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Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
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4:10 am
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[ YOUR INFO ]
Name: Lily.
Age: 26
E-mail: lady.captain44@gmail.com
Y!IM: lady_emma_frost
Timezone: EST.
[ CHARACTER INFO ]
Birth Name: Emma Grace Frost
Nicknames: Don’t you dare try.
Codename: White Queen.
Age: 27.
Gender: Female.
Ethnicity: American of English descent.
Mutant Abilities: Transmorph capable of morphing between an indestructible organic diamond body or a regular human body with telepathic abilities, enabling her to read and project thoughts, plant illusions in the minds of others, and release her astral form
Affiliation: X-Men, on occasion. Herself, more often.
[ APPEARANCE ]
Height: 5’10
Weight: 147
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Defining Traits:
Clothing Styles/Colors: White. Revealing.
[ PERSONALITY ]
General Likes: Herself. The finer things. Discipline. Romance.
General Dislikes: Children. Whining. Annoyances. Disorder.
Skills Mastered: Sarcasm. Holier-than-Thou attitude. Some hand-to-hand combat. Seduction.
Astrological Sign: Scorpio Snake.
Sexual Orientation: Open to the right opportunity.
[ ETC ]
Brief Personal History: A full biography can be found here.
PB: Scarlett Johansson
Role Play Sample: From another game, ages ago:
Morning should be against the law.
It was as simple as that. No one should be forced to rise before noon, much less shine. But that was exactly what was expected when one was the new headmistress of the world famous Xavier Institute. Emma was expected to be in her office by nine am, to deal with everything that had happened the night before and everything that was scheduled to happen that day. And that didn’t even begin to deal with the classes she’d have to teach. Life was so much easier when she was simply the White Queen. But no, she had to become an X-Man, had to become ‘good’. Bah. It was hardly worth it, sometimes. Of course, in the end it was, but at this hour she couldn’t help but miss the leisurely days of the Hellfire Club.
Since she wouldn’t dare walk out of her bedroom without being less than perfectly quaffed she had to wake up even earlier than most. But just because she was stunningly beautiful at this hour didn’t mean she had to be awake and it certainly didn’t mean she had to be friendly. It would be less than an hour before the day’s problems were laid at her feet, so she had to force herself to put on her perfectly styled smile, the one she had perfected to hide every other emotion she had ever felt.
Coffee. That would help.
She made her way down to the kitchen, absently nodding to anyone else as unlucky as she was to be awake just after sunrise. Coffee. Yes, that was a very good idea. And it was one of the few things she could successfully cook herself. Her eyes still at half-mast, she measured out her own specially made blend of significantly strong beans and set the maker to perk. She dropped down onto the stool at the kitchen nook and laid her head on her arms. Just five more minutes.
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