𝐸𝓂𝓂𝓎'𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒

[Emmy]

emmy's character storage

This is exactly what the title says: A place for any and all of my characters!

I'm not huge on character sheets, but these are for the ones that I've grown to love and would adore having one place to put them all. Obvi, everything from their age to their background is subject to change depending on whatever plot I throw them into.

So, welcome? I think? Why are you creeping on my characters?

If you do fancy any of my characters I wouldn't be opposed to plotting something out with you~

I'm Not A Cynic

Alex Benjamin

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[Emmy]

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Luke

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  REQUISITE

  
  

  FULL NAME:

  Lukas Elliot Easton

  
  

  AGE:

  twenty-two (but actually ninety-four)

  
  

  GENDER:

  male

  
  

  SEXUALITY:

  heterosexual

  
  

  OCCUPATION:

  dilated pupils towards the teller at any bank gives him all he needs.

  
  

  ETHNICITY:

  caucasian

  
  

  BIRTH/DEATHDATE

  oct 21st, 1927 - dec 26th, 1949

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
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  APPEARANCE

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  what's the worst that could happen? i'm already dead

  
  

  HEIGHT:
  6'2"

  
  

  WEIGHT:
  180 lbs

  
  

  
  

  eye color:
  hazel with gold flecks

  
  

  hair color:
  dark brown, almost black

  
  

  body mods:
  he's got some traditional american rose tattoos on his left bicep. an old silver antique ring with a rich red ruby centered might as well be a part of his body.

  
  

  body type:
  slender with toned muscle mass

  
  
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  PERSONALITY

  
  

  
  

  favorite food:
  risotto
  
  favorite drink
  dark rum

  
  

  favorite color
  red
  
  favorite artist
  frank sinatra

  
  

  favorite book
  1984 by george orwell
  
  favorite film
  the outsiders

  
  

  
  

  
  

  VIRTUES

  
  • loyalty • orderliness
  • confidence • cleanliness
  • commitment • courage
  
  
  

  VICES

  
  • anger • arrogance
  • impatience • recklessness
  • wrath • jealousy
  
  

  
  
  
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  HISTORY

  
  

  
  

  early life
  

  Lukas was born not long before The Great Depression hit the nation, devastating a lot of families and businesses. Unfortunately, this did not exclude Lukas' family. His parents were just as loving as they were poor and so, they tried their best to make the best of every situation for their only child's sake. By a miracle, his parent's bakery business survived the hardship. He grew up playing with little toy figures while his father baked bread in their shop. As he grew older, he took on more and more responsibility within the business. When he was ten years old he rode his bicycle to deliver the freshly baked bread in an old and worn basket, later he would become a baker right alongside his father. The plan was for Lukas to take over the family business someday. Sadly, that would not be the case.
  
  Throughout his life, he was a good kid. He was highly dependable and a hard worker. He had to be in such a time. He was sweet on one girl in his town from the time he was fifteen up until his death. He enjoyed music far too much, often being told he was wasting time by sneaking into bars just to catch performances from artists like Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, and Bing Crosby.
  

  
  

  
  

  his death
  

  It was the day after Christmas in the year of 1949 when his life as he knew it ended. He had been sent out by his mother to grab a few necessities; bread, eggs, and things of the like. He drove his father's red 1949 Ford Lincoln through the snow and sleet as the sun was beginning to set, stopping briefly to sneak a kiss from his girlfriend through her bedroom window on the way.
  
  By the time he had picked up everything on his mother's grocery list, the sun had set and the sky was dark. He made it about halfway to his car when he was grabbed, brown paper bags falling from his arms and eggs cracking on the pavement. He blinked once and suddenly he was not in the parking lot of the store any longer but in the woods behind the establishment. He swears he never got a good look at the man- No, the monster that took him. He was faster than what the human eye could comprehend, stronger than a bear, yet he was incredibly graceful with every movement. Lukas' shrieks rang out into the frosty air, though no one heard. Bite marks littered his body; his neck, his shoulder, his arms. Bloodied and dizzy from the blood loss, he laid on the stained snow beneath him and pleaded for death. Anything would be better than slowly dying in the woods, he was sure of it.
  
  The creature laughed, cold and cruel. He said he'd never had a meal plead for death in all his years. Just from spite alone, the man told him he was giving him a gift far greater than death instead. He forcefully fed Lukas his blood, slicing his own wrist with an old pocket knife and holding the wound to the young man's lips. At first, Lukas protested as best he could, but the more he consumed, the more he realized he didn't feel death's grips tightening on him. He began to drink with fever through thickening confusion. Eventually, the man pulled his arm away with a growing smirk, his hat hiding his eyes that Lukas could only imagine were as black as night.
  
  Just as a very dumbfounded Lukas had pushed himself up from the snow and attempted to turn to look at this strange man, his neck was snapped and he was right back where he had just climbed up from. Only, this time he was dead before his body hit the cold ground.
  
  He woke up alone, though he wasn't cold as he should have been- he was burning up as if he had the worst fever known to man. A strange silver ring had been slipped onto his finger, but he could barely see it as his eyes squinted against the sun that hung high in the sky. His teeth ached with such severity that he was positive it was giving him a deathly migraine. He was starving, so he wasted little time in stumbling out of the line of trees and back onto the grocery store's property. Finding his keys amongst the broken eggshells from the night prior, he drove home to his worried parents.
  
  He ate everything he could get his hands on, screaming at his mother to shut her mouth as he raided the fridge and pantry for everything it was worth. Nothing satisfied him. His hunger only grew. He was in pain and he didn't understand why he swore he could hear the very blood flowing through his mother and father as they stood at the doorway, fear, and concern etched into their faces. Then he looked at them, black eyes that were once hazel settling on his mother's neck as he breathed in the sweetest scent he had ever smelled. It was blood that he craved, his whole body screaming at him to obtain it at all costs.
  
  It didn't take long for this new animistic and predatory nature to completely take over any thought process he had. In seconds, moving just as fast as the man that had done such a thing to him, he was sinking his aching fangs into his mother's neck as his father screamed and cried. He drained that woman for every ounce of blood she had and then did the same to his father. He didn't have time to sulk in the aftermath of his actions, he knew he had to flee and leave behind the woman he loved.
  

  
  

  
  

  present life
  

  After killing his family, he went on to kill more people than he could count all over not only the United States, but neighboring countries as well. It wasn't that he didn't try not to, he was simply out of control of his own actions and that hunger that always returned. He found he not only had inhuman speed, but strength, immortality, and the ability to manipulate the mind of any human he came into contact with. He had all the money he could ever want due to such power, never again having to work another day for the rest of his life. He lived ruthlessly, leaving behind his old life. He wasn't a poor young man, he wasn't a World War II veteran, he wasn't a man loved by the sweetest woman to walk the earth- He was an impulsive vampire.
  
  When his old lover turned 65, dying in a hospital bed of Leukemia and dementia infesting her mind, he returned to his hometown and paid her a visit in her last moments. It was proof enough to him that he hadn't completely lost his humanity. The interaction broke the heart he had, the one that had grown calloused and hard over the years.
  
  From that moment he didn't go on anymore ruthless killing sprees. Well, he tried not to, but sometimes things just don't work out the way you planned for them to. He learned how to control his appetite better, started pursuing his sexual needs in women he deemed fit even if they could never compare to his lovely Rosaline, and eventually reemerged into the land of the living as if he were one of them. He still killed, just less frequently and a lot less obviously.
  
  He returned to his hometown with plans of owning up to some promises he and his mother had planned out for his future all those many years ago.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
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  FAMILY

  
  

  
  

  
  

  ELIZABETH MARY EASTON

  
  

  
  

  death
  december 27th, 1949

  
  

  relationship
  mother

  
  

  
  

  
  

  TIMOTHY LUKAS EASTON

  
  

  
  

  death
  december 27th, 1949

  
  

  relationship
  father

  
  

  
  

  
  

i said,

that's life

and as funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks, stomping on a dream. but i don't let it, let it get me

down

'cause this fine old world, it just keeps spinnin' round.

FRANK SINATRA
THAT'S LIFE

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  alice kristiansen

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  name

  elena [uh-lay-nuh] alexandria adams

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  nicknames

  ellie, e, lena [lay-nuh]

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  age

  twenty-two

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  date of birth

  july 1st

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  gender

  female

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  sexuality

  heterosexual

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  occupation

  child music therapist

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  hometown

  willow city, tx
• hair colour / style

  
  

  golden blonde locks of hair fall down to her lowerback in natural waves.

  eyes

  
  

  bright green eyes.

  build

  
  

  slender with little to no muscle mass.

  attire

  
  

  she adores getting all dolled up for parties or events, but more than likely you'll see her in a pair of blue jeans or black leggings with some sort of flowy, girly top on.

  modifications

  
  

  both earlobes and the cartilage of her right ear are pierced.

  scars / markings

  
  

  freckles dance along the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks, a few kiss her shoulders. a tiny sliver of a scar at the base of her neck, an almost identical one on her left side.

  physical/mental health

  
  

  physically she's completely healthy. though, mentally, she's not in pristine condition.

  weight

  104 lbs

  height

  5'3"
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  • virtues

    caring

    commitment

    perseverance

    gentleness

    generosity

    compassion
  • vices

    doubt

    melancholic

    secrecy

    resentfulness

    cowardice
  • likes

    mint chocolate chip ice cream

    live music

    cleaning

    friends the tv show

    her profession

    strawberry scented shampoo

    cooking

    camping

    dislikes

    most sushi

    vodka

    disorganization

    snakes

    thunderstorms

    raised voices

    electro music
  • strengths

    - music. writing it, singing it, teaching it; that's where her talent lays.
    - compassionate to others, even if she cannot personally relate to their situations she's an easy ear to talk to.
    - great at cooking.

    weaknesses

    - irrational decision making from time to time is a result from living by her heart more so than her head.
    - committed and loyal to an utter fault.
    - desperate to be loved, even if she tells herself otherwise.

    mentail ailments

    depression, anxiety, ptsd.

    fears

    - being controlled and abused.
    - never having a family of her own.
    - failing in her line of work and returning to her tiny hometown.
  • favourites

    lavender purple

    biscuits and gravy

    merry go 'round by kacey musgraves

    the time traveler's wife

    whiskey

    music

  maybe I don't know, but maybe thats okay. all this shit I can't explain, is it by design or random fate?
  - maybe idk, jon bellion

  personality

  If Elena is one thing, it's loyal. It explains her ability to maintain relationships with those she loves, even if they aren't good for her; i.e. her most recent ex-boyfriend, Samson. She has never been someone with a large friend group, but she adores her friends and is highly dependable for them. Whatever they need her to be, that's what she wants to be, which means that she is often a people-pleaser and will do whatever it takes to gain the approval of those around her. It can be a draining and daunting task for her, but that's just how her brain is hardwired.
  
  She can be timid and a little bit shy, but once warmed up to someone she tends to crack plenty of jokes and loves to participate in playful teasing. She does her best to think rationally, but she is someone who is led more so by her heart than her head. Add some depression and trauma to the mix and, well, things can get a little muddled in her head.
  
  
• early life

  born and raised in willow city, texas, elena was raised in a tight knit community with loving parents and a protective older brother. She spent a lot of time playing outdoors, going on camping trips with her family, late night ice cream runs to buck's creamery with her dad, and found her love for playing the accoustic guitar.
  
  when elena was thirteen years old, her father died in a car accident just right outside of town. a traffic light was faulty and resulted in him being killed in the head-on collision. obviously, this was a difficult and trying time for not only elena and her family, but their little community as well.

  second stage of life

  not long after she turned sixteen, her mother was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. she put off all the health issues she was dealing with to save on money so they could have food on the table along with running lights and water regardless of elena's protests. by the time she finally went to the doctor's appointment elena set up, it was just too late. not able to afford treatment, even if it wouldn't have been enough to save her life, it was a mere couple of months before her mother passed.
  
  she has an older brother named clayton, someone she was close to throughout her childhood regardless of his typical boyish meanness. he, however, felt like seeing their mother die was too much for him to bear so he packed up his things and moved off to the west coast to pursue a career in the police force before the death occurred. this left all the caretaking on a sixteen-year-old up until the moment of death, barely financially scraping by with a shitty job at the only diner in town. her aunt soon moved in to care for her until she was eighteen years old.
  
  when she was seventeen and a fresh senior in high school, she met her boyfriend, samson, with who she would stay in a relationship until she graduated from her online college courses. things started out innocently enough and he seemed to be a sturdy foundation to lean on in the aftermath of losing her mom. oh, how wrong she was.
  

  present life

  surviving years of abuse from her boyfriend, a miscarriage, and one suicide attempt, elena started taking online college courses to become a pediatric music therapist in secret. she decided that her lovely hometown would soon be the place she died in if she didn't get out. so the moment she received her college degree, she sent out job applications to mental healthcare offices all over the united states; from maine all the way down to california.
  
  she accepted the first job offer she got and packed up what little she had to start life anew somewhere else, free of being tormented both mentally and physically.
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  clayton michael adams

  - twenty-six years old
  - brother

  samson lee miller

  - twenty-three years old
  - ex boyfriend

  ezra james adams

  - deceased
  - father

  mabel grace adams

  - deceased
  - mother

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