Name: Emilina Rochett
Nicknames: Most of her friends call her Emie
Age: 19, but 20 in a few weeks
Talent: Singing and she does a bit of piano music on the side, but she's never been all that wonderful at it.
Likes:
- Singing
- Pleasing people
- Going to the park "On sunny days only though- snowy or rainy days are dreary there"
- Warm strawberry tea and blueberry muffins
- Staying asleep late
- The colors black and white
Dislikes:
- Pushy people
- Being in a hurry
- Second-guessing herself, though she does it often
- Yelling
- Things not going the way she plans them
- The color red
- Fish, though not sushi or shellfish
Personality: At first glance, Emilina can be a bit... reserved. She doesn't like to talk to people, though when she does she is a fairly good conversationalist. She's just not the kind of person who actively goes out and searches for the spotlight, though she isn't adverse to being in it. She can be bold and daring if she wants to be, but doesn't ever show those qualities off like some people. Rather, she does her best to survive, earn her keep, and be all around hard-working. But 'Work Hard, Play Harder' as they say, and she loves to have fun as well. She's never been to a club, but she loves going to the cinema or to the park if she has the time. If her schedule allows it that is, because she has to be on schedule or she begins to panic. Her parent's always told her time was money, and money was the root of everything- status, good friends, good food, and even happiness. She realizes the last part isn't true, but that doesn't mean the root of the problem is diluted any. Time wasted is time in the trash, and she strives to never throw away her time unless she feels she deserves it, really truly does. That's probably why she loves Saturdays so much- it's her scheduled 'no schedule' day (plus she only has to go into work during the dinner rush) and she can do anything she likes with it- hang out in times square, play in the park, see the sights she's seen millions of times but they are never bland-- until work from 5-8, but that is a small part of her day and one she enjoys because Saturday also happens to be 'bring kids out to eat day' and there is nothing more fun for Emie than singing Disney classics and being able to see bright, happy faces in the diner.
History: Emilina was born in the center of the push and shove of everyday life, NYC. Her father was a pretty-well off business man who worked on wall street (maybe he was a stock broker or something else, Emie never asked) and her mother was a newswoman, the anchor of a local station. They were both pretty okay financially, and so in turn Emilina was too. What set her apart from her parents, her parent's friends, and her parent's friend's children, however, was her eyes. No, they were not some strange unearthly color or deformed or anything, but she always stared at people, analyzing them and conveying all her emotions with just one look. That, or maybe it was her voice. Emie never liked to sing all that much, but her mother put her into lessons the second the first note came out of her. People at school, especially in her choir class, told her her voice was wonderful and better than many of the stars on the radio. She only half-way believed in them, because she figured they were just being nice. That's what parents and friends were supposed to do, after all.
As the years went by, Emilina blossomed into someone people in her area knew. Not by her name, of course, but if someone said "The singer on the corner" people had a face that went with the title, and that face was always Emie's. It had become a habit of hers to sit out on sunny days in a park, which happened to be situated on the corner of her street. She didn't do it for money (though people did sometimes give her coins), but because her first vocal instructor had told her to practice every day and it had simply become a habit, a thing she had to do. It was a part of her scheduled day, and any one of her friends could tell you, she was a woman with a plan for everything, and a time of day to complete those plans.
One day, not exactly the longest of times ago, only a year and a half, someone came up to her and handed her a folder for Redford Academy. After going home to her mom (as she was 18 at the time and still looking into the perfect college) and showing her, her mom and dad urged her to apply and she did, quickly. After that, it was a long wait, so long that Emie took up a job as a waitress at the iconic Stardust Dinner and began to sing there to earn money for musical lessons (she wanted to be a independent) and got her own quaint, small apartment on the outskirts of a nice area. When she got the invite to the tryouts, she was astounded. Now, all that's left to do is wait.
