Name:EmilyJohnson, (though has returned to using her maiden name Eccelstone
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Sex: female
Age:24
Relationship Status: Hiding from and abusive husband, single mother
Previous (Or current) Profession:nurse on the terminal ward
Appearance:
Hair: blonde
Eyes:blue
Skin: pale
Weight:Height:5’1
Other: (physical defects/mutations, overall appearance
Scars on her body and two on her face from a number of times when her husband attacked her.
Information:
Personality: The young mother is very gentle and loving and has very much a maternal and nurturing side. However a lot of the time this is not shown as the woman appears to be scared of her own shadow. She is certainly not out going and always looks as if she is watching out for some danger. She does appear a little more confident in the hospital yet the fear lies just beneath the skin. The company of men often make her a little anxious. Emily is a very private person for obvious reasons.
Background: [Three good paragraphs]
Emily was born to a nice and very normal middle class family and though she did not excel at school her grades were above average, she did cheerleading and was relatively popular. All in all though not perfect her life was rather good. The girl was bubbly and once she started dating one of the football team he was on the surface the all American dream boat her popularity grew. Yes that was on the surface, beauty is only skin deep as least on his part.
he was always a little jealous at school of her rather more ‘geeky’ friends especially the males. After her father died of terminal cancer the boy became yet more controlling as there was no male role modal to protect her. It was a gradual process and as her mother was at the time just as she was in a time of mourning. Emily remained at school and cheerleading and in fact gained better grades than expected and was offered a scholarship to a relatively prestigious collage to study medicine. This was not to be.
Nigel Johnson made sure she got knocked up before leaving after he found out he was not going to get the same opportunities, as he had been caught using. The whole matter had been brushed under the carpet but it meant the lad had to be in a less than salubrious line of work as his collage was ruined as well as his football expectations.
Emily was dragged down with him, because she was trapped, he had made sure that she would get pregnant on the night of the prom, Med school then became a
what if. The young mother was trapped along with a small child. However she loved that little girl with all her heart and soul and did her best to protect her from the increasing violence of her husband. Hoping that she would never have to witness what was happening in the small apartment.
Rather quietly Emily started some classes back at school as she was working her way to at least become a nurse, though not quite her potential it was a way out. The beatings were becoming worse as were the threats, also she had more trips to A an E and anyone would count. A Doctor in the end gave her a card for a refuge.
This should in the first instance have been a an escape instead it was a road to the beating of her life. A whiskey bottle had been the weapon. She would not be leaving the house again
too whore her self out… too some doctor those were his words. In his eyes the only way to keep her was to cut her up so no one would look at her…
Thus bleeding and throwing up Emily ran from the house with her daughter, stumbling trough the streets.
Yes Emily had her wounds sewn up at lest the physical ones. A year or so on the woman still lives in fear but is a nurse and trying to study. She works with women in a refuge and with veteran soldiers. Emily still does all she can to aid people. Her first priority is her daughter.
Yes the carer remains but is far more timid than the one that was the girl at the prom. For now Emily hides and makes sure that she and her daughter will not be found
Symptoms: transformation avian SL1
Hobbies and Interests: reading, helping people, knitting sewing and quilting. Much as she would love to return to dancing that is not an option.
OOC Ons and Offs: Well really just ask.
