Profession (Singer) (**) Asset Skills: Crafts, Expression, Socialize Free Specialty: Singing - Networking (*): Musicians, Club Owners - Continuing Education: Socialize
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Name: Emily Addams Age: 26 Height: 5' 2" Weight: 119 lbs Description: Often sporting ironic t-shirts (that ironically reflect little on who she actually is) and torn jeans, Emily often dresses herself down before going out to a club or bar. Her hair is in almost constant flux as she changes everything about it from the style, to the length, to the color sometimes going into neons when the mood strikes her. She may appear cute to some, but Emily refuses to entrap herself into the media's portrayal of beauty and is more than willing to go out of her way to sabotage her own appearance if she begins to receive too many compliments on any one look. Personality: Emily has always been at the center of the social scene and has grown to love every minute of it. Her aggrandized appearances at local bars and clubs throughout Seattle has made her all but a household name to anybody that even occasionally frequents those circles. Emily has developed something of an addiction to the party atmosphere of the night scene. Outside of her appearances, Emily works hard with various interest groups to bring down what she and her friends believe to be "the man". This persona is well known to the public and incorporated into her music. History: Emily's obsession with music started early in life. Her parents pushed her into piano lessons at a young age and while she seemed to have a natural talent she quickly grew bored with the classical training and petitioned her parents for her first bass guitar by the age of thirteen. Through middle school and much of high school, Emily was an outcast mostly due to the simple fact that she didn't care what others thought about her. Not one to conform to what the pretty girls thought popular Emily lived mostly in her own rule set. Choosing to dress and act the way she felt best expressed her own quirky self. She never really took her studies all that seriously, choosing instead to focus her time on crafting the music she loved. She hopped from one garage band to the next during her adolescence, but was finding it difficult to be taken seriously in her small town. Emily knew what she had to do and at her very first opportunity she dropped out of high school and moved towards Seattle. She struggled in the city at first, but Emily knew she had talent and it didn't take her long at all to gain recognition. Her latest band evolution has taken the name 'Human Degeneration Update', deals primary in alternative indie rock and has already developed quite a reputation amongst the Seattle underground selling out clubs and theaters all across the city. All the credit for the band's success is placed primarily on Emily as the band's lead vocals and bass guitarist. Even at that, it was difficult to say how many of her fans were there for her music and how many were there to show support for some of the quasi-terroristic plots Emily helped launch against the local mayor after he sought to pass legislation against violent video games being sold within the city's limits. First Contact: Emily first made contact during a protest rally against one of the state's senators who began to champion the cause of censoring music he deemed crude or obscene. Now Emily's music may or may not have fell into what the senator deemed unacceptable, but it hardly mattered as Emily didn't feel right living in a country where the government had any right to tell her what was and wasn't acceptable in her life. Emily was quick to scrounge up a movement against the bill, leaning on all the contacts she had in the music business as well as her own fanbase. The rally was likely to be a resounding success. Still, Emily was always looking for that extra push that would illuminate her group's struggle for the media. For Emily knew full-well that to get anything to change the fourth branch of government needed to be on your side. Perhaps that is why Emily was a bit too quick to accept help from a seedy group of individuals who called themselves The Group. The Forsaken weren't comletely strange to Emily. She had heard of them before. Like Emily they were political revolutionists. They preformed stunts to undermine the authority of the law. Emily had her reservations about letting them in on the planning of her rally. After all, The Group had a reputation of being radicals. It was only after several reassurances that they didn't plan to hurt anyone that Emily had accepted their help with the condition that she would have final say as to what they would do. Still there was a general creepiness about The Group that never quite dissipated from Emily, even after she was given word that they had managed to secure an appearance by the senator himself at the rally. Emily was ecstatic. This would finally be a chance for the senator to see exactly what the people want. Maybe he would listen to reason. Or maybe he wouldn't... for that event Emily already had a plan in mind to utilize The Group. The senator always showed up to these appearances in a pristine red chevy corvette. Just a taste of the things a senator can give himself access to from the gross amount of taxes collected from his populace. Emily already pictured what the car would look like as it soared through the air on it's route 50 feet below the bay's surface. The old bridge would be a perfect staging ground. And the perfect message to send to their fair senator about what happens when you try to mess with the people's music. Emily wasn't very sure how to contact The Group with her idea. They left her no means of doing so. So when she got an invite to meet them in an old rundown nightclub called 'The Cellar', Emily had agreed. Emily knew the street the club was located on quite well. It was the downtown area and at this time of night it would be packed with people. The cellar, though, had been closed since last winter. When Emily arrived, a man stood to greet her and quickly escorted her down the dark dusty steps of the club as music from the other nearby clubs continued to beat in against the ground they descended into. The whole place was spooky. Emily was used to fighting through a solid wall of people to move about rooms like the one she was in, but without the crowd it felt cold and dead. Emily did her best to shake off the feeling, instead trying to focus on the music that still trickled in aorund them. It was a bit haunting to hear it in this environment, but it still proved to be a source of comfort. She wanted only to finish this meeting as quickly as possible. The group made a few reintroductions before letting Emily in on the reason for their summon. She was led to the cramped backstage area of the club where Emily had to quickly close her eyes due to the sudden change in illuminecence. At first it seemed like a giant illuminated lightbulb sat in the center of the room. Her eyes struggled against the radiance of light emmited, but after taking a moment to focus her vision Emily was confronted with the truth of the matter. It wasn't a lightbulb. It was a prison. A prison for whatever horrific beast The Group were holding captive. A beast that seemed to be made of pure electricity but still so uncannily human-like. If it wasn't for the two beefy men blocking her path backward, Emily would have likely ran for it. Instead she was forced to listen to The Group as they went on in a seemingly boastful way to explain their intent to use this creature at the upcoming rally. They had turned the creature into some kind of weapon and all the while it wreathed and coiled within its glass confines. Emily wanted nothing to do with this. It was a far cry from the innocent stunt she wished to pull. She didn't want to see anyone subjected to that abomination. She felt trapped. Emily concentrated on the music all around her as it grew louder. They were really getting into the swing of things up above. Emily wished she could escape to them. The light from the creature seemed to be growing more intense and to Emily it even seemed to be growing in size. Emily had no idea whether this was normal or not but the others seemed not to notice as they continued to explain to her their plan. They wanted only to scare the senator. Not really hurt him. Show him that they were a group not to be trifled with. Emily looked at the creature again. It was even more violent now than when she first laid eyes on it. She watched it snarl up against the glass as it darted all around it's enclosure. Emily had a hard time figuring that the beast could be used for anything other than to kill and even worse that The Group really didn't know what they were dealing with. The ground below her shook. The bass was really pumping. The Group seemed to sense Emily's uneasiness with their plans. Emily felt herself being surrounded and a man put his large hand on her shoulder as another restrained her arms. She let out a scream, but the music was so loud she knew no one could hear her. A hum began to fill the room and everything seemed so white for a moment. The man in front of her, turned his head just as a shattering of glass was heard. Emily feinted to the sound of screams not her own. When Emily awoke, everything was dark. She could feel the ground still moving with the music against her cheek. Either she was out for only a few moments or maybe for days. She tried to stand up. She felt so drained and things were hazy. It took her a few moments to remember where she was. Emily couldn't really see, but her insecent coughing queued her into the fact that the room was completely filled with smoke. Emily wobbeled towards the exit in the dark relying on her own memory of the club to find the doors. There was no sign of the beast or any member of The Group. For all she knew they laid unconscious around her. Emily wanted only to escape. She stumbled out upon the poorly lit street. Even the streetlight was out, but the lights of the nearby clubs were enough for Emily to get some grounding on herself. She was covered in a layer of grey dirt. She did her best to wipe some of it off when the realization hit her. It wasn't dirt. It was ash. A shutter ran through Emily. She felt that she had found The Group. She was wearing them. Music continued to pour in from all angles. Emily knew that the beast was still out in the world somewhere. The whole experience left Emily hollow and aching. In all her years, she had never experienced anything so terrifying. All her life she had imagined such creatures to exist only in children's fantasies. For several months, Emily refused to speak of her encounter of the beast with anyone, knowing full well that her fantastical story would be met only with disbelief. The rally went on without intervention from anyone and the following week the senator dropped his campaign due to lack of support. In a great show of self-determination and willpower Emily continued on with her life as she had before, acting as if her night with The Group had never happened. However, in the back of her mind she knew the truth. Creatures of the night did exist. She began to take self-defense classes to protect herself. Making up a story about being mugged to justify her newfound concern with her safety. Few questioned it. Emily was still just a young woman in a big city and her fame no doubt attracted all sorts of sickos and creepers towards her. She would do well to learn how best to protect herself. All the while, Emily scoured the underground waiting to hear a rumor about another who had an experience similar to her own or who had ever heard of The Group.
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