions persisted. She told no one, until a particularly gruesome experience prompted her to tell her father. However, he reacted more harshly than she ever would have thought possible, and told her that it wasn't normal, and that she wasn't seeing the dead. When she remained insistent, he packed up his daughter, and had her committed for psychiatric evaluation. This pattern went on for several years, and Emma found herself shepherded from one psych ward to another, from one "special school" to another, the subject of her father's fear and scorn.



But everything changed when she was seventeen. It wasn't a magical connection of forces, or a latent curse, or any mystical experience. It was simply that, on one of her brief stays at home, she met Lily Maxwell.



And there were so many secrets to learn… She learned that her mother had seen the dead as well, and she learned that Lily's death had not been due to an accident. The slash marks across her mother's wrists, and the blood that was all over her clothes told that story clearly. She'd left on purpose. And she learned why. Her mother had seen spirits, but they had been terrible ones. Lily wouldn't tell her daughter the details, but Emma came to believe it had something to do with the place where she grew up. But in either case, Lily had been tormented, especially after the birth of their daughter, and Ashton had refused to believe her as well. Emma learned that her mother had suffered the same scorn she herself was currently enduring, except the difference was, in the end, it broke her.



So her father had lied, and her mother hadn't been strong enough to stay around. Emma willfully banished her mother's ghost, ignoring Lily's protests, and started packing. She gathered everything that was hers at the family home, and left. She left a note with Ashton, so that she wouldn't always be fleeing from a missing child's report, and moved out of the city. As soon as she could, she sold most of what she'd brought with her and applied for college, unknowingly following in her mother's footsteps when she graduated with a degree in literature. From there, she went on to get her masters degree, and then straight into the professional world. She moved around for a while, and then, without being able to explain her reasoning, she packed everything once again, and moved to Saint Calais, her mother's hometown. She never counted on what she would find there, what trouble the town held as its close secret, but she couldn't leave. Her money ran low, and besides that, there's something that holds her there, keeps her pinned in that small troubled town. So she exists the best she can, and tries to live a normal life, in possibly the least normal place on earth. Lily's ghost still haunts her there, and she does her best to ignore it, and all the rest of the spirits who fill that town nearly to bursting. Sometimes she feels like one of them herself, except that she can't become invisible and hide from the world. But she does her best with that, too.



★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: Detailed above.

★Circumstances of Faction Initiation: N/A

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