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[h1] [color=#5f6eaa]Emma Badeaux[/COLOR][/H1]
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[color=#5f6eaa][indent]"ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 [b]𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜[/b]; 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕤 [b]𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟[/b]. [/indent]
[right][indent][indent]𝕀 [b]𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 [/b]𝕚𝕥."[/indent][/indent][/right][/color]
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[right][color=2E2C2C]—————————[/color][/right][img]https://i.imgur.com/mYRb18P.png[/img][/cell][cell]There was once a young girl that feared the dark.

Born among the neon signs of the wealthy inner districts, she was luckier than most. Her life was not spent [i]entirely [/i]in darkness, Outis' eternal night lit up by a sea of artificial light that surrounded her housing district. Most of the time, the darkness only lurked at the edges of her vision, patient, waiting, a threat only if she looked, and she'd learnt not to. It was only come time to sleep, when the servants pulled the blinds and turned off the lights, wishing her goodnight in lieu of her parents, that the darkness swallowed everything.

And there, in the absence of light, lurked the monsters. In her closet, under her bed, watching her, nibbling at her hands and feet if she dared dangle them outside the safety of her blanket. She wanted to scream, but knew she shouldn't. The supernatural could not hurt her. Her parents had said so the few times she'd seen them; had hired cleaners to that end, and they'd never found anything in her room. Only she did. It was all in her head. She was a good girl, and good girls did not wake people up because of things in their heads.

Then, one day, a stranger found his way into her room. A monster, though she didn't know it at the time, for he was not made of darkness and fear - but of flesh and blood. She didn't know what the stranger had already done, not about the state of her parents, not about this man's grudge for the wealthy. Not about the gun behind his back.

She tried to warn the man of her monsters. She knew they'd attack him. So certain was she, that the world bent to her will, and creatures that defied all logic poured out from the shadows to assail the man the second his foot crossed the threshold. His gun was of no help, for what sort of a bullet could pierce darkness?

There were shouts, and then there was silence. Everyone else in the house was dead. The girl was alone.

Except she wasn't. She never had been, and she never would be. But she [i]had [/i]made a mess, and her parents always told her to clean up after herself. 

Years later, it turned out she was petty good at cleaning.

The girl's name was Emma. [i]Is[/i] Emma, because her story isn't over yet.

She turns 18 this year, and no longer fears the dark. She's looked into its depths, seen all its horrors, and given them names. To this day, they come when she calls.
[/cell][/row][/table][indent][indent][indent][color=#5f6eaa]Armaments:[/color]

[indent]None; petite and untrained in the art of combat on her own, Emma has no skill in wielding any weapon, traditional or otherwise. [/indent]


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[color=#5f6eaa]Abilities:[/color] 

[indent]Emma is able to manifest the creatures she believes live in the shadows to sunder and devour whatever may stand in their way. Their forms are fluid, always shifting with the whims of her imagination and fears, but they resemble animals more often than not. They did originally spawn from a child's mind, after all, back when beasts were scarier than man. Though of late, some have taken a more humanoid shape, and can even outwardly resemble the types of immortals she's fought recently.

The strength of the creatures varies; in pitch black darkness they can be everywhere all at once, their number limited only by Emma's capability to output vitas. Under the blare of intense neon lights, she struggles to bring them forth anywhere except the darkest of corners.[/indent]
[color=#5f6eaa]Other:[/color]

[indent]- Emma has trouble befriending real life animals, as they tend to shy away from her upon approach. 
- She is left handed.
- Always carries around a parasol, which many assume to be a blessed weapon. It's not; it's simply a way to "protect" her from unwanted light.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]