Name: Emma

Age: 18

Pet: A giant boa constrictor named Andrew. She carrys him around alot.


Weaponry/Equipment: Swords or spears. Either works.

Description:http://media.photobucket.com/image/medieval%20anime/ThousandPainfulMiles/Anime%20Girls/Medieval.jpg?o=5
Emma has very long, straight, black hair that goes almost down to her knees and stands to a height of 5'9. She has red eyes and slightly pale skin. Her outfits vary but usually are black or gray and she doesn't like to wear very many accessories.

Personality: Emma doesn't want to be a princess. She thinks that she should be put higher up than other people because her intelligence, not because it's a birth right. Emma despises people. Maybe it’s because people judge her as a evil person (which she actually considers herself to be) before they get to know her. She doesn’t like princesses and especially not princes. Emma has always loved the darkness. Although no one knows it Emma is acctually very smart and loves poetry. Emma loves the thought of death and wishes that the day she dies will be soon. She also hates bratty selfish people. Emma is very misunderstood by the kingdom and acts like she doesn't care but she truly, deep down; does.

Fears: Sunlight, that she wont die young, rats.

Likes: Bloodshed, darkness,fire and exploisions.

Dislikes: Princes, optimist people, her sisters.

History: Emma has always hated people even since she was little. She never liked her father . The kingdom never seemed to like her either.

Other: Theme song (She sings this song a lot):
There is something inside me
It's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose of the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold
Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding
Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead
Eyes bulging from the sockets
With every swing of my mallet
I smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in
Through the crack
Blood does leak distorted beauty,
Catastrophe steaming slop.
Splattered all over me
Lifeless body, slouching dead
Lecherous abscess.
Where you once had a head
Avoiding the prophecy of
My new found lust
You will never live again,
Soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
Facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half
Crushing, cranial, contents
Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial region
Suffer, and then you die
Torture, pulverized
At one with my sixth sense, I feel free
To kill as I please, No one can stop me
Created to kill, the carnage continues
Violently reshaping human facial tissue
Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now the way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead.