Emma Morgan - Feline (FINISHED)

Appearance

Emma is certainly prettier than average. Her beach blonde hair cascades down her back, about halfway between her shoulders and her waist. As it's naturally wavy, she leaves it down most of the time, but the occasional braid will be seen from her. Her chocolate brown eyes swirl with tints of silver and flecks of gold, occasionally flashing sea-green when her emotions spike, or simply to show off. She's got a lot of ink, with tattoos that cover parts of her skin in black ink; she has one on her left wrist of angel wings, another on her right wrist saying "Without music life would be a mistake". Her name is written behind her ear, and a panther on the small of her back. Rose vines wrap around her rib cage, and along her hips.

Her primal form is a completely different story. A black panther capable of feats that no human would ever be able to complete without getting either seriously hurt or killed. Lithe and quiet, she can crawl along the ground at night and not be noticed. Now if she were to ever be found in her primal form, it would seem that she's just as beautiful as she is when she's human. Stunning bright blue orbs will gaze upon those who meet her, transfixing and unnatural. Her pelt of black is sleek and shiny in the moonlight, and she enjoys how she can hide in the shadows. And if you look hard enough, you will notice that the midnight black of her pelt is actually just a shade lighter than the spots that are darker and similar to a leopards markings.

Personality

She's deceiving and a good ally to have when you get in trouble. One look into those chocolate eyes will have you nearly transfixed into believing anything she's got to say, although it's just a fluke, not an ability. A sly smile can give away nearly too much, the fact that she's really a monster hiding behind a mask, and she would be almost honored to take the life of anyone who figures it out. Answer her questions, accept her alibis and you will be safe from her dangerous threat. Many would deem her the kind of girl who got crazy and risky. Her dream job is to be a dancer at Lion's Den, and that explains much of her personality.

History

She didn’t turn out like anyone expected.

Her parents were both dark haired, with bright blue eyes. They were simple and overprotective, basic parents, wearing bright colors. Yet she was the polar opposite of them. A cascade of white blonde hair, and light brown eyes to match, she wore a lot of black and leather. She took risks and didn’t care about getting into trouble, because it all ended up well in the end. Her devious smile and an innocent alibi was always on hand when she ended up in a predicament, somehow managing to escape situations where she was supposed to end up suspended from school or about to be taken to jail. She always managed to worm her way out of situations.

After she turned eighteen, she left everything she knew behind. She wanted to start fresh, to get a sense of life on her own without anyone to depend on or anyone to slow her down. She grew more and more devious, learning how to manipulate situations and men alike. She continued to travel alone, until she found herself in the lands of Endless. Now, she’s hoping to get into FUR and get a job, maybe fall in love and make a family. But hey, who knows? She’s very unpredictable, after all.

Roleplay Sample

(From Age of the Wolves/Lead Warrior Faith)

There wasn't anything that should've made her feel bad, but in her sleep, guilt crawled through her dreams. She pictured Locke, and how she tricked him as a joke by saying that she twisted her paw—before she took off and beat him in the race—and how he still said he would've helped her, no matter what. And then how she just left him... it was cruel. She wasn't usually like that, but she felt a need to leave, even though every part of her wanted to stay with Locke and finish out their day. So she laid inside her den, guilty dreams playing in her mind, yet pieces of the dream were purely bliss when she saw Locke, grinning or speaking with his incredibly kind voice.

But then someone, or something, nudged her shoulder. She groaned and tried to roll away from the stranger, but then she heard Locke. She immediately lifted her head and looked at him, with guilty eyes. "Locke... you didn't do anything... I shouldn't have left you like that." She slowly got to her paws and walked closer to him, continuing to listen to his kind tone. It shocked her, how nice he was being even though she left him, for no good reason... She would've pressed her nose into his chest and closed her amber hues. She nodded at his request to go to Shipwreck Cove again, without opening her eyes. She pulled away briefly to look at him with a confused expression, before she caught sight of the hare at the entrance of her den, along with the two flowers. She laughed once, before she looked up into Locke's eyes. "Locke..." she said in protest. "You didn't have to do that..." Her heart fluttered, and she rubbed the side of her face on his shoulder in appreciation. "Thank you though... the flowers are absolutely beautiful."

She moved away to go and grab the hare, so that she could split it with him. She carefully grabbed the flowers along with the meal, so she could enjoy them for the time being. She came back to him, brushing her pelt alongside his and sat down next to him. She placed the meal down with the flowers and she smiled at how pretty they were. She looked up at him again, hoping he had forgiven her. "These are Forget Me Not flowers, right?" she asked. "I was never good with herbs... that was Rose on that part. But, I had beaten her with everything else..." she smirked, joking with him. She felt tempted to lean into his side, but she held herself back. She wanted to see how he was going to react first.

Out Of Character Information