Interagir avec: Danny Walker 
Emily se tenait au bord de l'immeuble en regardant le glorieux lever du soleil. Une orange rampait au-dessus du ciel sombre suivi d'un magnifique tableau de couleur à suivre. Orange, rose, violet et bleu. Emily a rarement vu le lever du soleil du matin. D'habitude, elle avait la gueule de bois le matin ou, parfois, elle dormait encore. Ses grandes évasions de la maison de son stand d'une nuit ont généralement fini par avoir lieu peu après l'exposition spectaculaire du soleil annonçant son arrivée. Emily a pensé que si le soleil était une personne, il serait un trou du cul égoïste. Elle l'aurait frappé.
La brise mêlée à l'odeur Emily connaissait beaucoup trop bien l'alcool stalle après une soirée amusante. La combinaison de ces parfums se sentait presque à l'aise, rappelant les soirées tardives de fête et de boisson. Les nuits qui ont donné lieu à des promenades de honte et/ou de mal de tête le matin, elle était toute-à-familiaire. L'air était, un peu téméraire. Emily a estimé que son rêve était trop stupide pour se souvenir d'une veste. Ou était-ce que le rêve-Émily pensant-Émily était stupide? L'un des autres. Au lieu de cela, elle portait un top singlet et un jean, sa veste en cuir pas sur place, ni un jean. Elle regardait le soleil levant lointain et souhaitait qu'il se lève plus vite pour réchauffer l'endroit, hélas, ce n'était pas comme un lever de soleil fonctionnait, même dans son monde de rêve il semblait.
Ça n'a pas duré longtemps avant qu'une voix ne l'appelle. Emily s'est tournée vers un homme, grand avec une peau brune. Oh, c'était la partie où ils descendaient pour baiser? Peut-être qu'Emily était plus intelligente qu'Emily ne le pensait. Le regard sur son visage, cependant, lui a dit le contraire. Elle lui a juste donné un sourire, en pensant à ce qui aurait pu être si ce rêve s'était passé. "Dans une putain de forêt tropicale." Elle répond sarcastiquement : "Tu n'es pas aussi stupide que tu le penses, chérie. Ou je l'espère au moins. Ce sanctuaire n'a pas besoin d'être plus stupide," Emily n'avait jamais rencontré cet homme auparavant, elle le savait, mais il y avait un sentiment de nerf qui s'affaiblissait de l'arrière de son esprit. Cet homme était important pour elle. Bien, d'autant plus de plaisir à taquiner.
Au loin, elle repère une demi-bouteille pleine de Tequila, posée sur le sol près des canapés extérieurs souillés. Emily quitte son poste momentanément pour saisir la bouteille et en retirer une perruque à son retour à sa position. Eh bien, si elle n'allait pas frapper quelqu'un dans ce rêve elle pourrait aussi bien boire.
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