Post by emmet brin mason on Jun 22, 2011 17:56:37 GMT -5
[/i]"[/center]EMMET BRIN MASON
" talks with a grin 'cause she's got no shame. enjoy the fame, bringing down the family name.
BASIC
FULL NAME:Emmet Brin Mason
NICKNAMES:Em, Emmie, or Rin
AGE:16
GRADE&orOCCUPATION:Sophomore/waitress at Applebees
APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOR&STYLE: Long, red velvet cake colored, soft
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
SPECIAL MARKINGS: None
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Emmet is a petite girl around the height of 5’6” and the weight of 115lbs. She originally had ash black hair that she started dying when she was twelve and has been obsessed with dying it ever sense. She likes to dress girly and what some would call fake and whore-like. Emmet will never leave the house or see another life form (except her cat) before she puts on make-up and has her hair done. She also goes tanning but she doesn’t go everyday so she isn’t orange or leathery looking.
PLAY-BY: Ariana Grande
PERSONALIY
LIKES: Make-up, hair-dye, cooking, longing in a tanning bed, being with friends, having people know her name and photography.
DISLIKES: Being ignored, being told what to do, salad, dogs, reality tv, highschool and babysitting.
FEARS: Being alone, losing everything, and being considered as a shallow teenage girl who will never grow up.
AMBITIONS: Being a photographer, getting out of highschool alive and graduate.
PET PEEVES: Pen tapping/drumming and people who never stop talking.
PERSONALITY: Emmet may come off as the girl everyone can ‘love’ but that’s not the case. She’s only nice to everyone so everyone always knows her as a good person. In reality she just doesn’t like the idea of being considered lowly. She likes looking like a model and feels it makes her someone everyone wants to be. Emmet just wants to be at the top so she can’t be trampled.
On the not so shallow side of her personality, Emmet is random, outspoken and giggly. She can make anything into a joke to help defuse high tension situations and tries to make most people feel good about themselves. She doesn’t take bull from anyone, making her opinion and thoughts quite clear. But even with all this, Emmet doesn’t want to be the queen bee and would rather just be socialable and be able to stay hidden behind her camera.
HISTORY
PARENTS: Mother is unknown. Father is Michael Mason, 40 and works in a high paying law firm.
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER: Mrs. Mason
BIRTHPLACE: New York, New York
BIRTHDATE: August 19th
PERSONAL HISTORY:
Because her mother died while in labor, Emmet was never told stories about her and only had a picture of her on her wedding night. She doesn’t even know her mother’s name because her father moved them away from her family and grave and to a place he was sure was far enough away from the past (living in a grand house with his mother). And because Emmet was born an only child, she was the apple of daddy’s eye and got everything she could ever want.
Michael’s job took him out of Twin Valley so Emmet stays at home with Mrs. Mason, her grandmother who refuses to be called grandmother. Emmet is use to her father being gone for weeks on end, so she is often out doing whatever she wants and because of that, she got stuck in summer school almost every year. It isn’t that she’s dumb or lazy; she just has better things to do than do homework.
Like Mrs. Mason, she loves photography. She is always taking pictures, having a camera strung around her neck and using it like another eye. A lot of people sometimes joke that the camera is permanently super glues to her face, she readily agrees. Emmet dreams of going back to New York City, putting on a show of all her pictures for the world to see. If there is one thing good about Twin Valley is that it has great scenery.
CREATOR
ALIAS: Neko
AGE: 16
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Board Hopping
WHAT MAKES YOU YOU?: I DON’T KNOW! –cries-
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
She rozened up her bow and set her clutch and glasses aside next to the black case. The girls black nails glistened in the noon day sun. Her smile was small, her lips parted slightly as her tongue stuck out the corner like it did whenever she was concentrating on something. Setting the rozen down next to her clutch, she lifted a cherry wood violin under her chin and set the bow with it rose red hair onto the strings. She starts the scale. E, A, D, G and so on. Finally she is content and finishes her tuning.
Kiteen thought for a moment before rubbing her red lips together, hummed herself a soft tune and started the tune to Dust In The Wind by Kansas. She wasn't completely sure where she first heard the song, maybe Benji was playing it the last time she had been around him. Probably. It was something that he would listen to. "Benji.... She sighed internally and began to play the violin solo. The solo was sweet, it took her somewhere she hardly ever visited. It took her to the sweet times when Anna would paint pictures that made no sense and would explain in her quiet, angelic voice that she was painting sorrow. She missed her brother and sister. She missed what she never got to experience. That was the only thing that kept Benji and Kit from never speaking or seeing each other.
She sped the song up, going against what the original tempo had created. While Dust In The Wind was intended to to explain how short life was and how quickly everything went by. But this new faster tempo with a harsher tone of anger changed it. Angry at herself for being the way she was. Angry at Benji for not being to except the fact she couldn't have stayed perfect with the way her parents tried to make her perfect and gave up. Angry at Anna for being the innocent she wished she could be. The vibrato for the song became shaky but she kept going, her tongue still sticking out and her eyes clenched shut and the wind going ramped but still steady.
Finally she stopped and sucked in a breathless breath and fell back onto the ground and onto her bum. She set the violin in the open case with the bow on top and put her fake nerd glasses back on and rubbed the half of her thighs that were bare. Sometimes Kit just got so emotion when playing an instrument, dancing or singing. It all sometimes just became too much because it reminded her Benji wouldn't speak to her and that if she wanted it to change she had to change herself. Pure emotion was just so hard to compress it when you where in the moment that felt like the world only belonged to you.
Sitting up, knees pulled up to her chest and glasses off again, she leaned back, putting all her weight on her arms that where behind her supporting her body. She opened her mouth and began to sing. Today was so musical and blissful even with her emotions spewing out like rain from the sky on a dreadfully cloudy day. Imogen Heap. Hide and Seek.
"where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling"
The wind carried her voice high above her as she continued on. What the song meant, Kit didn't really know or did she care to ponder it. It was a beautiful song, all songs by Imogen Heap, in her opinion, were beautiful and were better left for the mind to wander in instead of ponder.
"oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life"
If her memory was served correctly, this was Anna and her father's favorite song. It was something only Anna shared with her father. Even thought Kit enjoyed the songs and their wonderful lyrics she couldn't mark them as her favorite. Maybe she could but she wouldn't because her father loved the songs. Kit was so bitter and sometimes... sometimes she wondered why. Her parents did what they could but apparently enough wasn't their best because she still failed to be the perfect daughter they desired.
Kiteen thought for a moment before rubbing her red lips together, hummed herself a soft tune and started the tune to Dust In The Wind by Kansas. She wasn't completely sure where she first heard the song, maybe Benji was playing it the last time she had been around him. Probably. It was something that he would listen to. "Benji.... She sighed internally and began to play the violin solo. The solo was sweet, it took her somewhere she hardly ever visited. It took her to the sweet times when Anna would paint pictures that made no sense and would explain in her quiet, angelic voice that she was painting sorrow. She missed her brother and sister. She missed what she never got to experience. That was the only thing that kept Benji and Kit from never speaking or seeing each other.
She sped the song up, going against what the original tempo had created. While Dust In The Wind was intended to to explain how short life was and how quickly everything went by. But this new faster tempo with a harsher tone of anger changed it. Angry at herself for being the way she was. Angry at Benji for not being to except the fact she couldn't have stayed perfect with the way her parents tried to make her perfect and gave up. Angry at Anna for being the innocent she wished she could be. The vibrato for the song became shaky but she kept going, her tongue still sticking out and her eyes clenched shut and the wind going ramped but still steady.
Finally she stopped and sucked in a breathless breath and fell back onto the ground and onto her bum. She set the violin in the open case with the bow on top and put her fake nerd glasses back on and rubbed the half of her thighs that were bare. Sometimes Kit just got so emotion when playing an instrument, dancing or singing. It all sometimes just became too much because it reminded her Benji wouldn't speak to her and that if she wanted it to change she had to change herself. Pure emotion was just so hard to compress it when you where in the moment that felt like the world only belonged to you.
Sitting up, knees pulled up to her chest and glasses off again, she leaned back, putting all her weight on her arms that where behind her supporting her body. She opened her mouth and began to sing. Today was so musical and blissful even with her emotions spewing out like rain from the sky on a dreadfully cloudy day. Imogen Heap. Hide and Seek.
"where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling"
The wind carried her voice high above her as she continued on. What the song meant, Kit didn't really know or did she care to ponder it. It was a beautiful song, all songs by Imogen Heap, in her opinion, were beautiful and were better left for the mind to wander in instead of ponder.
"oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life"
If her memory was served correctly, this was Anna and her father's favorite song. It was something only Anna shared with her father. Even thought Kit enjoyed the songs and their wonderful lyrics she couldn't mark them as her favorite. Maybe she could but she wouldn't because her father loved the songs. Kit was so bitter and sometimes... sometimes she wondered why. Her parents did what they could but apparently enough wasn't their best because she still failed to be the perfect daughter they desired.
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