Post by emily kate welsh on Jun 2, 2011 22:06:26 GMT -5
EMILY KATE WELSH
Try a little harder…you’ve got to measure up and make me prouder.
| B A S I C S |
Name Emily Kate Welsh
Nicknames Emma, Em
PB Shailene Woodley
Age Just turned 18
Sex Female
Year Freshman
Major/Concentration Dance Performance
Occupation N/A
Location Coventry, RI| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
The first thing people say about Emily when they meet her is that she is “really quiet”. She is more of an observer than a participant in social situations, and she is very shy. She is a perfectionist and very critical of herself, and she does not take compliments well; she finds them uncomfortable and unsettling. Emily is a bit emotional and cries easily. Her feelings are often bruised unintentionally and she will not speak up and say her feelings are hurt when she is insulted.
Emily wants to be a principal dancer in a major dance company once she graduates. She does not know if she wants to be a ballerina or jazz dancer or what exactly she wants to focus on, but she believes that will not matter once she begins auditioning for companies. The best way to get Emily talking is to bring up dance; her face lights up and she chatters away a mile a minute. Most of her free time is spent practicing or listening to music that she one day wants to dance to. In other words, dance is her life and soul.
When it comes to interacting with others, Emily is a loyal friend. She grows close to a select few people not because she is picky, but because she is so shy. Once she trusts a person, she becomes quite the chatterbox and tries to offer advice whenever asked. She tries to be honest while sparing feelings, but of course this does not always pan out. Emily has never had a boyfriend, and aside from the boys she has danced with and her family, she has never really spoken to one. Males tend to frighten her and she becomes quite speechless and jumpy around them.
Emily is a bit of a prude and she can be pretty naive. She has never really had experience with homosexuals, save for the random gay male in a dance audition. She is a virgin and in unnerved by any talk about sex. She grew up around people who had the same political, religious, and social views as her family. Because she has had no experience with people who are overly different from her, she has no formed opinion of them. That being said, she tends to believe what others tell her about issues she has no knowledge of.
Strengths:Responsible. Emily is extremely responsible for her age. She makes sure she knows and follows the rules, and she always tries to be prepared for anything that would come her way.
Discreet. Emily knows how to keep her mouth shut, period. From a very young age she was taught that great care must be taken to keep things quiet, and she lives up to that expectation as much as possible.
Loyal. Emily is loyal to her friends, almost to a fault. She can always be counted on to support and defend someone, and this can get her in trouble when they do not exactly deserve it.
Weaknesses: Anxious. Emily is extremely anxious. She always has the worst-case scenario in the back of her mind and this tends to drive her decisions, making her overly cautious.
People-pleaser. Emily hates confrontation and will bend over backwards to keep someone from being cross with her. She also has a tendency to run from or avoid issues.
Perfectionist. Emily is never satisfied with her performance or work. She has a hard time believing she is doing everything she needs to be to succeed, and will always push herself further to make her work perfect.
Indecisive. Emily is indecisive and tends to rely on her friends and others around her to make decisions rather than making them on her own. She tries to discern her own wants and needs amongst the advice, but she tends to rely too much on other people to decide for her.
| H I S T O R Y |
Edward and Victoria Welsh met at the country club their parents were a part of in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Their parents decided the two would be a good match, and four years later they were married. Edward began his graduate work in law at Yale University, while Victoria chose some part-time work in hospitals, utilizing her nursing degree. Five years later Edward graduated and moved his household to Rhode Island to take a stab at politics. He ran in his first election as city council member, and won by a landslide. He was in his second term as mayor of Warwick, RI by the time the couple’s first child, William, was born.
Seven years after William, Emily was born, and the two siblings became very close despite their large age difference. Edward was a representative in the United States House of Representatives by the time of his daughter’s arrival, and the family had settled in the small town of Coventry, Rhode Island. Emily and William attended prestigious private schools in Warwick, half an hour away from Coventry. Both children excelled in school, and were seen as the all-American children…much to the delight of their father, who firmly believed his family’s image boosted his political image.
When William was twelve years old and Emily five, Edward was elected into the United States Senate, and the pressure to be perfect mounted. William was a straight A student and captain of both the football and soccer teams. He graduated as valedictorian, and began to fulfill his parents’ dream of becoming a doctor by enrolling in the esteemed Harvard University. Now age twenty-five, William is engaged to the daughter of another New England senator and is in his fourth and final year of medical school at Harvard. He is specializing in internal medicine and will begin his residency at Johns Hopkins.
Emily also kept straight As from kindergarten to twelfth grade. She began dance and gymnastic lessons at age three, and her parents added flute and tennis lessons when she was seven. Although she diligently practiced and perfected all of these, Emily’s heart was taken with dance. She began to pull for more dance classes, and at age twelve became an “elite” dancer at her studio. Much to her parents’ dismay, Emily dropped music lessons and only pursued tennis until her sophomore year of high school before dropping them and focusing solely on dance.
While in her junior year, Emily’s school guidance counselor pointed her towards Meringue Mountain University’s dance program. She decided her goal was to graduate with a degree from the school and began the daunting task of convincing her parents, who believed that girls needed to become nurses or teachers. They chose to believe that this was just a phase and paid no mind, but Emily’s mind was made up. In desperation to win her parents’ approval, Emily began throwing herself into her dancing harder than ever, determined to be the perfect dancer she thought they wanted. She graduated as valedictorian with an audition for the university and, from what she was told by her dance teachers, a pretty good chance of being accepted. Still Edward refused to accept his daughter’s future plans. He insisted that dancing was no future and that Emily had a very, very slim chance of succeeding. However, he agreed to let her audition and pay for the school if, on the off chance, she made it in.
Now Emily is entering her freshman year at Meringue Mountain without her father’s belief in her abilities, without her mother’s support, but with big dreams of finally being a professional dancer—and finally reaching her father’s expectations of perfection.| A P P E A R A N C E |
Emily is on the thinner side, with long legs and a long torso. At 5’5”, she tends to either be several inches taller than her friends or their exact height. She does not have much in the way of curves, and she is fairly flat chested. She walks with the typical dancer “duck walk”, where her feet are almost always turned out. She takes longer, quick strides and keeps a fairly fast pace.
Not much for fashion, Emily is usually in a t-shirt and jeans when not in her dance clothes of a leotard and stretchy capris. She wears almost no makeup at all because she wears so much for performances, and will usually just put on a little lip balm or gloss. She has simple studs in her pierced ears, and always wears a silver chain with a small silver bird charm. Other than the necklace and studs, Emily rarely wears jewelry.
Emily’s straight, long brown hair is rarely ever seen out of a ponytail. She hates the feeling of it on her neck and prefers to have it pulled back and out of her way. She usually has some stray pieces falling in her hazel eyes, as she tries to avoid bobby pins outside of dance if she can. Emily always has at least one hair tie around her wrist, as her thick hair tends to fall out of its ponytail and require a second elastic. When she spends a lot of time out in the sun, her hair becomes lighter and closer to a dirty blonde, and a light dusting of freckles appear across her nose. Thanks to her parents’ English and Welsh heritage, Emily gets sunburned quite easily. She nearly always smells of sunscreen when outside.
| S K I L L S |
Emily stared at the letter in disbelief. True, she thought her audition had gone fairly well, but she had barely entertained the thought that her pointe solo would have been enough to get her accepted to Meringue Mountain. Emily read the sentence again, sure that she had misread it the first three times.
We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance into the dance program…Now sure that her eyes were not playing tricks on her, she took a moment to jump around in silent glee before freezing. Next she had to tell her father. “Crap,” she whispered, looking once more at the letter. She knew this would go over about as well as a C on a report card would—with lots of tears on her part and disappointment on her father’s. Emily took a deep breath and walked to Edward’s study, hesitating when her hand neared the cold bronze doorknob. “Now or never,” she whispered to herself, pushing the heavy door open.
Edward was seated at his large mahogany desk, going through various papers he had to take with him to Capitol Hill the next day. Emily waited patiently for a moment before managing to say softly, “Daddy?”
“Mm,” her father grunted, not even looking up. Emily repeated the word again and Edward’s deep brown eyes finally lifted to his daughter. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding to the paper in her hands. She took a deep breath and tried to steel her nerves as best as possible.
“A letter, Daddy. From Meringue Mountain.” Edward frowned and Emily plowed on. “The arts school, remember? The one Mrs. Merrifield told me about? I auditioned for them in March…I got in, Daddy. I was accepted.” She half hoped that she would misjudge her father’s reaction and he would throw his arms around her, shouting about how proud he was of her and how his baby girl was going to be a prima ballerina.
The look on Edward’s face, however, was impassive, and Emily knew her original assumption was correct. Edward’s disapproval and disappointment momentarily flashed across his countenance before his senator’s smile slipped back into place. “That’s wonderful dear. Now you can turn your attention to nursing school.”
“I don’t want to be a nurse!” Emily blurted, and then tried to regain her composure. She would be eighteen in a month, and she needed to act like an adult. “Daddy, I auditioned for the school because I want to be a student there. I want to enroll. I want to dance. I know you and Mom want me to be a nurse, but that’s not what I want.”
Edward waved his hand dismissively. “Life isn’t about what you want. Nursing will earn you money until you settle down with a stable man and can stay home. And it looks great for you to be involved in the community, you know that.”
“Daddy, stop planning my life for me!”
“The subject is closed, Emily,” Edward said in a hard tone. “You’ll attend nursing school and forget all about this silly little art school.”
Emily’s face suddenly grew warm, and she felt something she had never truly felt before—anger. “Just because Will followed your stupid little plan doesn’t mean I have to as well!” she snapped, clenching her fists. “I’m not your puppet! I’m my own person and I can make my own decisions. And my decision is that I am going to Meringue Mountain and I’m becoming a dancer, and you can’t stop me.”
Edward watched his daughter’s tantrum coolly, arms crossed. He was used to outbursts from angry citizens about policies, and even the occasional irritated senator. He waited for Emily to stop speaking and stood by his desk for a moment, watching her. After a few excruciating minutes of silence, he spoke. “All right, Emily. You may go to this little school and play with your ideas of being a dancer.” Emily’s breath caught with hope in her throat, and Edward continued with his arms crossed. “But know this. When you fail—which you undoubtedly will—you may not come back home expecting to be welcomed with open arms. You will have to find your own way out. Given the luxury of life you have become accustomed to, I would say your only chance of saving your dignity would be to marry an Ivy League graduate and accept your role as a college dropout and housewife.”
Emily stared at her father, shaking with angry tears in her eyes. He had just told her she was going to fail, and he was going to watch her fall without a second thought. All the enthusiasm she originally had about her acceptance was gone. Sure, she was going to MMU and her parents were paying for it. But there was no love, no trust, and no acceptance behind it. She was pursuing her dreams, and she was doing it alone.
“Fine,” she said softly, turning and leaving the office.| P L A Y E R |
Name Krysti
Age 22
Gender Female
How you found us Someone named Greta pulled me, per usual
Who else do you play? No one!
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