N i c k n a m e Lynn; Emma; Em
A g e 19
G e n d e r Female
S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n Straight
D e s c r i p t i o n Standing at 5'5'' and with a gentle hourglass figure, Lynn has the features of a very attractive girl. She has a gentle face with soft, chaste lips and chocolate brown eyes; she has soft, ivory-colored skin. Her light brown hair reaches a little past her waist and is often adorned with a ribbon, which she braids into her hair and then ties in a ribbon. She dresses in modernized vintage clothing decorated with frill and lace. And because she hates heels, she always wears flats.
P e r s o n a l i t y Sweet and kind by nature, Emmalynn is the kind of girl who would be found helping others. Talented in many of the things she does, she's often perfect for doing the task that others need or ask her to do. She has no problem making friends and although her sweetness may seem a bit overwhelming to begin with, it's obvious later on that it's only because she's shy at first and tries to overachieve. However, those develop a long-lasting relationship with her also realize that there's a mysterious aura surrounding the girl. Even if she seems openhearted to everyone, those certain people realize that that's no entirely true. Something else engraved in her personality that they cannot read themselves.
The truth is that Emmalynn has a darker side to her that evolved from a very innocent trait that she just could never shake off: cowardliness. Whenever something presented itself that she was afraid of—be it a frighting person, a horrendous situation, or a displeasing word—she would always find a way out of it. Sometimes, she would just walk away and try not to obtain any more unwanted attention… but when that didn't work out, she began to use people. No one has been able to catch her doing it because of how badly people seem to want her approval. In turn, "suggesting" someone to do something for her—such as making someone stop bothering her, doing a task for her, or comforting her—was never hard to do. Even turning people against one another was easy enough and providing an ending that pleased her was always guaranteed.
H i s t o r y The party she'd been excited about all week ended horribly for everyone attending. It had been a small gathering, just some close friends and two new acquaintances. No alcohol had been served, as it was just tea and coffee, but strange things started to happen nonetheless. It started with a friend leaving for the restroom and never returning; then, it was someone who needed to take a quick nap and then disappearing as well. Since both of them had had some sexual tension to begin with, everyone laughed and considered the high possibility of the two of them finding a room within the large house to keep to themselves. It seemed like it hit the mark after someone else received a message stating that the two of them needed to talk.
Later on, however, someone else vanished after entering the kitchen to make some snacks. Worried after ten minutes of no sign of her, Emmalynn called out to her friend and got no response. And upon entering the kitchen and finding a small trail of blood on the counter, she raced back to the living room to find them all gathered there on the sofas. Limp, but with wide eyes, they all seemed to stare at her. She screamed and a chuckle echoed after her, making her turn around to see someone whom she'd just barely met. He had attended their little gathering and had appeared to be a kind person, but as the torturous night progressed, Lynn found that she had a psychotic stalker in her hands. He was someone who followed her everywhere, blew up her pictures and posted them on his walls, and even lost the last inch of humanity upon witnessing her kissing her crush in the hallway a few days back. So she ran. Even after hearing him yell that they were all still alive and that she could save them all by playing a little game with him, she ran. Out into the darkness and without a single hint of where she went, she ran with her friends' muffled screams still ringing in her ears.
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