COX, EMMA ELYSE
Jan 31, 2011 15:58:17 GMT -5
Post by emma on Jan 31, 2011 15:58:17 GMT -5
emma elyse cox.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. emma elyse cox
stage name. emma cox
nicknames. n/a
age dob. thirty-one, december twenty-sixth
gender. heterosexual
career. tv/film actress
hometown. sacramento, california
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5’9”
eyes. brown
hair. brunette
build. slim
distinguishing features.
play-by. alessandra ambrosio
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. children, chocolate, movie nights, the zoo, nature, animals, summer, dr pepper, cleanliness, cartoons, being outside, cuddling.
hates. obnoxious and arrogant people, strawberries, bigotry, people who can’t hand their drink, smokers, when people say ‘ga ga’ etc. to babies, warm milk, being away from isabel.
quirks. gives advice even when she hasn’t been asked for her opinion, taps her fingers against her leg, she has to get up with her left foot first or she’ll be convinced she’ll have bad luck for the rest of the day.
aspirations. become world’s best mother (too many mothers in the world), become a successful and admired actress, be an inspiration.
secrets. she has only seen a picture of isabel’s father, they have never met.
personality evaluated. Emma was always your typical girl next door; though this didn’t show until she was in her mid-teens. She had always imagined her future filled with children, a husband and surrounded by friends; she’s extremely caring and tends to mother people younger than her though fully away they probably have mothers of their own. She loves to give out advice, your own personal agony aunt and usually tells you what she thinks about the situation though you might not have asked for her opinion. She can come off as critical and involved in other people’s business when it’s not her place to. She’s extremely loyal to friends and tries to utter a bad word about anyone though it can’t be helped at times. Some people just have to be put in place and it would probably best if they heard it from her as she would probably try to make it sound less of a problem. She’s a sympathetic person; always there for the people she loves especially her daughter who is her world.
She’s a hopeless romantic at times; fantasises about her own white wedding, the husband and two children scenario. One quarter of the plan is completed and she hopes the rest will soon fill itself out. She’s constantly aware of her body clock, and worries that her time is running out. She loves life and is confident, she isn’t the type of person to shy away from people or stand in the corner at parties. She would rather live life to the fullest and enjoys every minute she has, knowing that any disaster could strike at any moment. She’s a charitable person and does whatever she can to help other people out. She isn’t always a bubbly and sweet person; she is extremely protective almost to the point to where she can come off as possessive and a tad obsessive. She has even begun to raise Isabel in a sheltered lifestyle; Emma has only let Isabel out in the public eye a few are times and would prefer it that way. Her possessiveness comes out a lot in relationships when she can get enormously jealous even when it’s something as minor as her boyfriend talking to another woman.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. joseph theodore cox , fifty-eight , deceased.
mother. maggie jane cox , fifty-six , deceased.
siblings. n/a
pets. n/a
other family. caroline isabel grange, seventy-eight, grandmother
isabel maggie cox, one and a half, daughter
history evaluated.
Emma was born and raised in Sacramento, California. Her family had been living there for as long as her grandmother could remember. Joseph and Maggie had been trying to conceive for a child for over two years before they found they were expecting. Both being only children they wanted a big family of their own and to have the picturesque family life they had dreamed about. Joseph worked as a mechanic whilst Maggie did the odd waitressing job here and there but that was before Emma was on her way. Initially it was a struggle to scrape together the amount needed to pay the bills but they managed and even when Emma was born they succeeded in spoiling their little girl whenever they could though it wasn’t often. Joseph and Maggie died in a horrific car accident on December twenty third on their way to visit Caroline; Emma’s grandmother. The road had a thin layer of ice and Joseph thought he would be able to cope with this but having to swerve out of the way of an incoming car that had lost its grip, both parents lost their lives. Whilst Emma barely managed to make it out alive having been in the back seat.
She was sent to live with her grandmother after three weeks in intensive care. There she spent the remaining of her childhood and early adulthood. Her grandmother was brought up traditionally and raised Emma the same way. Strict rules were always meant to be followed whilst she stayed under her roof. Emma studied, got the good grades but during her earlier teenage years she was always the awkward child who would most likely be found eating lunch alone. Though that was mainly due to her developing later on in adolescent, she never felt like an actual girl. They were meant to have breasts at fifteen, not still be wearing a under vest. Her growth finally kicked in around the time she turned sixteen. She shot up from a measly five foot five to five foot nine. Curves were turning up in the right places and she was finally beginning to feel like a girl. This boosted her confidence immensely and she slowly broke out of her shell. Though her grandmother didn’t approve of her change, Emma promised her that she would always be her little angel.
After breaking out of her shell she was finally able to show people what she really was. The typical beach born Californian who would never utter a bad word about anyone unless provoked. When she was five she had always wanted to be president but at sixteen she had become more realistic. She wanted to become a teacher. She studied and studied and had gained herself a place in UCLA studying English. After doing her four years, Emma headed off to achieve what she thought was her dream. She stuck to teaching until she was twenty six when one of her friends managed to persuade her into auditioning for a TV show, a small part of course but nonetheless it was a boost to her ego when she was told she was a natural. She started doing small cameos on TV shows, nothing major whilst still keeping her day job. At twenty eight she was offered a permanent role in a sitcom, she made a rash decision to quit her teaching job and pursue a career in acting. The sitcom last for a year and a half before it got cancelled. From then on Emma has been doing her best to make a living out of acting.
Emma disappeared from the entertainment spotlight for a while in an attempt to find herself and decide whether show business was the business for her. She revaluated her situation and what her dreams were when she was younger. She had always wanted a child and at twenty nine, Emma feared time was running out but she was missing the key ingredient that she needed to have a baby. Another set of DNA. Not wanting to waste another moment she settled upon insemination from a man she had chosen from a pile of files. She knows only the name and what he looks like. A year after her disappearance she appeared back on TV screens once again, this time starring in her first movie; however she only gained the role as a supporting actress. She soon began to appear in TV shows and the occasional film. There is still speculation as to who the father is and what else she got up to during the year she was missing.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. tammy
years of rp experience. four years
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. faded destinty
roleplay sample.Cylin continued to shiver endlessly; the coldness biting at her skin was becoming more and more unbearable, the longer she stayed there but there wasn’t anywhere else to go so the biting continued then developed into little shocks of ice travelling down her whole body. It was about three o’clock in the morning and she had been waiting for at least an hour now but Cylin was an optimistic person she kept telling herself he would turn up, he was always late this was just one of the times he was, he would be here soon she kept telling herself. He didn’t turn up and Cylin knew that because at six o’clock there was still no sign of him, again her optimism left her out in the cold. She retreated back to her den which she had only recently vacated, it was in the park but hidden at the far rear and wasn’t so easily found even to her but it was what she called home at the moment and it was good for now.
Her becoming homeless hadn’t been issue to her but now it was getting tiring and tedious she wanted her old life back; her job, her house and even her family. It all went a bit pear shaped six months ago when she got admitted into rehab for drug abuse, her parent abandoned her, her friends alienated her and her boss was ashamed that he fired her. It didn’t go too well after she got out of rehab she was behind in rent and had no-one to turn to, so she became homeless and that was how she met Mitchell. Cylin opened her eyes automatically she had heard a rustling movement near-by and she wasn’t about to take any chances, some of the other homeless people were capable of anything. She lifted herself up with her elbows and looked around. “Oh, your awake” Mitchell was un-packing a few canned goods whilst looking at her “Well now I am” Cylin sat up straight eyeing the cans suspiciously “Where’d you get those” She nodded towards the cans “Think of it as a donation” He winked and threw her an apple she caught it “Sure, where were you last night? Do you know how long I was waiting there and not to mention it was fucking freezing outside” She took a bite out the apple “I got caught up calm down, I got that hairbrush you wanted” He smiled and held up the brush “Thanks, but don’t change the subject. What were you doing?” “You don’t need to know everything Cylin” He scrunched up the plastic bag and threw it towards the wall “Like hell I need to know everything, Mitchell you know I didn’t need to let you stay here” “Oh for fuck sake Cylin, just leave it”
Mitchell scowled as he played with his thumbs. Cylin pushed the blanket off her and walked over to the bag which held her clothes. She pulled on a pair of jeans and her jacket “Where are you going now?” “You don’t need to know everything Mitchell” She smiled to herself as she put her hair into a pony tail. She walked over to where he was and put her trainers on. “Well I’m coming” Cylin sighed and she walked out of her den with Mitchell right behind her “I don’t see the point, what’s the worst that can happen?” She turned round to face him and grinned then started to walk backwards. Mitchell had become her friend when they met and they have gone further than that, they were still in that stage but it was more of a casual relationship. Mitchell only acted like a boyfriend when he felt like it and when he did he was romantic but that wasn’t very often “Tell me what’s going on Mitchell” She walked up to him and hugged him gently “You can tell –” She stopped abruptly. She could feel something inside her; she looked down to see her blue top tainted with her blood. She looked up at Mitchell to see him staring at it as well. The pain was excruciating like a thousand daggers being stabbed in one direct place, she lowered her hands to the now stained spot it was real, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Mitchell help... Then it went black.
A blinding white light forced Cylin to open her eyes, with much effort on her part she blinked once then twice to adjust to her new surroundings. She started to sit up straight but feel back on to the pillow defeated as a shot of pain went through her. She looked around her instead hoping to figure out where she was, it was no hospital though the equipment in the room seemed fitting; the only thing that gave it away was the vast space in front of her, what was there she couldn’t see. Her hands moved along where she had been stabbed; it pained her more at the back where she had originally been stabbed but the front barely looked wounded. She looked up again at the blinding light above her before she passed out once again.
Cylin resurfaced to a black room; she faced the open window to see the bright city lights in contrast with the black sky and sighed before averting her eyes to look around the room once more. It was still the same room she had seen when she had first woken up only now it was drenched in darkness. “Are you okay” it was inaudible, Cylin turned to face the voice. She could vaguely make out the familiar silhouette of Mitchell standing over her “I’ve been better” she smiled weakly as he stroked her cheek. She could feel a tears streaming down from her eyes as she watched him. She had thought she was going to die, the blood was so real and the pain almost too real but she had thought she was going to die. She didn’t why she had been stabbed but it still dawned on her that she could’ve died. She had a fear of death and being so close to it, close enough to embrace it scared the hell out of her. He wiped the tears away with his thumb before lowering his head to place a kiss on her lips. “You have some explaining to do” she whispered to him, her voice coming out hoarse. He kissed her again and she was once again plunged into darkness.
