VIGRID, ghost emma

[ghost]

HELLO MY NAME IS GHOST EMMA VIGRID AND I AM FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A SHIFTER AND RANK AS N/A AND I WAS BORN ON SEPTEMBER 15th, 1994 IN californication, USA! MY NATIONALITY IS AMERICAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE ZOE KIMBALL. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM SHY, KIND, AND INNOCENT. A SMARTASS, BUT ONLY IF PROVOKED. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY karma!

CODEWORD: (this is found in the rules. read them and you will find the codeword. you will not be accepted without the codeword)

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

Carys' hands were cemented in her coat pockets, not wanting to expose them to the breeze that swept through seemingly every few seconds. The cold made her fingers feel like they were being hit by sledgehammers, her palms were raw from the grinding against a towel in a fast effort to clean the tables and close up shop so she can get to her life. The tips of her fingers felt like frostbite, and it almost stung as she wrenched open to door to the ice-cream parlor, bolting in as fast as she could. She shivered as a frigid draft shot behind her, crawling along her spine.

Taking a step up to the counter, ignoring any of the people in front of her, she shuffled a few dollars out of her pocket. Looking down on it, she saw a $50 branidhsed in her hand. Fuck, she thought, as she shoved it into her pocket and pulled out a $5 in it's place. A few collective stares of children's eyes looked at her like it was impossible for someone to have anymore than ten dollars on them at a time, and she returned their gaze with a cold-eyed glare. She wasn't popular around this town anyways; why be nice to these fuckers? Her gaze returned to the face of a distressed adolescent, peach fuzz and pimples decorating his pale face. She gave him a half-hearted smile, and his eyes seemed to roll on que. Ignoring this, she asked, "Can I have a rocky road?", to which the boy replied disinterested, " Would that be in a cone or a cup?", he waited, his foot tapping against the marble floor.

Placing a finger to her chin, she pretended to think it over, not because she didn't know, but moreso to piss off the boy and the people behind her. A smile crossed her face as the sighs were sounded, sticking her finger up in the air as if she'd reached some brilliant conclusion. "Cup.", she said simply, the teenager wearing a scowl as he scooped up two scoops roughly, and plopped it in. Sliding five dollars over the counter, she eagerly accepted the ice cream as she strode over to go find a table. Luckily, she wasn't shy, and enjoyed the company of people she hadn't met yet. Even if she doesn't like them, she can poke and prod at them until they don't like her. If she does, well, she has a new friend to add to her few. Her dark browl eyes spied around as she stirred the dessert with her spoon, biting her lip in thought. before she settled on a girl fastly slopping up her food.There was something about her, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.

"You mind if I sit here?", she sat down, not waiting for an answer. Truthfully, she didn't care. It wasn't like she was paying much attention anyways; her eyes were focused on the window, with the dry sidewalk and purple tone it set on the city. She had to admit, it was pretty. As long as she wasn't the one out there. Shaking her head, she slipped a small bit of Rocky Road into her mouth, crunching through the chocolate-covered ntu. It was as if she was eating nostalgia, each bite a reminder of her childhood.

She couldn't help but feel she knew the girl, eyes squinting, as if looking for a certain feature about her to pinpoint, something to help. "Hey, do I know you?", she asked, sounding a bit more rude than she meant to. "I mean, have I seen you around town?" the hunter quizzed, waiting for an answer. There was something odd about the girl, the kind of odd she senses right before she plunged a wooden stake into someone's ribs.

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