Post by Emma Vale on Dec 13, 2006 0:49:08 GMT -5
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Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Pamela
Other characters on the board: None
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Emma Vale
Age: 16
Year in Salem: Junior
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: January 24, 1981
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood, Type 1
Appearance:
Emma has long brown hair that reaches almost to the small of her back. There isn't really a name for her hair color, it is a medium shade of brown with naturally lighter highlights. It is neither straight nor curly, but rather settles in between the two extremes, though not in a happy medium. Her eyes match the green olive which often perches on the edge of her father's favorite drink. While some say that specks of gold float admist the sea of green, Emma would say otherwise. Her complexion is fair, neither boasting of a tropical tan nor a creamy pale tint. If anything it contains a hint of brown from her time in the sun, but not an abnormal amount. She is of slightly above average height, boasting of a proud five feet and four inches, one inch higher than many of her peers. Emma also maintains a somewhat slender frame. She has enough weight to keep her feet on the ground, but not so much to propose a cause for worry.
Personality:
Emma is Emma. At first, Emma is reserved, a formal girl brought up to be seen and not heard, an asset to her parents, and a valued possession. She has learned that her body is merely a frame for her mind, and as such prizes intellectual pursuits far above which shade of lipstick makes her lips look more vulnerable or pouty. While she knows how to take care of herself, Emma views it as second to her studies and her persual of those academics. She studies with a passion, throwing herself into whatever she has committed herself to. Nothing is half-done, and that which is done is done well.
While she can be warm and friendly to others, very few see Emma as fun. Those who truly know her, and those whom she opens herself up to, a treated to a glimpse of the Emma released from her trappings. Of course, the same side can be seen while cheering on Quidditch games. She is blindly loyal to those whom she gives her devotion, but the trust only goes so far. She doesn't keep to herself, but rather keeps her true thoughts and feelings locked away within herself. While closing off her private thoughts to others, she still maintains friendly relations and actions with the others.
Being quiet at home has give her plenty of time to value beauty, and while at her home she can more than often be found staring out the window. It has given her a peace inside, one that resides within her giving a gentle grace to her every action. While she dresses as her parents wish at home, at SWIM, Emma has never been seen in a skirt throughout her past two and upcoming third year. She wears long black pants, as dictated by uniform regulations, but never skirts. A rare sight might chance of Emma in shorts, but again, never in a skirt. At least at SWIM. Skirts are for showgirls and mantle displays, not women.
History:
Emma is the only child of Rebecca and James Vale of the Boston area. She was raised with the best of governesses, groomed to become her family's pride, even if she weren't male. Of course, from the day she was born she was told of her grand heritage. She was a witch. Her father was of the purebred stock from Britain, letting everyone know of it with his crisp accent that never altered a whit, as well as his clean, crisp lifestyle and a few gentle reminders of his stock. In Emma's eyes, he was a grand figure, the perfect stature of a man, and one she placed on a pedestal for quite a few years. She learned piano for him, violin for him, and even trained vocally. She was his pride, being showcased at many dinner parties throughout her years. Her mother always applauded Emma's accomplishments and played her role as housewife to James's role as head of the household. Many governesses came and went, either giving notice from James's demands for his daughter's perfection or the reservation of their charge. Emma learned quite early that her governesses were her servants, in a sense. While many did not view it as so, she inherited the perspective from her father and did not change until her first foray into education.
In the elementary covens, Emma first learned of other children beyond her family's friends' children. In fact, she even learned that some were not purebloods at all. Given a heady dose of reality, Emma returned home confused and bewildered. It was only until a compassionate governess (number ten) took it upon herself to enlighten the child. It seemed as if there was a whole world of nonmagical people, and that those with magical abilities were the true rarities. Of course the well-intentioned but somewhat spiteful governess deemed it right to continue further, telling of Emma's mother's own magical inabilities. To hear that her mother was not like her, that she was different was horrible. Emma couldn't help but hold her mother in a more pitiable esteem, but never mentioned that she knew. Those things were known but never spoken, and Emma knew her mother's background belonged in that realm. As she studied her mother, Emma began to wonder how she had never known, but hid that knowledge to herself, then choosing to make the most of all things. She would excel in both the magical and nonmagical arts to please both parents. While her mother could take pleasure in the arts Emma had accomplished, James could take pride in seeing his daughter come along nicely in her spellwork. It was a happy medium that pleased all parties.
As she continued in her studies, Emma found herself hearing more and more of the difference in muggle and magical worlds during her father's discourses with family friends. She would continually hear of the 'sad state of things' and that 'a wizard can't even chance a mere charm in public.' Then she would smile and serve tea while smiling congenially at the guest. Her father would then pat her arm and say, 'Oh but now here's the saving of our future,' before giving a small toast to her progress. Through the years, Emma eventually reached the age, 13 and four months to be exact, when she reached the more official symptom of womanhood. The awkwardness of her age brought Emma and her mother closer, and she finally heard her mother's story. It seemed that Rebecca had originally grown up in Boston and on a college study excursion to Britain had met Emma's father. The two got along beautifully, and after two pleasant weeks the group left and Rebecca returned home. James, on the other hand, left with a more definite future in mind. He was being pressured to take a wife to preserve his wizard lineage but there were no suitably purebred women at hand for the position. His father, Edward, had a blossoming firm in America and saw the possibilities with aligning his family with a future great power. James chose Rebecca, from her good family and past amiablity, and the two were married.
Of course when the tale was over, Emma could tell there was far more lurking behind it, but rather chose to leave it be. If it made her mother happy, then that was all that was needed. The lack of true communication between her parents as well as their scarce time together told a different story, but Emma was content with the facade for the time being. Her entry at SWIM was expected and dutifully celebrated. Yet it was not just another milestone for Emma. It was her first chance at freedom, at life, and Emma drank it in heavily. After her fourth boyfriend and the second letter from home, Emma found herself reeling from intoxication. Her grades had dropped abominally and the end of the year was almost in sight. Putting together a last ditch effort, Emma managed to scrape by with Vale-acceptable grades, perfection in other words. It was luck, but one that taught Emma a lesson. When she returned home for the summer, Emma had her first fight with her parents. Of course she had pitched tantrums before, but nothing of a serious manner. It seemed her mother had caught the scent of cigarettes in her luggage from school. After attempting to pass it off as another girl's, Emma finally confessed. It was a result of being pent-up in a bloody museum, at least that was her excuse. But it resulted in her first serious punishment, a lashing and severe treatment from her family. Not a word was spoken for the next week and a half, but soon it was broken. Emma became the dutiful daughter once more, having been fully explained the expectations set for her.
Her second year at SWIM was the picture of perfection, sending weekly reports of her studies and progress in class. Emma had resigned herself to the Vale legacy, and played the role to a tee. At Thanksgiving, she was sent home to attend her family's dinner, and afterwards was taken aside by her father. She had behaved well, well enough to be trusted once more. At long last she was beginning to act like a Vale. Her progress in her classes had proved to Emma that she had a mind for spellwork, and it should not be wasted. She grew by leaps and bounds, and was almost recognizable from her behavior the past year. It was then that the attacks occurred.
A set of screams from the hallway had set everyone's nerves on edge when their Dorm Leader came trooping in. "Girls, get in your rooms!" she shrieked, setting as many defensive spells on the door as possible. Instantly Emma rose to her side, asking what the matter was but only receiving a powerful glare in return. There were many loud sounds, horrible shrieks as well. They fell asleep that way, Emma and Hannah, her roommate, huddled together in a bed with a shield charm surrounding them. It wasn't until morning that they learned just what had occured. Neo-Death Eaters, of a sort even her father didn't dare to speak of until she was out of the room. It seemed they had decimated his own line, causing him to search elsewhere for his bride. They had attempted to abduct Sam and Cliff, the two Hall Monitors. Fortunately they were alright, but still injured. Emma's father had wanted her out of the school immediately, and while she spent Christmas under that delusion, she was eventually able to persuade her father otherwise with prove of the teachers' valiant actions.
All that awaited her was the reopening of the school. Luckily she wasn't in line to take the ADEPT exam until the next year, but still Emma hated all that time at home. It was back to her old self, the groomed self that wasn't allowed out at all. At least she was still allowed that measure of freedom at SWIM. When news of the school's reopening reached her, Emma had to hold back a delicious cheer. Nothing could stop SWIM, and nothing could stop her. It took careful persuading to hold James to his promise to allow her return, but finally she was allowed to go.
Likes: Artwork of any medium, classic books, writing, singing, good music, Quidditch, being complimented on her intellect, helping others.
Dislikes: Abnormal amounts of dust, unwanted wrinkles, bad teeth, foul odors, ignorance, arrogance, hate, quarreling, those who think they are the good at something when they aren't.
Special Abilities: Adept at spellwork, has a quick memory for facts. Accomplished in music, has lovely penmanship.
Hopes and Dreams: To be a writer, although no one else knows of that. It is her secret ambition, hidden away beneath layers of grooming and expectations.
Wand: 12 inch Rowen wand, with the Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie core.
Broom: None.
Pet: A snowy owl named Fawna.
Writing Sample:
As the car came to a halt, Emma waited for her door to open with bated breath. It were as if the door were a magical portal, escorting her from the Vale world to Salem's Institute. She was going to SWIM at The Pool, as some first year had called it last year. Even thinking of last year seemed a world away, but she was soon about to reenter it. As the driver opened her door, Emma emerged in her black school robes, a proud black loafer embracing the soil of Salem's Peak. "I'm home," she whispered, nodding to the driver as he pretended to ignore her comment. As her bags were carried to the increasing pile of students' luggage, Emma took the moment to relive her past moments. The last time she had set foot in Salem's Peak, it was to be whisked away back home to 'safety'. Why, she was safer at SWIM than anywhere else. She could see the top of the old Pool over the trees, the same wind that caressed her hair underneath her favorite tree was still there, and it played with her once again, bringing a smile to her polished face. It was time to cease being a Vale, but rather be Emma. She had almost forgotten what that felt like.
As the driver bid her farewell, Emma gave him a friendly nod before approaching the rest of the crowd. Already she could pick out familiar faces, the freshmen who had grown two feet over the summer, and the spring, as well as the same chattering sophmore whom at the moment she thought she could never tire of. Their chatter was music to her ears for the time being, although she was sure to grow annoyed of it later on. Spotting a group of old friends, Emma made her way over, stopping only to shed her robes and lay them over her arm. Warm greetings were spread all around as she felt to be one of them once more. She was Emma, now, just Emma. Of course she had been forced to wear her robes on the way over, them being the only Vale-acceptable wear other than her more formal wardrobe. She was not going to wear anything of Vale Manor to her first moments at SWIM, nor would she have been able to wear her SWIM attire at Vale Manor. They were two seperate worlds, and she had to keep them apart or be torn apart. Comfortable in her linen dress slacks, Emma ran a hand through her hair, leaving it open to toss in the wind.
"It's good to be back, isn't it?" she replied, smiling warmly at them all. Nothing could spoil her mood now, within reason. "How was your summer?" Turning to her friends, Emma abandoned all thought of the place from whence she came. She was at Salem, and all was well.
Added by Admin:
SMART Scores:
Wand Work- E
Alchemy- O
Magizoology- E
Astronomy- E
House: Agrippa
Room Number: 115
Room Mate: Zanarath Penn
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Pamela
Other characters on the board: None
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Emma Vale
Age: 16
Year in Salem: Junior
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: January 24, 1981
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood, Type 1
Appearance:
Emma has long brown hair that reaches almost to the small of her back. There isn't really a name for her hair color, it is a medium shade of brown with naturally lighter highlights. It is neither straight nor curly, but rather settles in between the two extremes, though not in a happy medium. Her eyes match the green olive which often perches on the edge of her father's favorite drink. While some say that specks of gold float admist the sea of green, Emma would say otherwise. Her complexion is fair, neither boasting of a tropical tan nor a creamy pale tint. If anything it contains a hint of brown from her time in the sun, but not an abnormal amount. She is of slightly above average height, boasting of a proud five feet and four inches, one inch higher than many of her peers. Emma also maintains a somewhat slender frame. She has enough weight to keep her feet on the ground, but not so much to propose a cause for worry.
Personality:
Emma is Emma. At first, Emma is reserved, a formal girl brought up to be seen and not heard, an asset to her parents, and a valued possession. She has learned that her body is merely a frame for her mind, and as such prizes intellectual pursuits far above which shade of lipstick makes her lips look more vulnerable or pouty. While she knows how to take care of herself, Emma views it as second to her studies and her persual of those academics. She studies with a passion, throwing herself into whatever she has committed herself to. Nothing is half-done, and that which is done is done well.
While she can be warm and friendly to others, very few see Emma as fun. Those who truly know her, and those whom she opens herself up to, a treated to a glimpse of the Emma released from her trappings. Of course, the same side can be seen while cheering on Quidditch games. She is blindly loyal to those whom she gives her devotion, but the trust only goes so far. She doesn't keep to herself, but rather keeps her true thoughts and feelings locked away within herself. While closing off her private thoughts to others, she still maintains friendly relations and actions with the others.
Being quiet at home has give her plenty of time to value beauty, and while at her home she can more than often be found staring out the window. It has given her a peace inside, one that resides within her giving a gentle grace to her every action. While she dresses as her parents wish at home, at SWIM, Emma has never been seen in a skirt throughout her past two and upcoming third year. She wears long black pants, as dictated by uniform regulations, but never skirts. A rare sight might chance of Emma in shorts, but again, never in a skirt. At least at SWIM. Skirts are for showgirls and mantle displays, not women.
History:
Emma is the only child of Rebecca and James Vale of the Boston area. She was raised with the best of governesses, groomed to become her family's pride, even if she weren't male. Of course, from the day she was born she was told of her grand heritage. She was a witch. Her father was of the purebred stock from Britain, letting everyone know of it with his crisp accent that never altered a whit, as well as his clean, crisp lifestyle and a few gentle reminders of his stock. In Emma's eyes, he was a grand figure, the perfect stature of a man, and one she placed on a pedestal for quite a few years. She learned piano for him, violin for him, and even trained vocally. She was his pride, being showcased at many dinner parties throughout her years. Her mother always applauded Emma's accomplishments and played her role as housewife to James's role as head of the household. Many governesses came and went, either giving notice from James's demands for his daughter's perfection or the reservation of their charge. Emma learned quite early that her governesses were her servants, in a sense. While many did not view it as so, she inherited the perspective from her father and did not change until her first foray into education.
In the elementary covens, Emma first learned of other children beyond her family's friends' children. In fact, she even learned that some were not purebloods at all. Given a heady dose of reality, Emma returned home confused and bewildered. It was only until a compassionate governess (number ten) took it upon herself to enlighten the child. It seemed as if there was a whole world of nonmagical people, and that those with magical abilities were the true rarities. Of course the well-intentioned but somewhat spiteful governess deemed it right to continue further, telling of Emma's mother's own magical inabilities. To hear that her mother was not like her, that she was different was horrible. Emma couldn't help but hold her mother in a more pitiable esteem, but never mentioned that she knew. Those things were known but never spoken, and Emma knew her mother's background belonged in that realm. As she studied her mother, Emma began to wonder how she had never known, but hid that knowledge to herself, then choosing to make the most of all things. She would excel in both the magical and nonmagical arts to please both parents. While her mother could take pleasure in the arts Emma had accomplished, James could take pride in seeing his daughter come along nicely in her spellwork. It was a happy medium that pleased all parties.
As she continued in her studies, Emma found herself hearing more and more of the difference in muggle and magical worlds during her father's discourses with family friends. She would continually hear of the 'sad state of things' and that 'a wizard can't even chance a mere charm in public.' Then she would smile and serve tea while smiling congenially at the guest. Her father would then pat her arm and say, 'Oh but now here's the saving of our future,' before giving a small toast to her progress. Through the years, Emma eventually reached the age, 13 and four months to be exact, when she reached the more official symptom of womanhood. The awkwardness of her age brought Emma and her mother closer, and she finally heard her mother's story. It seemed that Rebecca had originally grown up in Boston and on a college study excursion to Britain had met Emma's father. The two got along beautifully, and after two pleasant weeks the group left and Rebecca returned home. James, on the other hand, left with a more definite future in mind. He was being pressured to take a wife to preserve his wizard lineage but there were no suitably purebred women at hand for the position. His father, Edward, had a blossoming firm in America and saw the possibilities with aligning his family with a future great power. James chose Rebecca, from her good family and past amiablity, and the two were married.
Of course when the tale was over, Emma could tell there was far more lurking behind it, but rather chose to leave it be. If it made her mother happy, then that was all that was needed. The lack of true communication between her parents as well as their scarce time together told a different story, but Emma was content with the facade for the time being. Her entry at SWIM was expected and dutifully celebrated. Yet it was not just another milestone for Emma. It was her first chance at freedom, at life, and Emma drank it in heavily. After her fourth boyfriend and the second letter from home, Emma found herself reeling from intoxication. Her grades had dropped abominally and the end of the year was almost in sight. Putting together a last ditch effort, Emma managed to scrape by with Vale-acceptable grades, perfection in other words. It was luck, but one that taught Emma a lesson. When she returned home for the summer, Emma had her first fight with her parents. Of course she had pitched tantrums before, but nothing of a serious manner. It seemed her mother had caught the scent of cigarettes in her luggage from school. After attempting to pass it off as another girl's, Emma finally confessed. It was a result of being pent-up in a bloody museum, at least that was her excuse. But it resulted in her first serious punishment, a lashing and severe treatment from her family. Not a word was spoken for the next week and a half, but soon it was broken. Emma became the dutiful daughter once more, having been fully explained the expectations set for her.
Her second year at SWIM was the picture of perfection, sending weekly reports of her studies and progress in class. Emma had resigned herself to the Vale legacy, and played the role to a tee. At Thanksgiving, she was sent home to attend her family's dinner, and afterwards was taken aside by her father. She had behaved well, well enough to be trusted once more. At long last she was beginning to act like a Vale. Her progress in her classes had proved to Emma that she had a mind for spellwork, and it should not be wasted. She grew by leaps and bounds, and was almost recognizable from her behavior the past year. It was then that the attacks occurred.
A set of screams from the hallway had set everyone's nerves on edge when their Dorm Leader came trooping in. "Girls, get in your rooms!" she shrieked, setting as many defensive spells on the door as possible. Instantly Emma rose to her side, asking what the matter was but only receiving a powerful glare in return. There were many loud sounds, horrible shrieks as well. They fell asleep that way, Emma and Hannah, her roommate, huddled together in a bed with a shield charm surrounding them. It wasn't until morning that they learned just what had occured. Neo-Death Eaters, of a sort even her father didn't dare to speak of until she was out of the room. It seemed they had decimated his own line, causing him to search elsewhere for his bride. They had attempted to abduct Sam and Cliff, the two Hall Monitors. Fortunately they were alright, but still injured. Emma's father had wanted her out of the school immediately, and while she spent Christmas under that delusion, she was eventually able to persuade her father otherwise with prove of the teachers' valiant actions.
All that awaited her was the reopening of the school. Luckily she wasn't in line to take the ADEPT exam until the next year, but still Emma hated all that time at home. It was back to her old self, the groomed self that wasn't allowed out at all. At least she was still allowed that measure of freedom at SWIM. When news of the school's reopening reached her, Emma had to hold back a delicious cheer. Nothing could stop SWIM, and nothing could stop her. It took careful persuading to hold James to his promise to allow her return, but finally she was allowed to go.
Likes: Artwork of any medium, classic books, writing, singing, good music, Quidditch, being complimented on her intellect, helping others.
Dislikes: Abnormal amounts of dust, unwanted wrinkles, bad teeth, foul odors, ignorance, arrogance, hate, quarreling, those who think they are the good at something when they aren't.
Special Abilities: Adept at spellwork, has a quick memory for facts. Accomplished in music, has lovely penmanship.
Hopes and Dreams: To be a writer, although no one else knows of that. It is her secret ambition, hidden away beneath layers of grooming and expectations.
Wand: 12 inch Rowen wand, with the Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie core.
Broom: None.
Pet: A snowy owl named Fawna.
Writing Sample:
As the car came to a halt, Emma waited for her door to open with bated breath. It were as if the door were a magical portal, escorting her from the Vale world to Salem's Institute. She was going to SWIM at The Pool, as some first year had called it last year. Even thinking of last year seemed a world away, but she was soon about to reenter it. As the driver opened her door, Emma emerged in her black school robes, a proud black loafer embracing the soil of Salem's Peak. "I'm home," she whispered, nodding to the driver as he pretended to ignore her comment. As her bags were carried to the increasing pile of students' luggage, Emma took the moment to relive her past moments. The last time she had set foot in Salem's Peak, it was to be whisked away back home to 'safety'. Why, she was safer at SWIM than anywhere else. She could see the top of the old Pool over the trees, the same wind that caressed her hair underneath her favorite tree was still there, and it played with her once again, bringing a smile to her polished face. It was time to cease being a Vale, but rather be Emma. She had almost forgotten what that felt like.
As the driver bid her farewell, Emma gave him a friendly nod before approaching the rest of the crowd. Already she could pick out familiar faces, the freshmen who had grown two feet over the summer, and the spring, as well as the same chattering sophmore whom at the moment she thought she could never tire of. Their chatter was music to her ears for the time being, although she was sure to grow annoyed of it later on. Spotting a group of old friends, Emma made her way over, stopping only to shed her robes and lay them over her arm. Warm greetings were spread all around as she felt to be one of them once more. She was Emma, now, just Emma. Of course she had been forced to wear her robes on the way over, them being the only Vale-acceptable wear other than her more formal wardrobe. She was not going to wear anything of Vale Manor to her first moments at SWIM, nor would she have been able to wear her SWIM attire at Vale Manor. They were two seperate worlds, and she had to keep them apart or be torn apart. Comfortable in her linen dress slacks, Emma ran a hand through her hair, leaving it open to toss in the wind.
"It's good to be back, isn't it?" she replied, smiling warmly at them all. Nothing could spoil her mood now, within reason. "How was your summer?" Turning to her friends, Emma abandoned all thought of the place from whence she came. She was at Salem, and all was well.
Added by Admin:
SMART Scores:
Wand Work- E
Alchemy- O
Magizoology- E
Astronomy- E
House: Agrippa
Room Number: 115
Room Mate: Zanarath Penn