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[b]【 NAME 】[/b]
Emiliya "Emily" Elembayaev

[b]【 AGE 】[/b]
21

[b]【 GENDER 】[/b]
Female

[b]【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】[/b]
Homosexual

[b]【 OCCUPATION 】[/b]
Student, Forensic Science, Business

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[b]【 PERSONALITY 】[/b]

[center] [color=00a651]Ambitious,[/color][color=ed1c24] Volatile,[/color] [color=00a651]Confident, [/color][color=ed1c24]Egotistical,[/color] [color=00a651]Attentive,[/color] [color=ed1c24]Obsessive.[/color] [/center]

Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.

This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.

Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her. 

Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it. 

This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student. 

[b]【 SKILLS 】[/b]

. First Aid, Human Anatomy
. Investigation and Perception
. Lying and Detecting Lies
. Charisma
. Creative Fiction

[b]【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】[/b]
	
	A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.

	Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.

[b]【 BIOGRAPHY 】[/b]

	Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.

	She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder. 

	As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.

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