Un rire éclata des lèvres rouges de sang peintes tandis que de longues jambes trébuchaient le long du trottoir, manquant souvent les limites du chemin. La jeune femme aux vagues oranges rebondissantes gigogne une fois de plus le son perçant le silence des rues sombres et autrement calmes alors qu'elle apportait une demi-pleine bouteille de tequila de la nuit sauvage à ses lèvres. La fête n'avait laissé aucun amoureux de la nuit et avec elle éviter la maladroite le lendemain matin qui est venu avec ou, comme Emily le faisait le plus souvent si elle n'était pas trop la gueule de bois, un départ tôt le matin, la laissant une nuit à court d'argent ou un objet de valeur. Finalement, elle est venue dans son petit appartement dans les bidonvilles d'Ann Arbour. Elle a placé la bouteille de tequila à côté de la porte, ne le faisant pas debout, elle l'a fait sur le côté, de petits morceaux de tequila s'échappant de la bouteille jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait pas assez d'alcool pour atteindre le bord de la bouteille. Elle s'est faufilée dans sa poche en tirant un contenu, un peu d'argent, sa fausse carte d'identité (c'était une fête de la maison mais on ne sait jamais où on pourrait se retrouver) et la clé de la maison. Après quelques tentatives fallacieuses entre des chuchotements à ses échecs, elle a pu déverrouiller la porte. Elle a placé ses objets dans sa poche avant de balayer sa tequila bien-aimée avant d'ouvrir la porte et de crier «IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M HOOOOOOOOOOME», dans l'épave sans personne qui était sa maison. Ses paroles saluèrent alors qu'elle tombait dans la maison, fermant la porte derrière elle.
À son entrée Fido, son excitable Pitbull Terrier qui était plus que habitué à la nuit tardive de son propriétaire trébucher dans la maison, s'est réveillé de son sommeil léger et en quelques minutes était en course pour la rencontrer. "Pousse-toi, sale chien!" Emily gigogne, se penchant pour caresser le chien avant de prendre une autre brindille de tequila. Après l'avoir fait Emily fait son chemin vers son lit, Fido une ses talons, et, après avoir placé sa tequila sur le sol, glisse dans les couvertures. Quelques instants plus tard, elle s'endormit.
Le monde des rêves
Une douce brise froide et l'odeur de divers types d'alcool ont été les premiers à engager les sens d'Emily. Pourquoi ses rêves étaient-ils si forts? Tellement distincte? Probablement tous les boozes. La vue d'Emily n'a finalement plus manqué d'elle, ou du moins d'Emily-Dream-Emily, a conduit les yeux bruns du jeune adulte à balayer la région. Des tasses et des bouteilles vides ont été éparpillées à travers le... qu'est-ce qu'elle portait? Une sorte de plate-forme? Elle a marché près du bord pour bientôt libérer elle était sur l'appartement d'un immeuble, un complexe d'appartements pour être plus précis. Un vent doux jouait avec les cheveux de gingembre d'Emily alors qu'elle se tenait vers le bord du bâtiment, ici les bras pliés dans une tentative de garder le froid.
Basic Information

| Name |
Emily Florence Waring
| Date of Birth |
 21 
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Straight- Heterosexual. Emphasis on the sexual
| Status |
"Single but definitely not abstaining" 
Emily is single but has a long line of drunken (and occasionally sober) lovers. A very long line.

| Partner |

  
Danny Walker 


| Occupation |
Emily skips around jobs and is often fired quickly for either misconduct or missing shifts. Between her dodgy 'income' she often takes money or a precious items from the houses of her many one night stands
| In-Depth Appearance |
.Emily stands at approximately 5'10" and weighs in at 152lbs with a slim body and the, ever-so-slight, bit of muscle. She's a natural ginger. Her hair sits in waves, varying in how 'loose' they are depending on the weather and when she brushed or washed her hair last, and it, generally, reaches bra strap length. She has deep chocolate brown eyes that seem to almost always sparkle with either a suggestive glance or the look of triumph if she's just dished an insult, sarcastic reply or something of the likes. Her soft lips are often sporting a smirk and she has a small scar on the peak of her left cheekbone.
It's hard to find Emily not sporting scratches or cut or bruises from some of her latest... activities. Her hands are most commonly marked with some minor wound she definitely won't get checked out. In total she has 5 piercings, 2 on each of her earlobes and a navel piercing and a tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. Her clothing style changes depending on her mood or the weather but, if whether is warm enough, a lot of her choices may be thought inappropriate by some people



Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Funloving ♦ Bitchy ♦ Honest about who she is ♦ Reckless ♦
Emily is definitely not the best of people, nor does she pretend or try to be. She is wild, rebellious and careless. Not for a day has she taken life seriously and doubts she ever will. She does what pleases and entertains her, no matter how reckless it is. Emily has no filter between her mind and her mouth nor between her mind and her actions. She speaks and acts without considering the consequences for herself or anyone else and tends to wear those consequences like a badge. She is a master liar and will tell as many lies as possible to get out of a bad situation or being caught. She will say or do anything to get her will or her way. She's not afraid to use another's confidences against then.
Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, though she might not always show it. She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's a whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour..
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Alcohol- Particularly whiskey
✔ 'overnight lovers'
✔ Her playful dog Fido
✔ Heavy music (Rock/metal)
✔ Playing her electric guitar or keyboard and singing
✔ Joking around with friends
✔ Greasy food
✔ Attention
✘ Kids
✘ Hangovers
✘ Cats
✘ Small yappy dogs
✘ 'prissy' people
✘ People who look condemn here and/or her actions

Hobbies
 ~ Playing in her metal band. She's their lead singer/rhythm guitarist. They get few gigs and are not really that known. It's a hobby- not a career
~ Partying
~ Getting wasted
~ Getting laid
~ Eating
~ Playing with her dog
| History |
Emily is the only child of a CEO of a large accounting firm and his unemployed life. The money Michael earned paid enough for the family of three to live a rather luxurious life and Emily hadn't known a life without such a lifestyle until the last year. Between many business trips and the demanding work hours Emily saw much less of her father than her mother and her and her mother did not get along. The older, and rowdier, she got the more they would fight. As she got older her mother made it obviously her daughter had become a lost cause leaving her with little guidance yet still tried to control her life. This may have been a driving force in her current attitude.
From her early teens/late preteens Emily had a pretty bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for graffiting, defacing properties and disturbing public peace.
Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a party for rhe first time, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. Leading up she had done some smaller rule-breakung actions and lied more than a few times (a couple being where she was) but this was the big one. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking of to parties has become more common despite her mother still trying to run her daughter's life until she was 18. Coming home, proudly, with a new tattoo was the final straw as ber mother kicked her out and cut of any connection she had with her.
| Family |
Parents she dropped ties with completely, as in, won't even acknowledge their existence if she passes the them on the street.
Her Pitbull Terrier called Fido

| Strengths |
 Doesn't care what people say/think about her.
 Can lie/talk/negotiate her way out of a lot of things
 She's a pretty decent musician


| Weaknesses |
 Her close friends.
 Alcohol. She can't say no to the stuff but becomes tipsy rather easy, she also gets the worst of hangovers
She can't handle kids, she hates them in fact
 She's not easy to like




The Other
| Theme Song |
Freak Like Me – Halestorm
”I’m on the train that’s pullin the sick and twisted,
Makin the most of the ride before we get arrested,
We’re all wasted,
And we’re not going home tonight.
Covered in black we lack the social graces,
Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages,
They can’t tame us,”
| Extra Information |
Lives in a sketchy apartment in Ann Arbour