VAUGHN, emma

[Emma Vaughn]

ITS NOT FINISHED !! HALT !!

Name: Emma Caroline Vaughn

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Standing (good, evil, or neutral): Neutral

Species: Human - Pirate

Personality:
Emma is that one person you know who can totally treat you like the scum of the earth, but you can never get mad at them.

General Appearance:


History:
Emma was born in Cardiff, Wales to a prostitute mother. No-one exactly knew who her father was, but they had a general idea. In a way.

Sample RP:
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Amelie didn't much like evenings. In fact, she hated them. She hated how uncomfortable the dark was, and how empty it made everything. It made her jittery, and that was definitely something she didn't like. Sadly, though, insomnia was not allowing her to sleep, as was its job. She wrapped the covers tighter around her, and gave a small yawn as her eyes wandered the dorm. After a few moments, she propped herself up against the wall, looking across the room at an empty bed. Lydie's bed. Jesus, Amelie, you're like a stalker or something. she thought, running a hand through her curly hair. Well, maybe Lydie was in the bathroom, and she couldn't help that they'd been placed in the same dorm. That was the managers' fault, or whoever was in charge of living arrangements.

She gave another yawn, this time her eyes watering a little. She lifted a hand to rub the sleep away from her eyes, and sat up, crossing her legs under the sheets. This was boring. If Amelie was to stay awake all night, she'd much better do it somewhere else, and not in the cold, painfully quiet dorm. She'd play. At least until her fingers got tired, and then maybe she could fall asleep. yes, that would be good. She leaned over the side of her bed and reached under it, feeling around for her violin case. After a moment or two, her slim fingers brushed the smooth case. "Almost there..." she said quietly.

Crash.

Well, that she hadn't contemplated. Amelie found herself in a little heap on the creaky wooden floor, and after a second or two realized she'd fallen off the bed. Maybe it was the time that made her brain go much slower than it should. Anyhow, she sat upright and rubbed her head, wincing slightly as she felt a bump forming. "That's just wonderful." she mumbled. Another girl stirred in the bed behind her, and Amelie's hand immediately clapped over her mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Be quieter! her mind screamed furiously as she sat, still as possible and trying not to wake anyone else. It felt like forever, but in actuality, it was only a minute or two before she felt reassured that everyone was asleep. After that, she reached under her bed for the violin once more, this time grabbing it without commotion involved. Grabbing her coat off the nightstand she shared with the girl behind her, Amelie stood up and gave another yawn (this one much larger), put on her shoes, and went on her way.

As she walked down the halls, she found that the rest of the Opera House was as cold as the dorm. She rubbed her free hand against the opposite forearm and stopped for a moment as she reached the back entrance to the auditorium, feeling around in her pocket for matches. It would be dark in there, and she should at least light the candles. Or a lamp, something similar. She pushed her weight against the heavy door and it creaked open just enough to let Amelie through. She made no caution as to be quiet, due to a confidence that nobody would be there. She felt around for the first lamp she could find, and lit it. She squinted as the flame appeared, for her eyes had gotten very used to the dark. She quickly stuck it in the lamp, lighting the wick, pulled her hand out and shook it to extinguish the flame. Amelie then waited a bit for the flame to grow bigger, then placed the little metal lid on it. It took about five minutes or so for Amelie to light all the candles she felt were necessary, then carry the lamp and her violin down to the orchestra pit.

No sooner had she gotten into playing position, she heard the main auditorium entrance open. She gulped, knowing that whoever was there would see the candles, and may even look to see who was there. Then she would be in trouble. Despite her being at the Opera House for two years, she had no idea as to whether or not she was allowed in the auditorium at night. This was her first time trying it. But the person did not look, simply stepped onto the stage. Amelie stayed as still as she could, listening to the gentle padding of feet on the stage. After a bit, she finally dared to take a look, standing up and leaning back against the music stand as she thingyed her head to the side. And it was Lydie.

Amelie always knew that Lydie danced gracefully. But she never looked more beautiful than now, with the dim lighting. In fact-- "Shi--!" A crash issued from the orchestra pit, as Amelie felt herself fall back and once again bang her head against the ground. "Ow..."