Name: Emma Crawford
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: A pretty young thing, Emma was blessed with her waist length butter-blonde hair and pale blue, silvermist eyes. Her clothes are always lightweight, tight, and easy to move in, and maybe a little on the sexy side although that's not entirely intentional. A typical outfit for her would be a short black/white skirt or shorts, a red top, and maybe a white/black jacket if it's chilly out. She stands at 5'4 and weighs an average of 128 lbs. She keeps her body fit and lean...and of course well-toned. How else could she tote her babies around?

Public Standing: Task Force Bounty Hunter

History: Emma doesn't have a sob story. She wasn't beaten as a child, her entire family wasn't slaughtered by a gang of criminals, no, Emma had a pretty average childhood. But that was just it: average. She always wanted more. Although not brutally slain or anything of the sort, Emma's parents did die in a car crash when she was ten, leaving her and her one year old sister, Isabel, in the care of her city's orphanage. They were treated like any kids thrown together with a bunch of other lowly ‘street rats:’ low quality gruel as food, strict rules and limitations, and not enough attention to make one actually feel like a person. But, it was a roof over their heads, a place to sleep, and there were one or two kind women who tried to help out here and there. Every day was repetitive and normal.

Emma didn’t want repetitive and normal. She had always had an authority problem—it had even shown in her early years with her parents. She hated being told how to act, where to be, and when to be there, so she rebelled a lot. And then, as soon as she turned 17, she got her ass out of there, with her beloved little sister in tow of course. She made a life for them, barely scraping from job to job, working in a grocery store here, a restaurant there, but she always got fired, mostly due to her problems with authority figures. Finally, when she was about to give up and be forced onto the streets, she got offered a job as a mercenary. She was declared a natural in the field and she loved it. She didn’t have to answer to any direct authority figured, it paid well, and she got to have guns. Ohhh yes, the guns. All kinds of guns. She fell in love with the feeling they gave her, the thrill of pulling the trigger and hitting her target. Especially if it never even knew she was coming.

After a couple of years of downright mercenary work and a tough scrape with a target that not only landed her with a gunshot wound to the arm, but also right into the hands of the police, she decided to give it. Well, decided wasn’t the right word. Forced was more like it. She was given the choice: work for the police as a bounty hunter and bring in criminals, or prison for attempted murder and possession of illegal weaponry. Since prison obviously wasn’t an option, what with her sister being dependent on her and all. So she turned her back against the life of crime and, after being told what it paid, ‘happily’ pledged her life to the badges. And now, with the recent killings in the city, she has been promoted to the Predator Company. Oh well, as long as it pays the bills and she gets to shoot everything, she doesn’t care what the work is.

Personality: Emma, as formerly mentioned, has a serious problem with authority. She hates being told what to do, especially by people close to her age. This causes her to be very short-tempered, as she goes off like a bomb on anybody who tries to give her orders. It’s hard to get close to her, as she possesses a somewhat intimidating aura (the aura of a killer). Also, she doesn’t open up to just anybody, and it’s hard to tell what she’s thinking or feeling, other than when she’s angry. Once you get to know her though, she’s pretty level-headed. She doesn’t like arguments, as she sees them as pointless battles with words that really get you no where. She believes the only way to settle things is by playing ‘who has the biggest gun?’ or a friendly game of Russian Roulette. Speaking of guns, she really likes them and often affectionately refers to them as her babies. She is extremely trigger happy and is never found without some form of one on her person. If you ever get a gun to the face, don’t take it personally. Sometimes that’s just her way of greeting people.

She feels indifferent about Predator Company. It was kind of annoying to her, being thrown into it with people she doesn’t know and without a choice, but the pay was more stable than what she got for bounties. She actually hates cops more than anything (they are the most threatening form of authority, after all) but has to deal with them on a daily basis due to her special situation. She takes it with a grain of salt, though. For her precious babies (what she calls her guns) and for her dear sister. Her sister, Isabel, is her biggest weakness and the only person on Earth that she loves more than her sweet ‘Alice.’ She would do anything for her. Honestly, she has a huge soft spot for children in general (although her sister isn’t exactly a child anymore, but she might as well be in Emma’s mind) and wouldn’t ever take on a job involving anybody under 16.

Items: Cell phone, a card that says she’s a registered bounty hunter and part of Predator Company, at least one gun, mot likely her revolver, ammunition, and a concealed carry permit are all items found on her person every day.

Weapons: Her most legal and most carried weapon is a classic, 45 caliber Smith and Wesson from the early 1900s that she got dirt cheap at an old antiques shop because the guy was stupid and thought it didn’t work. Some say it takes forever to load a revolver, but those people have never seen Emma.

She keeps the rest of her guns either at home or in the fake bottom of the trunk of her crappy old Corolla:

A custom made AK47 that she won off a guy from Brazil in a poker game. This is her most favorite gun, as it was built to shoot pierce almost any metal and has her name and a carnation carved into the woodwork. She cleans it religiously and has nicknamed it Alice Karson so she can speak about it in code like it’s a person. It’s very illegal.

A military issue M-82, 50 Cal sniper.

A classic double barrel shotgun.


Skills/Abilities: Basic melee training, professional long-range and short-range gun training, amazing aim.

Extra stuff: She has perfect eyesight and knows how to cook really well.