JORDAN, emery kale[wip]

[EMERY KALE JORDAN]

Name: Emery Kale Jordan
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
class: med risk
Birthday: May 4th
Face Claim: Hannie Dropkick
Height, and weight: 5'4
Personallity:

Illness:

Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome; Due to the events of her past.
Multiple Personalities; Probably the strangest case doctor's will come upon, she seems to become possessed by one of the seven deadly sins during an episode or a time of extreme emotion.

Illness:

Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome; Due to the events of her past.
Multiple Personalities; Probably the strangest case doctor's will come upon, she seems to become possessed by one of the seven deadly sins during an episode or a time of extreme emotion.

Family:

Felice Isobel Jordan - thirty-eight, birth mother, doesn't know her occupation.
Andra Nicole Dudek - forty-three, last foster mother.

Gerard --- --- - Age unknown, birth father.
Logan Nathaniel Dudek - forty-five, last foster father.

History:

Born and raised, for the most part, in France Emery experienced something no ten-year-old should even know of. Her mother gave birth to her at the age of nineteen, that one night practically sealing Emery's fate. Her mother was never compassionate or responsible to begin with, so why would having a mistaken pregnancy change any of that? It wouldn't. Her parents weren't forgiving either; if she was ready for sex she was ready for the consequences. Oh, she wasn't ready, though, and her parent's would probably regret for the rest of their lives letting their daughter take the child on her own.

Emery Kale Jordan, wavy, pale blond hair, cat like hazel, and naturally extremely tiny for a little girl of five-years-old. The first five years weren't too exciting, they lived pay check to pay check and half the time Emery didn't even eat. Her mother wasn't abusive or cruel, she simply didn't pay attention to the child if she didn't need to. It wasn't until she turned five that any of that changed. Her grandmother moved in with them, her grandfather already having passed away of a heart attack and his widowed wife not wanting to live alone. Rather than sending the child off to school, her grandmother simply home schooled her. And that's the way their life went. Her mother was hardly ever around, Emery was hardly ever fed, her grandmother taught her daily, and that was that.

All of that changed drastically, though, shortly after her tenth birthday. It took that long, ten whole years of Emery growing attached to her mother despite how neglectful for her to figure out the exact way to get rid of her daughter. Dispose of her without having to deal with all the legal crap. Her daughter would simply be a thing of the past for the rest of her life, finally off her hands. The perfect way... sex trafficking.

They were always willing to have new girls and were literally shocked to hear this woman was willingly giving away her daughter. They had no hearts, though, they weren't going to feel disgusted or bad about the situation, they were ecstatic. A girl without all the work of kidnapping one and covering up the tracks. This adorable little girl was free.

It was supposed to be a trip into town, and naturally Emery was enthused. That would be close to her third time into town and she honestly could not wait. They loaded up in the car and set off, her nearly bouncing in her seat the whole way there. But, as time dragged on she started to get confused. Where were they going? It'd been over a few hours in the car and when the car finally pulled to a stop they were outside of town, off on a dirt road. As soon as she started asking questions, though, her mother silently turned the key in the ignition, the engine dying to make the silence even stranger. Stepping out of the car, she pulled open the back door and yanked her daughter out, dragging her across the road between the space towards the car awaiting them just up the road. Emery knew something was off, she started to pull and ask questions, but nothing worked. That moment was embedded into her mind. It stretched on and on in her nightmares, taunting her to get free, get away, change her life. She was too weak, though, and the moment was over just like that.

The tinted window on the front door slid down and a man leaned out, tapped the side of the car hard and the back door slammed open. The movement was so fast she didn't even have time to think, she was torn from the soft, yet uncomforting hands of her mother that she clung to into the harsh, rough hands of a man. The next few years were horrible; pain, violation, aggression, drugs, alcohol, and horror.

Sadly, Emery had to learn the game and she learned it well. She grew competitive knowing that's the only way she'd survive. Every day consisted of her obeying every demand, completely drugged up to really even think otherwise. She was sly, though, manipulative without even trying. She worked her way up, still getting violated daily and drugged up at all times, but she got fed more and treated better and stayed in nicer hotels. Oddly, the sex trafficking world was just like a normal democracy. You had to simply climb the ranks to get the nicer things.

Shortly after her fifteenth birthday something had gone horribly wrong. At that point in her life she'd lost all hope at escaping, she figured she'd die with that lifestyle before she turned twenty-five. They'd made a wrong move, though, somebody left something behind and a few phone calls were traced and that night at the hotel seemed to go by so slow at the time, but now if she tried to recall it she simply couldn't. It was a blur of bullets, yelling, her getting grabbed several times, getting shot in her left shoulder, then leaving on a stretcher.

As expected, Emerywouldn't talk at the hospital and immediately after they'd fixed her up and got what information out of her they could they shipped her off to America for protection. The next year was hell for her. She was different, messed up, addicted, and paranoid. Being pushed back into society so suddenly, she clung to the first scene she could get herself into, which was the party scene. The drugs and alcohol felt at home in her body and with these new freedoms she explored them happily. She acquired the style she had from everyone she was around and drowned out everything with drugs, alcohol, and oddly enough sex. Subconsciously she wanted people to want her, and sex was an easy way to make herself feel that way.

As time passed and Emery got slightly bored with the lifestyle she was leading and in turn, turned to books. The one thing that peeked her interest beyond belief was the seven deadly sins. Emery already had an addictive personality to begin with so it didn't take long for Emery to become obsessed with the concept of them. After a horrible acid trip, her having been in a slightly frustrated mood to begin with, Emery kind of snapped. Everything sort of hit her suddenly and Emery started to have episodes. Her personality would switch violently, always something embodying a deadly sin; wrath, gluttony, sloth, lust, vanity, greed, envy.

People finally started to realize that something was insanely off with her, that she needed serious help, and her foster home talked to the adoption agency and after a long process and some tests it was decided that Emery Jordan was going to an asylum.

Likes&Dislikes:

/likes/
Any sort of fix she can get her hands on,
Adrenaline rushes and thrills,
Being scared half to death,
The seven deadly sins,
When things are just chill,
Anything different or out of the ordinary,
Ghosts and paranormal things,
When it's warm enough to walk around half naked,
Being young,
Drinking and doing funny stuff, like stupid drinking games and truth or dare,
Laughing,
Kissing or any other form of affectionate touching,
Feeling wanted,
Glow-in-the-dark anything,
Late nights and waking up even later,
Dancing all night,
Long hair, piercings, and tattoos on guys,
Music.

/dislikes.
When she has to be overly serious,
Stupid drama,
When she gets caught doing anything,
The subject of her past,
When people attempt to pity her,
People who fish for pity,
People who try too hard or don't try enough,
Any responsibility,
Getting pissed off,
Thinking about her past,
The idea of going back to France,
Cold weather,
The idea of growing up and dealing with life,
Reality.

Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Hayley
Experience:

Three years, around there.

Roleplay sample:

Hayley