Post by Emma Ravenhearst on Jun 8, 2012 14:06:01 GMT -5
Emily Ravenhearst
"Love can hold one captive in more ways than one..."
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Player Name: Annie is fine!
Years Roleplaying: About 3-4 on and off, but over the last year, I've been doing it non stop.
Gender: Girl. Woman. Lady. Female.
Contact me: emmaravenhearst@hotmail.com :3
Anything else?: This is for Izzi's Charles! Hai Izzi :3
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Basic Information
Age: She's a ghost, was murdered by Charles Dalimar sometime after May in 1895, when she was about 29
Canon or OC?: She from the Mystery Case Files: Ravenhearst. I've only played the first one, though I know there's a second one. From how I understand it, she doesn't appear much in that one anyway.[/size]
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Appearance
Body type:
She skinny enough, tallish, though she's nothing compared to Charles. A pity. Height may well have helped her...
Eye color:
In life, her eyes were a chocolate brown. In death, they're pretty much just opaque.
Wardrobe:
Because she's a ghost, she really only has one outfit- the wedding dress that Charles killed her in. It's stained with blood from the murder, but the wound only shows if she wants it to.
General Appearance:
I'm going to describe her in life and in death.
Life- She had dark brown eyes, long dark brown hair, and semi-pale skin. She normally kept her hair up in a bun. She was often called a beauty by men, but her mind was such that they dared not court her. Her body was nice, curvy, though she was very skinny towards the end of her life because of the illness.
Death- She's extremely pale, and her opaqueness depends on the amount of energy she has at the time. When she has a lot of energy, she looks almost as if she could be alive, but there is something distinctively deadened about the way she walks and talks and looks. She gains more energy by sleeping (It's the closest ghosts come to sleeping) or doing this interesting energy exchange thing with Charles. She can gain energy from live people as well, but seeing as she's trapped in Ravenhearst Manor for the most part, she can't really do that. She wears the wedding dress and veil that she died in, though she looks more like she did in life than just after the murder. She can shape shift, however, and return to how she looked just after Charles killed her, blood, guts, and all. She doesn't often have a smile on her face, and often looks as though someone just scared the living...dying...something...daylights out of her. She's just a generally sad looking ghost. The only time there is something that gets close to happiness about her is when she reads, or plays the violin. Her beauty is still recognizable, but it is decreased by the infinite agony that seems to hang about her face on almost all occasions.
Played By: Jennifer Connelly
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Personality
In life, she was a happy, independent woman with dreams and plans for her life. She was extremely smart and well educated, and it showed in conversation and in her diary entries. Her passion for life and all that it entitled was unmatched by almost anyone. She enjoyed curling up with a good book, teaching her young pupils and spending hours on end with Charles, who spoiled her rotten with presents and affection. Though she was pretty and intelligent, she didn't attract the attentions of many men, mainly because they were frightened of her wit. She could out think almost any man that approached her. She didn't mean to do it- it simply came naturally to her.
But after her murder, her personality took a drastic turn. The sickness, Charles' madness, and the climax of her grisly murder all took a toll on her mind and, arguably, her sanity. She has grown considerably shyer, partially from the horror of the murder, and partially from Charles' current treatment of her. He keeps her under lock and key, and that sort of treatment has worn on her passion for anything. She is quiet and demure, though she will rise up against Charles every once in a while, and one can see a spark of the woman she once was. The passion has gone from her speech, her actions, he everything. She wanders listlessly around Ravenhearst Manor, where Charles now keeps her prisoner. When she meets strangers, though that isn't very often, she is generally frightened and quiet, especially around men, not because she has a great fear of them (the living can't do much to harm her) but because she fears what Charles will do if he catches her talking to another man.
Dreams and Goals:
In life, she wanted very badly to become a teacher, and was working at a school house in Blackpool. In death, she wants to escape from Ravenhearst, though that is a complicated wish. She does love Charles, but fears what he has become. She wants to stay with him, but does not want the horror he brings to her life. She also wants children which, in her current state, may well be impossible.
Strengths: She is very good with children. She is educated and has a sharp wit, as she did go to college. She is also skilled at the violin, which she learned in her childhood. Her skills aren't anything incredible, though she is good at her. Her real talent for it lies in her uncanny ability to memorize music quickly and play it back almost exactly with minimal work. As of late, however, she hasn't had much of a chance to practice her skills. She fears playing when Charles is around, though why that is is not exactly clear.
Weaknesses:
She has an incredible fear of Charles which cripples her horribly. She cannot cook to save her life. Once she gets an idea of what she wants in her head, she is rather stubborn about letting it go, to the point of it being a fault. Oh, yesh. She's also a ghost. Kind of impairs the whole living and accomplishing her goals thing.
Fears:
Charles Dalimar and Satan,. She hasn't been personally introduced to Satan, but he causes havoc when Charles has angered him and her fear of him reaches a crippling point. She also fears that she may never get out of Ravenhearst, and will be forced to spend the rest of her life as the prisoner of a mad man.
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The Past
She had a father and a mother back in Iowa, though her father grew very ill and died while she was in Blackpool (She didn't know this immediately, as Charles began hiding the letters from home near the end of her life). When she was young, her best friend was a boy named Jack, the son of family friends. She made many female friends white at teaching school, though none were what you would call close.
When she moved to Blackpool, she became good friends with the headmistress of the school she worked at and Charles Dalimar. When she moved into Ravenhearst, she become good friends with her live in maid, Rose.
History:
She was born in Iowa sometime around 1866 to a loving mother and father. She was the only child in the family, so they spoiled her with education and knowledge. She learned to play the violin, as they believed music would be beneficial to any young person's education and development.
As she grew up, she developed a love for books, words and teaching others about the world of literature that she so enjoyed. Her best friend in everything, Jack, seemed to share this love. She met him through her family when she was about 14, as their parents had been friends. The two did not immediately get along- Jack was much more interested in the sciences, in concrete knowledge and facts that he knew to be true. Emma's floaty knowledge frustrated him, as did her seemingly endless answers. She just seemed to know it all, without even trying! Emma, for her part, found his constant prying frustrating. He wasn't able to accept that a woman-a WOMAN- could possibly know much of anything. He constantly felt the need to test her, to prod her further, which she didn't enjoy at all.
The two were cordial, however, and spoke politely to each other when they were forced by their parents, who were quite certain they should marry, to be nice. Their friendship really didn't grow until one night, when they had a full blown fight at a party. Emma screamed at him for also underestimating her abilities in everything and stormed off to her bedroom. For the first time, it occurred to Jack that she was a smart woman. A smart woman with a fiery passion in her eyes- the same sort that he felt. He followed her up to her bedroom, apologized, and the two began really talking for the first time in their lives.
After this incident, they were inseparable. He practically lived at the Ravenhearst house, and their imminent marriage seemed assured. The two were completely mad about one another and nothing seemed able to quell their thrill about the other's company. Emma made a fatal mistake, however. In her excitement, it never occurred to her that Jack had never given her any reason to believe they could be more than friends. His love belonged to the heart of another woman, one Rebecca Burnhert, who lived nearby. The illusion was shattered when she saw the two kissing on her way to his house.
The whole happening shook her deeply and caused her to throw herself further still into her studies, excluding the thought of love and marriage completely from her mind. Her parents were alarmed by her new mind set, as they had also expected her to marry and stay nearby in Iowa, but accepted it. She attended a teacher's college, quite the feat considering she was a woman, and after she had finished her studies, was offered a post at a school in Blackpool, England, where she would board with the head mistress and teach. She therefore moved to Blackpool in 1894 and started a new life there. She missed her family and friends terribly, but loved the work she was doing.
In September of 1894, she was urged by the headmistress to attend a dance that she was holding. Emma was excited about the dance, as she has made few friends other than the headmistress thus far and was eager to become better acquainted with the people who lived in Blackpool. Once she arrived, however, she realized it was quite hard to have any sort of fun at a party where you are acquainted with no one.
Feeling rather left out and thinking of the good books she might be enjoying at home, Emma had just been considering leaving early when he approached. Charles Dalimar. Of course, she knew nothing of what her future would hold with this man. To her eyes he was handsome and charming, and when he asked for a dance, she gladly accepted. The two spent the better part of the night together, and Emma quickly found that she had quite a lot in common with this man. She left that night feeling she might have found a friend after all.
A friend she had indeed found. When she wasn't working at the school, she was undoubtedly sharing Charles' company, reading, taking walks through the countryside, or simply talking. He seemed to be simply mad about her, and she was equally happy to spend her time being courted by him. She never suspected, however, what his intentions for her were. Though she was quite fond of his company, she didn't feel the passion, the fire that she had for Jack. Perhaps it was more due to the fact that she would not allow herself to love another man than any fault of Charles'- She did not even know herself.
One night, after a lovely carriage ride and an equally enjoyable talk, Charles proposed to her. The shock of the question left her stunned and she found herself without a ready answer. Confused and shaken, she told him that she must give the question due thought before answering.
For two weeks, she avoided dealing the inevitable blow to his heart. She knew, had perhaps known from the second that the question was asked, that she could not marry him. Ever since her unrequited love for Jack, she had restricted her life firmly to her career. She couldn't submit herself, as other woman could, to a life with a husband, forever tied and unable to live one's own life. For her, her feelings for Charles didn't even begin to enter the picture. She may have loved him. But that part of her heart was shut off, devoted to other ventures. She couldn't bring herself to love him.
After those two weeks, she called him to her home. She hadn't been well for that time, didn't look well, and even the weather seemed to indicate that all was not as it should be. She should, perhaps, have known that that she was making a fatal mistake, But how could she have known the consequences of her actions? She told him, as graciously as she could, that she could not marry him. Her life was only just beginning, she had a career to attend to...It simply wasn't possible. She did want to remain as close as they had previously been, she told him. She wanted to be his friend.
He didn't take the news well. He seemed to have a difficult two weeks of his own, during which time she hardly saw him at all. She was extremely upset by his seeming abandonment of her and began to question if, perhaps, she hadn't chosen correctly. But, suddenly, things were normal once again. He showed up at her house, as happy as could be, presenting red roses to her, and they were once again close friends.
He told her of land that he had bought, land on which he planned to build a home for himself. Emma was, of course, excited for him. A home would be a lovely thing for him to have! And it promised to be beautiful as well, for he was skilled in architecture and building. A house that he could build a family in...A family. The thought caused Emma pause every time it crossed her mind. He had surely moved on from his infatuation with her. He would find a new woman to court and then...And then he would marry her. The thought settled strangely in her mind and caused her a tinge of sadness. She tried her best to push the feeling away. Why in the world should she be sad? Charles deserved to have a wife who loved him, deserved to be happy! But still, the feeling remained.
The house was indeed built, though the process was fraught with peril. Several of the workers died under rather odd circumstances, but still, Charles pressed onward. At one of the funerals, one for a man who left behind a wife and two children, Charles said something rather chilling to her, "Perhaps I am a cursed man, meant to reside alone within my bedeviled manor." The statement was rather frightening to Emma, as it almost seemed to ring true. Charles didn't seem himself, not at all. He was considerably darker than when she had first met him, and this caused her great worry.
Thoughts of Charles' alarming new personality developments, however, were swept aside by a letter from home, telling her that her father was gravely ill and that she was needed home as soon as possible. Though she loved the work she was doing at the school and enjoyed her new life, Emma couldn't stay away from home with her father's life in danger. She quickly began to make arrangements to return to Iowa.
Charles took the news extremely hard. He had been encouraged by her frequent visits to his home and her enjoyment of the books that he kept there, and may well have come to believe that she might stay with him in the house. He was anger, upset, and told her that his house was being named Ravenhearst Manor, in her honor, wanting her to come live with him. Though she was deeply saddened about leaving her dearest friend, she couldn't ignore the call from home.
Shortly before she was meant to depart for Iowa, Emma contracted a strange illness. It quickly become so severe that she was unable to leave for Iowa at all. Charles offered boarding in his home, which she accepted for lack of anywhere else to go, having ceased work at the school house.
Lodging at his home proved quite pleasant for her. The house was beautiful and exciting, filled with books and rooms to explore. Her illness prevented her from exploring much, but she enjoyed sitting up in bed and reading, when she could. The pleasure of reading, however, was muted by the strangeness of her host. Charles, rather than keeping her company in her sickness, seemed to be expressly keeping away from her, spending long hours in his workshop and seeming rather annoyed when she came in to see him. The whole thing seemed odd to her.
Odd, too, were the books beginning to fill the library that she frequented. Books about sick things such as Satanic rituals, voodoo, and magic. Why in the world would Charles be bringing books such as these to the house?! His absence was becoming more and more commonplace, and even the presence of a new housemaid, Rose, failed to calm her nerves.
Sleep began to elude her, and when she could achieve, frightening dreams of herself in a wedding dress, unable to move plagued her mind so that she did not want to sleep at all. The letters from home had stopped as well, and she hadn't a clue how her father was faring. This caused her even more frayed nerves. The worst came, however, when Rose discovered a wedding dress in an upstairs closet. The same wedding dress that had been featured in Emma's feverish dreams.
She become more and more scared of what might be going on. Her illness was only getting worse, and Charles' strange behavior was doing nothing at all to calm her. Emma discovered that he had fitted nursery in the house, and in the crib were kept the letters from her family. Charles had been preventing her correspondence with them.
It wasn't long before she learned, too, that it was Charles that was making her sick. He had been slipping poison into her food in his desperate attempt to keep her captive! Scared for her life, Emma began to make plans with Rose to escape. This plans, however, would never come to fruition.
Charles learned of their plans to run away and the idea of losing Emma was the final breaking point in his sanity. In a desperation, not willing to let her leave him, he took hold of his ax and ended her life.
Through Satanic rituals, he managed to bind her ghost to Ravenhearst manor. There she remains, unable to leave, held captive by the ghost of a madman.
RP Sample
Emma floated silently and listlessly down the hall that lead from her bedroom, her still heart heavy. What to do...She could read, she supposed, but the enjoyment of books was diminished by the fact that she had read all the books worth reading in he library at least a dozen times. Years in captivity had left her with little else to occupy the stale hours. Charles was the only company she had, and she was not eager to seek him out. His volatile temper was one she did not have the strength for at the moment.
She knew he was watching her. She could feel it, was always able to feel it. He always knew exactly where she was, exactly what she was doing. It was maddening, really, not having even the slightest bit of privacy. Not that there were many secrets between the two now. He knew all about her...Well, almost all...She never had told him about Jack, That, she had thought, was something he need not know.
She was snapped away from her thoughts by a bang, coming from downstairs. She paused, listening. Could it be Charles...? But those were footsteps...She was certain of that, though the sound was one she had not heard in a long while. Loud footsteps, loud breathing...Someone was inside the house. Someone alive.
She knew he was watching her. She could feel it, was always able to feel it. He always knew exactly where she was, exactly what she was doing. It was maddening, really, not having even the slightest bit of privacy. Not that there were many secrets between the two now. He knew all about her...Well, almost all...She never had told him about Jack, That, she had thought, was something he need not know.
She was snapped away from her thoughts by a bang, coming from downstairs. She paused, listening. Could it be Charles...? But those were footsteps...She was certain of that, though the sound was one she had not heard in a long while. Loud footsteps, loud breathing...Someone was inside the house. Someone alive.
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