Contact information: (AIM/MSN/etc) (aim) mousefrst
Player LJ: http://becka_mouse.livejournal.com
Name: Emelia Harper
Occupation: Art School Student
Strengths/Weaknesses: Emelia has the ability to control electricity. Her ability ranges from small static sparks to high energy almost lethal bursts. Its difficult for her to control. She has it controlled enough where she lets off the occasional static spark or small shock if someone touches her. This ability also allows her some mild magnetic control over small pieces of metal. Using this side of her ability weakens her and water cancels out her ability temporarily.
Family/Friends: Her parents, Carl and Melissa, live the happy retired life in Tampa, Florida and her younger brother Thackary (18) attends college in Parkersburg, West Virginia.
What motivates him/her? She just wants to survive life and get by unnoticed. With things how they are for her and people like her, life is difficult and sometimes it makes her want to give up but she knows she shouldn't and keeps pressing on.
Sample/Introduction Post (3rd person perfect; 200 words minimum):
Emelia was trying hard not to giggle in class but considering the situation, it was incredibly difficult. There was a very naked man sitting on the small stage before her, posed in such a ridiculous fashion. He had been told to lie on the stage as though he were sleeping but, with his head propped up and his hand on his hip, Emelia wondered exactly how the Naked Man slept.
With a sigh, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to contain her laughter, she pulled a charcoal pencil out of the bag on her hip and began to sketch the gentleman before her. As she sketched, her concentration was completely on her drawing, trying her best to capture the Naked Mans form on her large sketch pad.
Her instructor made his rounds and as he did, he complimented some students and gave advice to others. He stopped behind Emelia, watching her add fine details to the Naked Mans image.
"Very good, Miss Harper," he said. out of the corner of her eye, Emelia saw his hand raise, an attempt to pat her on her shoulder. She stepped forward just in time and the teacher missed. With a mildly confused smile, he continued his journey around the class.
She had paused in her drawing, watching the instructor warily for a moment. With a soft, relieved sigh, she continued.
That was a close one.