Post by psycho teddy <3 on Jul 6, 2007 17:07:42 GMT -5
Name:
Emi
Flower gave Emi her name, basing it off of the name Emily which can mean striving; a verb that Flower thought fit Emi quite well.
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Birthday:
February 10, 1990
Place of origin:
N/A
Lab:
Camp Sunshine
Age at time of capture:
2
Age at time of escape:
14
Relationship status:
Emi didn’t really get close to anyone at Camp Sunshine, her cage having been rather secluded and apart from the others because of her age when she had been first brought to the lab. She did talk to a few people, though, Flower having been someone she enjoyed chatting with when they were within reach. Now that she’s at The House, Emi has enjoyed a bit more contact with people, though she can be quite shy around new people. She’s not exactly looking for a relationship at the moment, but she would be willing to try.
Type of experimentation performed:
Emi was injected with a single DNA strand, the code grafting itself into her own DNA rather easily seeing as she was only two and not all that mature in her growth. Her genetic makeup is now composed of ferret and humanoid DNA. The specific type of ferret genetic code that was injected into her was a simple domesticated ferret (Mustela putorius furo). This added DNA altered Emi in several ways, some more subtle than the others.
The mammalian code has given Emi an extreme flexibility that even the best gymnasts in the world would envy. She can fit into almost any space, though, of course, she has her limitations. The ferret genes have also given her rather small hands and feet, the connected phalanges a bit shorter than an average person’s. Emi’s nails grow similar to those of a ferret’s and are rather hard to break; she has to use scissors and outside aid to trim them. The genes also affected Emi’s senses, throwing them into a heightened state as well as altering them. She sees best at night in the darkness, but dimly lit or partially lit areas will do as well. Despite her nocturnal preferences, Emi can see during the day, how well is sometimes questionable. She can hear just about anything halfway through the house and is capable of sniffing out most scents. As one may know, ferrets are well-known for their insatiable curiosity; it’s basically the same for Emi. She has been known to fidget and run and investigate and find the occasional trouble just like a ferret would. Emi is also a very contact oriented person, having getting such a need from her added DNA. The ferret DNA also gave Emi slightly larger ears than normal and a rather small, seven inch tail. Dark fur covers this tail and runs up her spine a bit in a thin fuzzy ridge until her shoulder blades.
Physical description:
Vertical growth is not Emi’s strong point. She stands at five feet and four inches with a petite frame. Wiry muscles are set beneath ever-so-slightly tanned skin, a dappling of light freckles upon her shoulders. Emi’s hair is washboard straight and hangs to about five inches past her shoulders. The roots themselves are a pale off-white color but then darken into a cinnamon brown. Her bangs are swept off to the right, pale in majority with only the smallest hint of brown at the tips. Emi’s eyes are rather large and are framed by thick, dark lashes. The optics themselves are pure black, no differences in color anywhere, not even the sclera differentiates. They may be dark in hue, but Emi’s eyes are usually considered bright, lights of emotion almost always twinkling within them. Her facial structure itself is rather childish in appearance, softly rounded cheeks with not too much chubbiness to them, a cute little nose, slightly full lips, and a dash of pallid color an innocent charm- though she is far from it.
Emi’s nails are usually painted some bright color, though they normally favor an assortment of neon colors. Her taste in clothes varies, though she is usually sporting some colorful outfit that is mixed and matched by her careful eye; how they match is a mystery to most, but, somehow, the combination looks perfect on her. Emi’s outfits are often-times mixtures of bright skirts or dresses with leggings or shorts. Scarves normally drape themselves over her shoulders, an assortment of gel bracelets decking out her wrists. On other days she sports shorts and a plain camisole while on others she’ll go around in a sun dress. Emi’s feet are only displayed in two phases, bare or with combat boots.
She doesn’t have anything pierced and no tattoos grace her skin. Emi can also frequently be seen with bags beneath her eyes, a lack of major sleep being the cause.
Personality:
Emi is one of those people that everyone wonders about. Wondering not in the daydream-y way or anything of the sort, but in the way of how the hell is she capable of smiling all the time. She’s a bit flaky when it comes to dates and keeping a set schedule, but manages to get to wherever she needs to go with only a handful of minutes against her. Emi is a rather fun girl who never ceases to move, giving her a fidgety, energetic atmosphere. She enjoys the little things in life and tries to help as much as she can. Emi can also be adventurous, too curious for her own d**n good, and a dash annoying. She asks questions frequently and has been known to gaze off into space while pondering over some unknown subject. Emi also has her whimsical moments when all one can gain from her are poetry bits and smiles. She may seem incapable of serious thought sometimes but when the time comes, Emi is more than capable of stopping her fun. She normally acts before she thinks which usually causes an unwanted result. Emi is also rather competitive and likes playing around whether it is video games or a spinning contest. Despite her lighthearted persona, Emi is very protective of her past, discussing it only with the closest of friends and even then with some reluctance. Her dark memories usually keep out of sight during the day, but when the night comes and most are tucked away in their rooms, Emi can be found roaming the house, afraid of the nightmares she knows will come and get her once she closes her eyes; growing up in a genetic experiments lab can have that effect on a person. Most of her sleeping is done between four and seven o’ clock in the morning; and yet she still seems to have an endless amount of energy (Skilled little person). All in all, Emi is quite a tough cookie, capable of bearing the weight of pressure or fear or any mix of emotions without breaking down; though she does indeed have a snapping point (But at the moment it can be considered a mere legend).
Emi has the following phobias:
~ Monophobia (Fear of being alone or in solitude)
~ Astraphobia (Fear of thunder/lightning)
~ Mnemophobia (Fear of memories)
~ Aichmophobia (Fear of needles or pointed objects)
History:
All Emi knows about where she came from is her birthday: February 10, 1990. She also knows that whoever her parents were sold her to the lab when she was two. Another thing Emi knows is that her experimentation occurred while she was only two years of age. The process was risky because of her young age and yet at the same time it had a hypothetical success rate. It succeeded.
Emi grew up in the lab, huddled in the corner of a cage with nothing but old newspaper to keep her company. When she was younger (2-5 years of age), a scientist or two would occasionally let her out and walk her around the first floor, filing past the lines of cages with wide eyes; but that was only occasionally. For the most part, her child hood and growing up was lived insider her cage. It was a large expanse of cold metal and specially spaced bars so she couldn’t get out; she didn’t share this cage until she was six. By then, Emi had picked up the English language (with some obvious difficulty and some obvious help from others). She grew up to the screaming and crying of the lab, mutated and- sometimes- monstrous creations plaguing her young mind. Not many heeded Emi’s tears at night but those who did managed to keep her from completely shattering. One such person was an experiment by the name of Flower, who was also the one to name Emi.
When Emi got older she spoke out more. She spewed out sarcasm and defiance just as an adolescent is keen to do. Her efforts were thwarted though by numerous accounts of voice loss, earplugs, and-later- the coming of Christina. Several times, Emi was given doses of her Blood-Red Serum, curled up on the floor of her cage, arms wrapped gingerly about her middle, tears streaking down her face while soft whimpers escaped her throat. After a while, Emi found a way to annoy the scientists and the head lady herself, Christina. She acted happy. She smiled and laughed and talked pleasurably, mock glittering gleefully in her dark eyes. Even for these small things Emi was battered, gaining more than enough bruises which seemed to form with each breath she took.
Then, when Emi was fourteen or so and Christina had a wonderful little niche in the evil scientist laboratory, an experiment named Echo led an escape. She opened all the locks and was more than ready to lead them all out of the horrific place known as Camp Sunshine, but no one wanted to leave, fear freezing them. Only a few left with Echo, Emi was one of them. She brought nothing with her, having nothing of value or importance except for the scant clothes that were provided for her.
While traveling to The House, Emi would frequently wander off, her eyes having caught upon the flash of a building or the bright coloration of some flowers. As one could imagine, this delayed her in getting to The House. After a year of getting distracted, Emi found herself a small niche in a rather industrious town and worked for two years. During those two years, Emi suppressed the majority of her other half and sprinted from job to job, collecting money as she went. She didn’t eat all that much so the cash built up. Emi bought a few things while she was there, obviously needing some sort of change of clothes when she went to work. As she came upon her third year of working, Emi decided to leave and continue to The House. Despite the years she had spent with people, Emi still felt isolated, a pink flamingo among crows. Gathering all that she owned into a thick backpack, Emi set off again.
She has finally reached her destination.