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Post by Emma Jameson on Jan 30, 2015 21:28:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Emma Nicole Jameson Nickname/Alias: Emms, Em Age/Date Of Birth: 26 (October 5th, 1989) Race: Human Occupation: Nurse Species Group: 2nd Generation Deva Play-By: Miranda Kerr
Inorganic Duplication - The power to duplicate any non-biological object.
Hands-On Energy Healing - Emma can channel healing energy into a patient and effect positive results. Emma refers to this as positive thinking, or mind over matter. She doesn't have the ability to actually physically heal a person's injuries, but rather to project a positive, soothing energy that can trigger the body's natural stimuli to heal itself and generally feel better.
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ fashion ❤ good people, hunters in particular ❤ crafts (Pinterest is her best friend)
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ rudeness or bad manners ✗ difficult patients ✗ evil ✗ cooking (she CAN cook... she'd just rather not)
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Harm coming to her son, of course ☬ Someone discovering her 'ability' and forcing her to use it for evil or bad deeds
Goals (At Least 1): ★ To help her son grow up to be a good man and to help make the world a better place for him to do so.
Personality: Even though Emma is very much aware of the supernatural world, she is happy staying on the sidelines and being part of the 'hunter support team', as she likes to call it. She is not of the opinion that all supernatural creatures are evil, even though she realizes that some types are more inclined to be so, particularly demons. Any other creature with a heart and soul she feels can be rehabilitated even if they have done wrong in the past, as long as they have a genuine desire to do so.
Emma is a nurturing sort of person but some might find her a little overbearing. She isn't shy about giving her opinion, particularly if she thinks it is for someone's own good. She sometimes has a 'momma knows best' sort of attitude. She can be stubborn and persistent, especially with a patient she has treated. When she offers advice, especially about personal care, she expects it to be followed.
She has a very strong respect and liking for hunters, or anyone who plays the role of a hero such as police officers, firefighters, soldiers, etc. She knows that these people are out there fighting to make the world a safer place to live in... a better world for her son.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ Open-minded ✧ Good bedside manner ✧ Helpful ✧ Confident
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ Stubborn ✦ Over-protective ✦ She's a sucker for puppy dog eyes or sweet words
Parents: Greg and Melinda Jameson Siblings: none Other Family: Her son Tyler, age 3 Important Others: Alex Warren (Tyler's father) History:
Emma's ability to duplicate objects first manifested when she was in the first grade and she found herself with an over-abundance of pencils among her school supplies. Every time she would retrieve one from her pencil pouch, she'd unknowingly produce a copy instead, and after a while she found it strange when she could no longer fit her pencil back into the over-stuffed pouch. At the time, it was very much a mystery, and she didn't realize that she was actually making physical copies until, at age 7, she was allowed a snack of three cookies, but as she ate them while her eyes were glued to her favorite cartoon, she lost track of how many she had put into her mouth until her belly felt full. Her Momma had come in and started scolding her and poor Emma looked down to find that what should have been a plate full of crumbs had somehow become a small mountain of Oreos. The poor girl was not only sent to bed early with a terrible stomach ache that night, but she also had all of her Barbies and My Little Ponies taken away for a week.
After graduating high school Emma went on to pursue a career in nursing. Not only did she love people and very much enjoyed caring for the patients, she found that she had a knack for doing so. There were many patients who requested her by name. She first became aware of the supernatural about five years ago during her time as a nursing intern when an unconscious man named Alex Warren was brought in for surgery after a hunting accident had resulted in him being stabbed in the abdomen. Though he was saved by the surgeons, it was Emma who spent the most time with him during his post-surgical care. It was Alex who made her aware of the supernatural world, and he was so impressed with her that he not only stayed in contact with her, he also passed the word along to other hunters about his positive experience with her and her ability to be discreet about the supernatural. As time went on, more and more hunters started showing up on her doorstep, after working hours. Emma started making duplicates of different first aid and medical supplies and smuggling them out of the hospital so that she could use them at home. Alex had made it clear that most hunters didn't really like to frequent hospitals.
Alex visited Emma on quite a few occasions... basically, whenever he could manage to get into town. They developed a deep fondness for one another and although they never fell into a committed romantic relationship, there was more than one night spent together during these trips, one of which resulted in Emma becoming pregnant with her son Tyler. For the first couple of years of Tyler's life, Alex was very much present... if not in person, in phone calls, letters, texts or e-mails. But one day, all communication stopped. Emma refuses to believe that he would just abandon his son and was eventually forced to come to terms with the fact that he was most likely dead. She still keeps Alex in her fondest memories and intends on raising Tyler to know just how much of a hero his Daddy was.
So sometime mid-summer she had started looking for employment, anxious to have a little bit of time out of the house doing what she loved. Unfortunately Sioux Falls only had one elementary school and the only vacancy they had in their staff was to teach the fifth grade. Ten and eleven-year-olds weren't the age group that she was used to but she had the skills and even found herself a bit excited at the prospect of a new challenge that didn't involve something grotesque and supernatural.
Throughout the day things seemed fine... perfect really... maybe even too perfect. The students were all extremely well-behaved. In fact, some of them sat straight in their desks and watched her the entire day without moving a muscle, except when she would call on them to answer questions. And even then, they didn't crack even a hint of a smile. In fact, there had been no expression in their faces nor in the tones of their voices. Creepy? Yeah, you could say that.
Annali was beyond ready for the end of the day when it came. She tidied up the room as the children were dismissed via car, bus, or to walk home from school. Her back was turned to the class as she cleaned off her chalkboard, and she let out a sigh of relief as she heard what she was sure were the last footsteps out of the room until she turned around, startled to find those six stoic children sitting patiently in their seats, their eyes locked on her as though waiting for her to perform some sort of trick. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she slid into the chair behind her desk and asked them about their transportation home. Apparently these children were waiting for their parents to pick them up and claimed they would be called to the front office when they arrived.
At first Annali didn't feel any sort of threat. She suggested they all read quietly or start on their homework while they waited, and then she pulled out a paperback novel herself and opened it on her desk, reading quietly. But something just felt strange, and after about ten minutes of pure silence she looked up from her book to see that none of them had moved... that they were still watching her. She bit her lip, her stomach turning a little uneasily. It wasn't as though these children were misbehaving but the way they were watching her was making her extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get away from their prying eyes, if only for a few minutes.
Annali opened one of her desk drawers and gathered a few papers with a bit of writing on them and stood, smoothing down her long, flowing crimson silk skirt. She flashed the creepy students a nervous smile and started making her way towards the door. "I'll be right back. I just need to go make some copies," she told them, hoping her unease didn't show in her voice. But as soon as she approached the door and reached for the doorknob, one of the students was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Miss MacPherson," Jeff warned her. He was a tall boy, with shaggy blonde hair that looked like he had cut it himself and piercing dark eyes that bore right into her.
She stepped back, her blue eyes widening. "Excuse me? Move out of the way please," she frowned, reaching for the door again. This time she pulled the door open just slightly only for Jeff to slam it shut again.
"I said that isn't a good idea," he said with a low growl. Annali shuddered at the look in his eyes and looked around, swallowing a lump in her throat when she noticed the other five children were out of their seats and were slowly making their way toward her like zombies in an old horror film.
"This isn't funny. Back to your seats everyone," she ordered, trying to sound stern as she backed slowly away from the approaching children. She wasn't surprised that they didn't do as they were told but as she looked around, she realized she had nowhere to go. Sure there were plenty of objects around her that she could use to defend herself but Annali was sure she could never bring herself to strike a child, even in self defense.
The six zombie-like children continued to move toward her, backing her slowly into a corner of the room, and she whimpered as she slid her hand into the pocket of the cardigan she wore, quickly hitting up Dean on speed dial and then shouting for the children to get away from her. She didn't dare bring the phone out of her pocket but she knew that if Dean would answer and could hear that something was wrong... he would come to her rescue. He always did...
I Emma Jameson have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)