Emma Richardson Celestial Gray
Basic Information
First Name:
Emma
Surname:
Celestial-Gray-Richardson
Preferred Name:
Emma
Aliases:
N/A
Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty-Six
Height:
5'6
Weight:
150lbs
Build:
Standard
Skin Color:
White
Eye Color:
Blue Gray
Hair Style:
Straight
Hair Color:
Blonde
Fashion:
Formal
Abnormalities:
Parkourist
Date of Birth:
1st November 1994
Place of Birth:
London
Nationality:
British
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual
Religious Beliefs:
N/A
Political Beliefs:
Nah she thinks Boris Johnson is a w*nker
General Appearance
Appearance:
Personality:
Sometimes nice Sometimes a crazy motherf*cker
Diseases/Illness:
N/A
Character Voice:
Equipment:
Tachi Katana
Hobbies:
Cooking
Doing Parkour
Abusing Family (if that counts as a hobby)
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:
Dissociative Identity Disorder
Depression
Alcoholic
Skills:
Cooking
Parkour
Family:
Celestial
Gray
Richardson
Backstory:
Once a soul born, it must stay pure. For some, that's not an option.
Emma, born into a family of the unknown, covered by a thin layer of goodwill. 1994 November 1st, Ava was born, her Mother "Nala" a gentle soul who would try her best to shelter her from the dangers of the outside world and her Father "Dalton" a pot of mixed ingredients and his anger being the boiling synced by the flame. The menagerie of personalities and stereotypes hung low from Emma's understanding.
When Emma was 7 his Father began to beat her Mother without any proper reason, not that there should be one in the first place, his motive was simply because it was funny when she screamed and pleaded for forgiveness when there was nothing to forgive. Emma's mother each day in the afternoon when Emma returned from school would tell him to retreat to her room as the encore went on. One night was told to go to his room, but something went wrong. Emma heard his Mother scream louder than ever which sent a spine rippling shiver down her, she felt as of something has just punched her gut as a sick feeling took over his soul.
Darkness- like the kind you'd see asleep, knowing not that its dark but nothing is there, evoking the feeling of it. Ironically Clichéd.
Without an explanation as to why Emma had woken up on her bed under the covers shaking, this was strange to him as she clearly remembered blacking out by the door listening out into the halls. She felt panicked but eventually calmed down, she did not know how long it had been but it was long enough for the screams of agony to stop, outside was dark, pitch-black. It was night.
over the next few ensuing weeks, Emma's father had calmed down on the beating of her mother instead resorting to alcohol and drug abuse, Emma would blackout often weather she be studying, watching something or talking. Emma's mother began to notice this behaviour, from her perspective Emma, would seem as if she had just woken up, dazed and confused as to what was going on scared of his surroundings. This behaviour could last between minutes to hours on end and when it did it would look as if nothing had happened.
Dalton came home extremely drunk, instead of the beating focused on Emma's Mother he had begun to focus on Emma. Emma was startled by the first hit to her chest, winding her and knocking her to the ground, her Father began to scream about her grades mumbling gibberish in between, rambling about what he does to support this family only to not receive anything in return. Emma was in shock from the hit and began to feel the shiver up her spine, her heart rate rising. Before Emma could react, nothingness took her over again.
Emma woke up in the kitchen, holding a broken broom and his father on the floor unconscious. Emma's mother rushed over and hugged her tightly crying, Emma still puzzled by her actions asked what had happened. Her mother explained how she began to panic after the punch and ran down to the kitchen after escaping his father's grip, She had grabbed a broom and whacked her father over the head with it breaking the weaken broom in the process, without a word Emma collapsed only to wake up a few minutes later.
Emma was speechless and was advised to see a psychiatrist.
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