Emenaria Levite, District One [Finished]

Emenaria Levite, District One [Finished] Feb 12, 2011 17:17:31 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Feb 12, 2011 17:17:31 GMT -5

Emenaria Levite

She is twelve [12] years old.
She lives in District One [1].
She has one older brother and one younger sister.
She was born in the month of June.

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Emenaria stands about 4'0 tall, which she considers very short for her age. Her legs are the longest part of her body, making her look less like a short twelve year old and more like a tall nine year old. Her limbs are a bit on the plump side, but curve lightly and smoothly into their joints.

Her hair is a long, wild main of chocolate brown and hot pink curls. It falls down to just below her shoulders, and she rarely wears it up. The locks bounce up and down as she walks, highlighting each step. The pink highlights, standing out against the dark brown ringlets that surround them. People often say that Emenaria's hair radiates a happy, eager attitude.

Her eyes are probably the most noticeable feature Emenaria has to offer. They chine bright and clear, the exact same shade of pink at the highlights in her hair. They aren't natural, of course. Her natural color is a gray blue color. Very few have seen Emenaria without her contacts on, though. Her eyelashes are very long, and always black with mascara. Eyeliner makes her eyes constantly pop, and her eyebrows arch above in a nice, smooth curve that highlights a constant look of false interest.

Her nose is long and flat, running down her face and ending abruptedly. Emenaria hates her nose, as it is one of the few things that disrupts her beauty which she is convinced she has. As she puts it, it looks as if someone flattened it when she was a baby, and it never was quite right again.

Her lips are usually a deep shade of pink, plump and perfect, with a hidden smile in one corner. When she smiles, it reveals movie star teeth that some people think are fake. They are too white to possibly be real. Her smile never quite reaches her eyes, and remains a mocking gesture, even when she doesn't mean it.

Emenaria's neck curves elegantly towards her petite shoulders, which quickly slope downward, making her look weak. Perhaps, in a way, she is weak. But the aura that surrounds her makes her appear to have all the strength and confidence in the world, and the grace with which she moves causes envy to strike deep into the hearts of many other school mates.

Her clothes are usually skirts and tops, with a nice casual flow to them. The only jewelry she ever wears is a necklace with a tiny book attatched at the end. The pages have clearly been written in, but no one can ever catch a glimpse of what it actually says. Some people think that it's simply nonsense- more of Emenaria's foolish stories.

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Eminara is confident in every way. The very way she moves gives off a bright glow, like sunshine. Her eyes are constantly shining with a brilliant sureness, and her actions are always preformed with such certainty that no one dares question them.

The poor girl constantly has her head in the clouds, though. She tells fantasy stories to whoever will listen, about the past, or the future. They're always bright, happy stories, but unrealistic. They are so different from the world that people live in. The way she tells them, like they're real, with that mocking smile directed at the listener everytime they disagree with something... She makes adults and people her age uncomfortable without really trying. Children, however, are drawn to Emenaria easily, loving the way she uses words to take them to a place that is better and easier than where they live at the moment. Promises are soon broken, though, and the children learn and grow too fast. Very few experience Emenaria's magical words more than once.

Others call her a bit full of herself, which is true. The young girl is a perfectionist, and can't stand being corrected. Without really realizing it, she makes others feel uncertain about themselves. And she makes them nervous. Consequently, Emenaria has very few friends.

Sometimes, it seems like Emenaria is stuck in her own bright, sunshine world where everything is perfect. Her constant positive outlook on things can be annoying at times, and the way that she seems to beleive in the fantasies she talks about is definately unusual.

Another thing that makes her stand out is her dance. She often likes to dance or do cartwheels or walk on her hands in public, in front of everyone else. She's extremely flexible, able to twist herself around easily. Her grace is absolutely incredible, and her balance is perfect. She is never afraid that she will fall, and often will do dangerous stunts.

In dangerous situations, Emenaria has one instinct. Flee. It is the only time she is ever unsure of herself. When things get tense, something flickers in her eyes. Realization, dread, and oddest of all, anger. And suddenly, in a flash, she is gone, farther and farther away from the situation, her little legs carrying her away surprisingly quickly.

Some people say that when things get dangerous, she finally wakes up from her fantasy world. And she runs because she's afraid that if she stays to long, she won't be able to find her way back.

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It was warm the day that Emenaria was born. She screamed like any other baby, and appeared to be perfectly normal. Her mother and father were so proud, and her older brother, already six years old, poked her in confusion and looked up at his parents with a look of uncertainty. He sensed it. Something wasn't quite right with his little sister.

They all realized it when Emenaria first started to move around on her own. Instead of moving in little jerking movements as she crawled, she was smooth, as if gliding over the floor. Her head didn't bob up and down in concentration, but instead, stayed steady, her eyes focused ahead, on where she was heading, with as much determination as a little baby could have.

When she started walking, they really noticed her grace. True, her first few steps were wobbly, like any other child's. But as she began to get the hang of moving, she started jumping. Leaping. Moving with ease and grace, like a little dancer. She liked to spin, and twirl, and as a tottler, she began to try to walk different ways. She hopped on one foot, rolled around, and whatever else she could think of.

Her creative mind grew as she got older. She began to do cartwheels and handstands. She climbed on whatever she could. Her parents didn't know what to make of her. Their little girl was acting like a freak from a circus. Her older brother, however, thought his little sister was amazing. He helped her practive in all ways possible.

One night, when she was seven, Emenaria was getting a drink of water, when she heard her parents fighting. She heard the words daughter and freak. Emenaria was horrified. Did they really think she was a freak? The fights seemed to grow louder each night, always about her, always about how embarassing she was and odd. It hurt Emenaria. And for a long time, she just sort of shut down her emotions. It hurt too much to feel.

Emenaria's brother was the one who brought her out of her terrible state. He played with her, and constantly told her how amazing she was. He promised her a beautiful future. And slowly, Emenaria began to believe him. And she built up strength and confidence with him. Her brother became more of a parent to her than anyone else had ever been.

Emenaria's parents had their last child, a little girl who was normal. Emenaria continued to grow and learn each day. And she was happy. She began to tell stories, reeling in whoever would listen. Her eyes would shine as she told them.

And to this day, Emenaria lives in her fantasy world, where she is perfect, and her life is one worth living.

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