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Emma Wallerman

Hedda Moxlee

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a character in “The Neighborhood”, as played by supertoastgirl

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Hedda Moxlee
ImageEthnicity British, French, Irish
Height 5'7
Weight 132 lbs
Hair color Light ash blonde
Eye color Bright blue

Full name Hedda Anne-Marie Moxlee
Nickname Occasionally- Mox
Age 24
Birthdate September 12th
Sex Female
Sexuality Hetrosexual
Cover Freelance writer
Role Agent 4432
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To say that Hedda is intense would be a grand understatement. She has a hyper focus that scholars only dream of. She studies hard, gets answers, and applies her knowledge with flawless accuracy. When she's in the zone there is nothing that can deter her from finishing the job. When with a partner she is often the pusher, and unforgiving leader. Hedda is a natural winner and doer. In bootcamp she was always the first to do, and succeed. \

She is unpleasantly competitive, with streaks of confidence that make people defensive. She is remarkably motivated, taking all of her missions in stride. Her skills are incredible, but the agency continues to give her new partners because she fails to connect with them. Often she is robotic in her movements or responses, as if she is a textbook example of a spy. One surprising skill she possess is the ability to staff undercover so well, but perhaps that comes from her study habits in the academy.

Hedda is a master of hidden feelings and a serious exterior. They often joke that Hedda is some kind of living statue, just as cold and hard browed as the woman sitting the fountain in city square. Hedda learned long ago that success comes from within. With complete confidence, Hedda believes that her happiness will come from being a remarkable spy and nothing more. Her priorities might be skewed, but with a little kneading and care she might be turned around.

A friend is not how Hedda would describe herself. Delving so deep into her work has created the icy ridges along her spin. She mistrusting, easily irritated, and brash. Though her deadpan personality seems daunting to many, Hedda does have some warmth in her. Sometimes a good joke will spill from her lips, or she'll let some kind of excitability escape her. Of course, she believes these bursts of personality and feelings to be detrimental to her job and usually shrugs them off before someone can notice.
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Background
A childhood was something that Hedda never really had. Which, when looking at her now, makes a lot of sense. She was born to heroin addicts, thrown around the foster care system in Los Angeles, then she was spotted by the academy. A bit controversial, the academy was a government program that sponsored promising prepubescent children for different agencies. Hedda, having virtually no worldly connects was a perfect candidate. She had outstanding marks on her school work, despite countless reports of abuse in the homes she tottered between, and she was brilliantly violent. A great combination for the United States Government. A child who could be molded into the ideal spy.

She was adopted at age twelve, six months before she would go to the academy. The government would then get signatures from her new guardians to send her to a finishing school, or a rehab facility because of her past behaviors. Her parents were one of many adoptive parents who eventually closed the academy down. Hedda never really cared to get to know her new family, though she did appreciate their friendly smiles and support. Quite frankly, she didn't trust them. There had been no trustworthy guardians in her life, and why would that change now? However, as time flew by she learned small acts of faith and trusting. Her new mother and father, as well as brother, actually wanted to hear what she had to say and laughed at her jokes. Just as the anxious bulb was about to bloom, Hedda went away to the academy.

At the academy, Hedda was a star. Teachers and students adored her. She was talented, ruthless, and pretty. All the important traits in a young spy. Unfortunately, instead of embracing her new found popularity and making friends, Hedda distanced herself from nearly everyone. Unsure of how to deal with all the questions and compliments, Hedda hid in her work. She got up before dawn to practice, and stayed up until her dorm mates were asleep. The instructors at the academy just figured she was shy, but really she was struggling to cope.

After the academy she went directly into the FBI. She still kept in contact with her family, revealing the true nature of her absence. However, she rarely contacts when now, having been undercover for several years. Hedda is well known in her field, but rarely requested. She is remarkably hard to work with, and has a lot to learn about being sincere, trusting, and honest with a partner. Perhaps she'll never learn.
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ImageIntel
Abilities Hand-to-hand combat • 100% undercover success rate • Small weapons • Hacking • Withstanding torture
Likes Fighting • Winning • Success • Coffee • Leading • Being right • Swimming • Boardgames
Dislikes Weakness • Too much emotion • People who ask too many questions • Dogs • Guns
Passions Hand-to-hand combat • Training others in her expertise • Traveling • Going to the theatre
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Cover name Emma Lee Wallerman
Cover career Freelance writer, focus on weddings and engagements
Cover background Born in Metamora, Ohio. One Sibling. Older brother named Jackson West Cooper. 5 years her senior. Currently lives in Oymyakon, Siberia working on research. Communication is infrequent. Parents deceased. Tragic car accident when Emma was 17. Attended University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, where she met Alan.

So begins...

Emma Wallerman's Story

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Hedda was awake. Her fierce blue eyes blinked in the darkness, staring at the red straight numbers that illuminated in front of her. They read 3:27AM. With another blink, 3:28AM. She sighed, letting out an audible breath of tension. Her eyes wandered for a moment, trying to make out the dark shadows of the room. Across from her was a large window, the thick curtains were drawn, making the room even heavier. A sliver of light shown through from the street lamp, creating a crooked line that stretched from the ceiling across the bed and just barely brushed the floorboards.

Emma. Hedda needed to become Emma in the morning. A gnawing pit flipped in her stomach as Hedda shifted in the bed. Her blue eyes now studied the face in front of her. He had dark hair that was usually well kept, clear olive toned skin, creased smile lines, and mysterious chocolatey eyes. He was handsome, in that suspenders and glasses kind of way, but it was enough for Hedda to make it believable. She had argued for separate beds, but Hedda's handler quickly nipped that argument in the bud. Bonding was vital to the success of the mission.

There was nothing more that Hedda wanted than to be alone. Was it too much to ask for a solo mission? Thinking about this she rolled her eyes. Yes, it probably was. "Play nice." was all her handler could say before sending Hedda to this God forsaken cul de sac. Granted, it had only five days, but she could already tell that this was not going to be some walk in the park.

Hedda rolled over again, facing away from him and closed her eyes.





It was a Saturday. Some civilian in the neighborhood was throwing a welcoming bash for the Wallermans. Emma had met her briefly upon moving boxes into their new home. The woman's name was Georgia. Georgia and Greg Gilbertson. How quaint. Emma stood in the kitchen, staring at a recipe for 'belly stretcher salad,' which really wasn't a salad at all. Whipped cream. Marshmallows. A variety of fruits. Walnuts. Bananas cut up on top. Emma shook her head. Cooking was not her strong suit. She let out a sigh of annoyance. She could kill a man twice her size in under 20 seconds, but ask the girl to follow a recipe and you're screwed.

Emma looked around for a moment, self-conscious that Alan might see her struggling. "Okay." she said to herself. Emma's clean hands reached for the apron with a trendy cacti print on it. She effortlessly tied the ends behind her as peered down. She frowned. After second thought, Emma shrugged her shoulders and tried not to smile.

A knock at the door interrupted Emma scooping out a tub of whipped cream. Instinctually she wiped her hands on the apron, though there wasn't a trace of misplaced food. Emma opened the door to find Georgia. "Well, hello! She said in a chipper tone. "Hon," Georgia started "I just wanted to tell you that I invited nearly everyone on the cul de sac. It's turned into a really neighborhood fling!" Georgia exclaimed with her frail hands thrown up in the air. She was a petite woman, with a subtle twang in her voice. Standing at about 5'2 and plump as a peach, Georgia clearly had the body of a woman with more than three kids.

"Oh," Emma said, thinking about her cover. "That is just the sweetest thing you could have done for me and Alan." Emma looked over her shoulder, with the idea of Alan magically appearing at the right moment. "So," Emma cleared her throat. "Who else is going to be here?" She asked sheepishly. Trying to hide her true intentions, Emma leaned against the door frame with big curious eyes. "Anyone I should... watch out for? You know?" She asked in a hushed voice, bending down slightly to get closer to Georgia. The short woman laughed. "Oh honey, no. All the new folks in this neighborhood are just down right fantastic. The Jacobs, the McKenzies, the Sheffields. Every one of them. Nothing to worry about my dear. My kids run around the neighborhood and I know they're safe. I can see how you might have your guard up though, with wanting a baby and all," Georgia reached her hand out and grazed Emma's empty stomach. Emma awkwardly jutted back before turning the reaction into part of a nervous laugh.

"You can't be too careful," she said. Looking behind her again, then out at the lawn Emma was purposefully distracted. I really must go. There's a only a couple hours, and I was just making up something for the barbecue... and... Well..." Color rose to Emma's pale cheek. Blushing was a skill she was particularly good at. Emma whispered this time, "I'm ovulating. Georgia grinned at Emma before turning around with a wink. "You go and give that boy some fun!"

All Emma could do was mumble some agreement before slamming the door. She stood with her back to the door for a moment. "Alan!" She called in a guttural quality. Emma took off the apron in a rush. It was time to do some research.