VINCENT, Emily

[EMILY VINCENT]

emilyalexandervincent.
what's up, winterthorne? I'm KIRA?!,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm FIFTEEN years young.
i've only been roleplaying for TWO years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the SKANKISH one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Em ily, Alexand er, Vin cen t
nicknames , E m, Em ma, E mmy
age and year , S event een and J unior
sexual preference , S t r a i g h t
birthday , Augus t, twenty ei gth, 1990.
species , e l f
occupation , St u den t
powers ,
-TELEKINETIC: With a flick of her wrist you'll be against the fall, she can move stuff with her mind, get it? Good.
-MIND READING: she can read your mind bitch, so watch what you say and think a little differently around her. Plus once she has a hold on your mind, she can control it (but she doesn't tell people this part for obvious reasons)
-EMPATHY: Don't lie and say you're fine, she'll know that you're not. She can feel your emotions, hon. Can also influence others emotions, so if your really depressed she's like the worlds best pick me up.
-SIREN: Greek mythology l e s s o n. These suckers tore men limb from limb just by singing an enticing song. So really, don't let Emily sing anywhere near you, and if she does, cover your ears.

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , five foot six inches
weight , ninety eight p o u n d s
tattoos and piercings , none.
best feature , Damn near perfect, Dazzling s m i l e.
general , She's a 'p l a i n Jane' to put it simple, she knows nothing of these 'skinny jeans' and don't even ask her what an iPod is, she'll just stare at you blankly for 20 minutes; blinking occasionally. She wears simply clothes like the plain girl she is. Home schooled till she moved to the uhmahxing winterhorne a c ad m e y! She a little bit of the g e e k variety, and she's a little bit clumsy just to through that out there. Sorry about that. Yes, she's wise because she is a little elf woman, but just because she is wise, doesn't mean she has excellent style. You can hardly see that she's a looker under all those mickey mouse sweatshirts and dungarees.
playby , k i e r a knightley

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes ,
Dungarees
Pinafore's
Air
Water
Earth
Scrunchies
Quiet Places
Books
dislikes ,
Fire
Wind
Being in the spotlight
Unhappy people
Excessive make-up
Mirrors (she doesn't need to see how geeky she looks)
Rude people
People who lie
strengths ,
-When she wants something, she'll get it.
-She always knows how to cheer someone up.
-She's a charmer, compliment you till she gets what she wants, what? she's an elf after all.
-If you give her a chance you'll find she's probably one of the nicest people you'll ever meet; putting aside the pinafore dress, though.
weaknesses ,
-She may have the brains but she's a social retard; She doesn't know how to talk to people.
-She has a tendency to blurt out nonsense; ask her how she is and she'll blurt out what colour underwear she's wearing.
-It'll take her a while for her to talk back; so stick around kids.
-Can't stand up for herself.
fears ,
That she won't fit in anywhere.
Spaces filled with lots of people.
Public Speaking.
quirks ,
-She tends to blink a lot when she's nervous.
-She bites her bottom lip non stop.
-She tends to fidget quite a bit when she's put on the spot; If you want to talk to her, don't ask her if she needs the loo- she doesn't.
secrets ,
She hates worms.
She killed her mother (well, she thinks she killed her, anyway)
general ,
shy;; She all about lost hope at trying to start up conversations with people, she realised young that she couldn't do it and just opted to sitting in a corner with a good read rather than to socialise and be 'normal'.

Smart;; I think this won is a given, she's the one who finnishes her homework in class. Excells in all of the tasks given by the teacher and has her nose in a new book every 5 seconds, most of the time, the books aren't even in english.

caring;; If you dare to give the geek a chance, she'll show you what she's made of. For the one or two friends that she did have back home, she cared for them deeply, she loves wholly and puts her trust deeply into people. Probably a bit fo a weakness, because we all know people let you down one way or another.

Always knows what to do;; be it breaking up a fight, or choosing not to tell a friend that their partner is cheating on them. If you don't know what to do, your best bet is to come and find her, she'll help you even if she knows you don't like her- she's just giving that way.

Modest;; despite her intelligence, she won't flaunt it. Yes, she'll correct you if you put the apostrophe in the wrong place, but you cannot blame her, it's like built into her system. She dosen't do well with compliments either, she'll stutter and blink her way to heaven and back before she accepts it.

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , Oatmeal - if that is not geeky, I dunno what is.
deal or no deal , She'll be taking that bus home now...
if confronted by the living dead , Throw a book at their heads; maybe even a scrunchie for good measure then leg it the hell outta there.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , new York, USA, honeyyyy
family , Father: Jonathan Vincent Mother: Illiana Vincent (deceased) no siblings! -No wonder she can't dress-
pets , N o p e !
best memory , Playing in the the park with her mum and dad.
worst memory , Watching her mother die.
history ,

Born in New York City's Hatcher hospital in 1990, the doctors noted how much of a shame it was that her ears would have the slight defect of being pointed. Her parents assured the doctors that they would love her nonetheless; after all, behind their hair hid their pointy ears too.

Jonathan and Illiana-the parents- decided to home school her as she didn't exactly age as fast as the other kids. Technially she's over forty, but really she's just seventeen like any other kid. Her parents are the real deal elf wise, they know practically everything and unlike her they like to show it off to people. Both having high paying jobs yes, she grew up in luxury but it wasn't exactly a friend-filled lifestyle. She was pretty lonely growing up, but she had her books to keep her company so she was content.

At the age of fourteen was when it all went downhill for her. Her mother's incesant reprimands about how her daughter should have many friends and yet stood on the edge of the social circle, how she never kept up with any of the latest trends. Normally, she would have just let the comments wash over her, but that night...Pent up frustrations have to be let out sometime, right? Well that night she thought back, calling ehr mother horrible names, and in the end it ended up with her mother at the bottom of the stairs dying. What was ironic was the way her mother's face had looked sorry, regret seeping into her timeless features and the way she had whispered to her 'It wans't your fault'. But how could it not be her fault when she was the one who had caused it?

Winterthorne academy had been a dream come true, get away from bad memories and a father who couldn't bear the sight of her because she reminded him too much of what eh had lost. She knows she won't fit in, but dear god if the nightmare's stop she won't care what other's think- she'll finnally be happy again.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , what password?
sample post , Emmaline pulled her less-than-warm coat tighter around her small frame, trying in vain to shut the harsh cold air out of her system. She had thought that winter back home had been bad, but compared to New York nights, London seemed like a hot Caribbean Island. She moved swiftly from shadow to shadow, keeping to the sidelines of the parks, as to draw as much attention to herself as an ant may extract attention from an elephant. She shoved her hands into her pockets, hoping to get some feeling back to her finger tips. She wondered idly if shadowhunters could get frost-bite. And if they could, what was the treatment? A hot cup of cocoa? A warm bath? Having one's finger tips surgically removed?

She shuddered at the thought of loosing her finger tips to the cold, and scrunched her hands up, trying to conserve as much heat as possible.She didn't even know what she was doing in Central Park at night, it was a stupid plan and she had no idea what had compelled to throw on a midnight blue coat and trudge all the way out there. She had no absolute need to speak to any one member of the Seeli Court. No real need to run into a drunk werewolf, or a delusional vampire. She sighed, she had no real need to be in New York city either, but here she was, practically dying of frost because she was too stupid to pack anything heavier than a normal coat.

A couple, huddled together, brushed past her with speed and strength, not even sparing her a second glance to see if she was okay. She rolled her eyes heavenward, getting her balance again and continuing to walk briskly through the shadows. Emmaline had no idea where the hell she was going, or even if she was walking in the correct direction of home. Home? What was home? She mused. She used to think 'Home' was back at the London Institute, but she had practically been dragged out of there by the hair on her head. She had thought a new 'Home' may be here in New York, but already she had had vocal matches with Jace, glaring matches with Isabelle, and had fallen down the stairs twice.

Home is not where you fall down the stairs, she thought rolling her eyes, home is where you-Her thoughts stops abruptly, when she walked into a wall. Or more precisely, the wall walked into her. Well, it had felt like a wall, solid bricks an all, except for when the wall gasped and lept backwards. Causing Emma to stumble and curse her lucky stars for ever having been named lucky in the first place. They didn't seem to be doing her any luck anywhere in that God forsaken park. "Oh for the Angels sake, watch where your walking!" She spat angrily, shaking the haze form her mind.

"Bloody hell. Walk much!?" She asked meanly, trying to get around the figure who had caused her head to ache so much.
It had actually felt like she had walked into a wall. Maybe she had, and she was hallucinating, she read somewhere that that was what the cold did to you. Turned you crazy. But if that were the case, she must have been born in a freezer, for all the insanity she possessed.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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