Basics
NAME: Emma Phair
GENDER: Female
AGE: Eighteen
BIRTHDAY: November 6, 1990
ORIENTATION: Straight

Description
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 118 lbs.
HAIR: Although she's been know to dye it often, her hair is currently dark brown with a few blonde streaks toward the front, and it reaches just above her shoulders.
EYES: Dark brown.
PIERCINGS AND MORE: No piercings or tattoos, due to a fear of needles.
POWER: Emma is a shapeshifter, with the ability to transform into any feline. When in feline form, she acquires cat-like senses, including enhanced nightvision and hearing.

Personality
GOOD POINTS: She's independent, witty, and honest---although sometimes to a fault. She's not hesitant to stand up for herself, or for those she cares about. Although some refer to her as a flat-out bitch, she's actually very compassionate.

BAD POINTS: Emma has quite a temper, and it's not necessarily hard to set her off. She's easily annoyed, to say the least, and speaks before she thinks---and usually ends up regretting it later. Her confidence is often mistaken for arrogance. She's also extremely stubborn, and won't accept help from others unless she's left with no other option.

LIKES: Showing off, sleeping in, partying, bright colors, all most music genres, concerts, scented candles, singing, energy drinks, experimenting with make-up/hair dye, thunderstorms, laughing.

DISLIKES: Dogs, meat, sitting still, getting sick, being alone for long periods of time, country music, catty girls, sappy romance movies, dressing up, driving, people who ask tons of questions, admitting defeat.

FEARS: Needles/injections and confined spaces.


Background
NATIONALITY: Irish/French/American
BIRTHPLACE: Cleveland, Ohio
FAMILY:
- James Phair ; father
- Kate Phair ; mother
- Lilly Phair ; younger sister
Emma's family wasn't very accepting of her newly discovered 'gift,' so at age fifteen she ran away and hasn't made contact with them since.

RESIDENCE: Emma's currently renting a shabby one-bedroom apartment, but she's hardly ever there.


Other
MODEL: Lisa Origliasso
RP SAMPLE:
Eighteen-year-old Eveline DeVries shuffled into the auditorium, looking for a seat as close to the back of the room as possible. This was her final year at the academy, and she had been through this quite a few times. There was hardly any reason that this time would be different. She found an empty seat and plopped down in it, folding her arms across her chest.

Throughout her time at the academy, Evie had never truly befriended anyone. There was no point in getting close to people, in her eyes. You never knew when it would be the last time you'd see them---they could die the following day, for all you knew. And what's worse, you may be the one responsible for ending their life.

She sighed, running a hand through her choppy dark brown hair as the headmistress droned on. Evie had never had too much trouble with the exam---she felt she had quite an extraordinary gift. She was an illusionist, of sorts. She was able to create illusions and project them into the minds of others, deluding them into thinking they were seeing things that were not really there. This gave her quite an advantage over the other students in the arena. Of course, this sometimes went to her head; she was constantly using her powers for her own personal enjoyment. But that was who she was. Eveline: confident, independent, and a little cocky.

She smirked and rolled her hazel eyes at all of the eager freshmen, so full of anticipation...and a million questions. 'You have no idea what you're in for,' she thought to herself.

"...and I will now let you all loose so that you may choose your team-mates" Mrs. Damiani announced as groups of people crowded around other students asking or begging if they could be on their team.

Teammates. Evie cursed under her breath. This was always the worst part. She didn't like approaching others, and wasn't exactly well known. Not to mention, she wasn't what you'd call 'friendly' towards the rest of the students. So naturally, forming a team was difficult for her. "Let's just get this over with," she muttered under her breath.