Post by EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS on Jun 17, 2011 17:00:29 GMT -5
EMMA ELIZABETH SILVIAS
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► FULL NAME: obvious► LIKES:
► NICKNAMES: Emmy, Bugs
► SEX: Female
► AGE & DOB: Eight. August 5th
► RACE & ACCENT: American
► SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
► MARITAL STATUS: Single.
► CLASS: Middle-Upper. It's complicated.
► OCCUPATION: Piano Prodigy.
► PLAY BY: Elle Fanning
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► HEIGHT: Three foot ' Six
► WEIGHT: Sixty Pounds
► BUILD: Scrawny and Scrappy.
► SKIN TONE: Pale/Fair.
► FACIAL FEATURES: Emmy is a very fair almost pasty little girl with blonde hair that doesn't seem to match her skin tone. She has very expressive, bright blue eyes that often convey to a 't' just how she feels. For this reason she is a terrible liar. Most who see her claim that she has a bit of an angelic quality to her especially when she is on stage all dressed up and playing. For this reason, and her sweet demeanor, many have called her 'The Stage's Guardian Angel'.
►DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Other than her eyes there isn't really anything that anyone can see that would set Emmy apart. Under her clothes or skin colored makeup however there are bruises which are a result of her abusive father and her kept secret.
- Playing the Piano... When she isn't being forced to.
- Rock 'N Roll... Though she is 'discouraged' from playing it.
- People watching.
- Reading.
- Dogs.
- Play.
► DISLIKES:
- Being paraded around like a performing monkey.
- Being yelled at.
- Being hit.
- Stuck up people.
- Fried fish.
► OVERALL PERSONALITY: Emmy is a ridiculously intelligent little girl. Wise beyond her years in way more ways than one. She had to grow up young unfortunately, and she still is, and it shows in the way she carries herself... At least in front of crowds. She can be incredibly serious, something odd for a child her age, however when she is made to giggle her face lights up and one can catch a glimpse of what she could have been. She tends to be extremely eloquent when made to speak, at least on stage, but at times can also be very shy and standoffish as if afraid of the punishment she might receive. All in all Emma Silvias is a very strange, very unique little girl.
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► HOMETOWN: Born in NY. But later relocated to England with her father for tour based on her piano performance.
► CURRENT RESIDENCE: Currently she is traveling pending on where she is due to play.
► FAMILY: She has a father who goes by Daryl. He was a military man and upon his beloved wife's death he dove into the bottle. Unfortunately he takes many of his frustrations out on Emmy and though he forced her into being the sole bread winner of the family, he resents her.
► OVERALL HISTORY: Emmy could have had a normal life but unfortunately it seemed that life had other plans for her. Her father once was a kind, caring man. His name: Daryl. A military man he was hard working, smart though not in the schooling ways, and most importantly devoted to his wife Lillian. While he was away at camp training new recruits in the American military Lillian wrote him with the news that she was pregnant. He was ecstatic. He returned home with permission and stayed with his wife doing desk work the remaining eight months of her pregnancy.
Unfortunately that's where the happy tale ends for Lillian died in child birth and never got to see the baby she already loved. Daryl was destroyed and left as a single father to raise a little girl. He didn't know girls. And now, after losing Lillian, he didn't want to get to know this one.
Him and Emmy barely made it through the first three years though he made a valiant effort the first one. Sadly Daryl was a broken man. By the time Emmy was age three the distraught man, who had not only lost his wife but now his job in order to take care of his young daughter, had dove into the bottle. Barely able to stand some nights Emmy was left to care for herself... Or at least entertain herself. One day she managed to lift herself up to the untouched piano that was kept in her home. Her mother had never been able to play but kept the piece as if for decoration. It was love at first sight and every day she would sit there as her father slept off his drunken stupor and perfect her skills.
At age four and a half, purely by accident, her talent was discovered by the nosy landlord Mrs. Johanson who had overheard the music coming from a door that Daryl had forgotten to close. Upon entering the home she screamed with delight waking up Daryl and encouraging the detached man to pursue something with little Emmy's 'god given skills'. At first he did nothing. But after months of nagging action was taken.
That's what brought them to now. Emmy, now a young eight, has been touring playing classical music for the highest of societies socialites. She even played for the Queen once. Her father has given her love and attention for none of it. Instead he is not only using the money she earns to drink but his aggression has turned into physical and Emmy often walks onto the stage with bruises hidden under her dress.
The most recent development in her life is that she has been playing as the opening act for some bands which specialize in rock and roll: A form of music which Emmy loves. Unfortunately for her, her father hates the music and this provides another source of aggression for him to take out on her. Be that as it may... Emmy prepares for another year.
[/size]► YOUR ALIAS: Emmy is just fine.
► OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
► WHERE YOU FOUND US: I made it.
► ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
-This sample is from my Criminal Minds RP-
Being there in the middle of a big room, dancing. This wasn't exactly Krys' idea of a good time. True a few times in her life she had danced (or attempted to) at Matt Grimaldi's shows and once in a while Penelope and the girls of the BAU would manage to drag her out dancing but that was all fast stuff: It didn't matter if you looked like an idiot. This was a classy, formal event and worst yet: Everyone was watching. Is this how a stalking victim felt? Krys silently cursed herself because thinking something as twisted as that meant she had been spending far much time with the BAU. She was secretly relieved that after this she could return to her beloved CT little did she know that was something Spencer would want to bring up later.
Spencer and herself had attended a few dancing classes. The dance teacher was about ready to throttle both of them, more so Krys when the poor young woman piped up to the question 'what song were you thinking' with 'Fat Bottomed Girls'. But what did the analyst know? Nothing about first dances and the rules to be sure. She just knew that the song had a good beat and she always had a fun time dancing to a cover of it when Matthew played it with his band in the city. Eventually they settled on 'Forever by Ben Harper' but it eventually took Penelope's guidance to get all of the fairly simple moves and executions down.
Things had gone smoothly so far. She hadn't stepped on Spencer's feet once the entire time and if anything the height difference between the two made things amusing. Krys practically had to stand on her tip toes the entire time as her arms were draped around his shoulders. About a quarter way through the song Krys shyly, trying to be smooth, glanced back and forth before blushing perfusely and looking back down at the floor and her feet. "Everybody's looking at us." She informed Spencer quietly and surprisingly a bit shyly. What was common sense to most people was news to Krys and perhaps that's what people liked about her.
Still insisting on looking everywhere but at everyone else some movement at her side caught her eye and she looked toward her right side: Hotch and JJ. Dancing. Her jaw dropped for about a millisecond before her head snapped around to her husband (gosh that was even weird to think). "Hotch. JJ. They-" Her head snapped around back to the two and her lips curved into a very happy smile before looking back to Spencer. Man could this girl ever focus? "I KNEW it." She declared defiantly. Whether this was the case or not was up for argument.
Now turning her attention back on Hotch and JJ she gave Aaron a beaming smile. "Way to go!" Without thinking she stuck her hand out for a highfive. A second or so passed before she realized the following: A- This was not proper protocol for a formal dance, B- Hotch wasn't exactly a big highfiver, C- This was a FORMAL event, and D- Spencer probably wanted to throttle her as much as the dance teacher had.
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