Post by Emily Clark on Nov 21, 2014 2:31:14 GMT -5
Full Name: Emily Rosanna Clark
Nickname/Alias: Em
Age/Date Of Birth: 06 - 28 - 1969
Race: Human
Occupation: Best Selling Novelist | Reporter
Species Group: Civilian
Play-By: Sarah Paulson
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Pink
❤ Reading/Writing
❤ Solving Mysteries
❤ Coca Cola Gummies
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Coconut
✗ Vulgar Music
✗ Alcohol/Tobacco
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Ice - When she was a teen she slipped on ice and broke her leg and ever since then she has a bit of a phobia to walking on ice.
☬ Tornados - She's paranoid whenever the weather gets out of hand and when there's a chance to be a tornado... She kind of freaks out.
☬ Popping Tubes - You know those tubes of biscuits or cinnamon rolls? How they pop? She knows they won't hurt her but she has to hold them far away from her body and hit them on a counter or whatever to pop them.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Be A Loving Mother And Wife
Personality:
Emily is a typical sweet, caring, housewife who stays at home to take care of the house. To put simply, Emily lives by three things. The most important things to her life.
God: Emily is a christian woman. She attends church every Sunday and attends women's retreats, special presentations, and church picnics. She prays regularly, for safety of the people she loves or for help with matters that are out of her hands. She knows the bible well and she can be a bit over baring at times if she gets going. She doesn't like to condemn people but she has her beliefs which... Are more than just 'beliefs' to her. She believes that her beliefs are truth. That the bible is God's word and she tries her best to abide but it's commandments. She knows that no one is perfect so she tries not to judge but she is human too, and judgment can sometimes come from the best of us.
Family: She would do anything for her husband and children. She is very nurturing and loving, she will always make sure they have food in their stomach and if they seem to be in distress she tries her best to help them with whatever seems to be bothering them... Even if that is just a caring heart to heart chat.
Henry is the love of her life and she would move mountains to be with him. He came at a time that she wasn't really looking for love but he was there. He was her knight in shining armor. He was her escape of everything she had dealt with.
Bethany is her first born and her only girl. She's overly protective of both her kids but very protective of her little girl. She's very strict when it comes to love interests for her, tending to really give the guy she likes a run down to see if she approves or not. All she wants is for Beth to be happy but she also doesn't want Beth to get with someone who isn't supportive. Someone who doesn't have anything going for them, she would like to know her daughter will be with a man who has a job or an idea and ambition.
Jason is her baby boy, the second born and youngest in the family. She is protective over him just as she is with Beth, however she is a little more lenient with him. Due to the fact that he was the baby of the family she tends to try and shelter him from a lot of the cold realities of the world.... It has made her poor son a bit naive but she doesn't realize that.
Work: Her job is very important to her. She writes books but she is also a reporter for her local news station. She could of had a bigger job, something on CNN or such but she took a less known job and decided to get the scoops with her own investigative type series on her new channel. Investigative Reports with Emily Clark.
There is another side to Emily, a piece of her well hidden and kept within deep down. She is a fighter; a survivor. Emily doesn't give up when it comes to survival. The middle aged woman knows a lot about a lot and that includes how to fight for her life or shoot a gun.
Traits
✧ Nurturing
✧ Survivor
✧ Empathetic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Over Bearing
✦ Over Protective
✦ Workaholic
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Parents: Peter Wilson (Father/Deceased) and Elizabeth Wilson (Mother/Deceased)
Siblings: Jared Wilson (Brother), Diana Short (Sister)
Other Family: Bethany Clark (Daughter), Jason (Son), Henry Clark (Husband)
Important Others: Scott Jacobs (Ex-Boyfriend|Baby Daddy)
History:
Emily was born to a lovely married couple, their third child. She was only eight years old when she lost her father. He was a construction worker, he built huge buildings and whatever else... One day he had to do something quickly but he wanted to get home for dinner so his wife wouldn't be mad and didn't put on his harness... In the rush of the moment he fell to his death. The whole family was crippled by this loss and it started the money troubles they would deal with in the years to come. Elizabeth began to work in a shop that built car parts and managed to provide the children with the basic needs, food, clothing, a roof over their head... But she always made sure they had the best. She made sure to get them want they wanted, even though she could be a bit... Strict at times.
It was when Emily was eighteen, soon after graduation that she had met a man named Scott. The two started to date and she lost her virginity to him... not only that but she also became pregnant with her first baby which she named Bethany. Her baby girl was born at the start of 1988 and she instantly fell in love. However soon after Beth was born Scott went off to be in the army and Emily decided she would focus on her career. She had a simple column writing in a local newspaper. The stories she wrote however were never big enough for her, they weren't ground breaking. This is when her obsession with the Florida Strangler began. The story to take her to the next level.
The Florida Strangler was a serial killer who abducted women, kept them captive as he raped and beat them. When he finally had his fill he would strangle the women and dump their bodies in a river. This was Emily's big break. She had to solve this murder or at least get an inside scoop... That's when her investigative skills kicked into overdrive. She began to research everything, piecing together everything from little clues to the big in your face things. To say the least Emily got herself in a bit of a pickle and ended up getting caught by the serial killer... He took her and put her in his cellar where he began to do the things that he did to the other's. Oh, but Emily would not just give up and die. She learned how to play with her captive's head, toying with their minds by pissing him off. She managed to get free, she fought with her kidnapper. Struggling to survive but she was able to knock him unconscious as she escaped the clutches of death. As she went to leave... Leave the house of this lunatic... She had a realization, that he would get away. That he would leave and go on to hurt more innocent girls so she called the police. As she waited for them he woke up however...
Emily locked the basement door but he was strong, he broke through. She tried to fight him off but he overpowered her easily and that's when it happened. In the kitchen. She grabbed one of the kitchen knives and struck him right in the heart as he ran at her. After this she was all over the news stations, national news as being the survivor of the Florida Strangler... She was praised for being so strong, for making it through all she did.
Through this all she met a man by the name of Henry Clark, who was the lead investigator for the case of the Florida Strangler. When Scott came back from over seas he spoke of demons... And he was just... He seemed crazy. Emily couldn't do it, she was afraid. She was terrified. After being abducted by a mad man, she couldn't stick by Scott in his time of need... She couldn't help him and so she took her daughter and ran. Afraid he would hurt them like that man who hurt her not too long ago.
Her relationship with Henry continued however after the case closed and she asked for his assistance in writing a book about everything she went through while held captive... He agreed and the two grew close until Henry popped the big question. It was so early... They barely knew each other and she had just left Scott not too long ago but she yes and the two got married quickly. Many thought they were going too fast but they didn't care, they were in love. Nothing could stop them. They were each other's soul mates and no one would understand but themselves. Before they knew it they were gifted with a beautiful baby boy which they gave the name of Jason.
Soon after the book was finished and published and quickly became a best seller in and out of America. A movie was made about the killings and about her being held captive. She wrote many books after, none being as successful as the first however. She also became a face of television as a newscaster until getting her own segment on a local television series called: Investigative Reports with Emily Clark.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I think I made this site... Didn't I?... Right?... Wait, who am I?....
Experience: I feel like it's quite a bit.
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
I (Emily Clark) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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