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EDIT: Added the OFFICIAL image, as well as some information I'd forgotten about. Please read on for more info!

(The stars don't indicate the only things I've changed, they indicate VERY VERY VERY important notes)

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My contestant for
Sadly, there's a major case of WALL OF TEXT But you'll just have to deal with it now won't you? >D

(Download for FULL Full View. It's pretty large though.)

Name: Emerald (Em or Emmy for short)
Age: 17
Height: 5’5” at the scalp (+2” for ears)
Build: Thin, with strong legs
Species: Feline

Weapons: two daggers, sheathed on her thighs. Also has retractable claws, though they’re not very long. Will use her teeth as a last resort- people don’t tend to taste very good.
Pocket contents: silver locket, roll of bandages (the weird pink-thing |D;;; )

Likes: Lin, her anonymous friend, books, fruits and vegetables, salmon, swimming.
Dislikes: Bullies, fire, being left out of the loop.

Strengths:
~For all intents and purposes, she is a cat that walks on two legs and has a human-shaped nose. Her senses, movements, and quirks are all very catlike. This means that she can jump VERY high simply by coiling her muscles, and even higher/farther if taking a running start, can see well in the dark, has heightened senses of smell and hearing, and can hear a can opener from a mile away.
~Due to her small size and build, she can fit into rather tight spaces. Doesn’t mean she likes doing it, though.
~She’s pretty flexible- think college varsity gymnast (not Vegas contortionist)
~Fast runner- again, think college varsity and not Olympics
~Most people find her too cute to hurt. I mean c’mon, look at those big ol’ ears and bright eyes! Don’tcha just wanna hug her?
~Complete immunity to poisons. Food poisoning will make her sick, but she won’t die from it.
~She has (or rather, HAD) nine lives. She is now on her fourth. If she dies, her body will slowly recover itself to the point where her wounds are no longer fatal. If she has lost a limb before dying, but it was NOT a fatal injury, that limb will regenerate the next time she revives.
~She has the potential to use magic, but doesn't know any spells. In a panic, she might put up a temporary shield... If the thought crosses her mind at all.

Weaknesses:
~EXTREMELY pyrophobic. Past trauma causes her to go into a state of paralysis if she looks into a medium-sized fire (such as a campfire or a fireplace). She will snap out of it after several minutes, but is left very distressed and scared. Small fires, such as matches or candles, make her nervous (she will usually just look away though, since they‘re easy to avoid).
~Not very strong, or brave for that matter. She has spent most of her life in the care of loved ones who protected her with their lives, but now that she’s alone she doesn’t know what to do…
~Gullible to a point. She believes that people have good intentions in mind, but can identify otherwise if they brandish a weapon (or touch her inappropriately, whatever the case may be)
~Clumsy when not paying attention. Prone to walking into things, from trees to fire hydrants, even the occasional glass door.
~Her small size makes it easy to throw her long distances. Be careful that she doesn’t use that distance to get a running start…
~Prone to fits of tears. This can be a strength if used correctly, or an annoyance if around the wrong sort of person.
~She’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol. One sip of something strong will get her tipsy, two sips gets her slurring and stumbling.
~She CANNOT revive from being burned to ashes. She CAN revive from decapitation, but only if her head is held in place next to her neck. Being sent to the bottom of a lake with cement shoes will repeatedly kill and revive her until she runs out of lives- an unpleasant fate for anyone.

In combat:
~Tries to avoid combat if at all possible, but will fight with her daggers if needed
~Refuses to take lives and will do anything in her power to help someone who is dying
~Uses her agility to her advantage. I.e. she jumps around… A LOT. Think pinball, with the opponent’s head or back as a flipper.
~If she feels she absolutely cannot win, she will run and hide or put herself out of reach (say, by hanging from a chandelier if the person has no ranged weapon or by swimming into deep water where a non-swimmer can‘t get out to her)

Personality: Shy but friendly, easily startled, curious, and somewhat cowardly (she will stand up to her fears, though… if she has to, and with the right motivation). Besides the common tongue, she speaks a lost language that she usually uses to talk to herself (shown in <> for the benefit of the readers). Emerald is the sort of person who doesn’t really stand out, save for occasionally spacing out and walking into inanimate objects. She doesn’t understand certain things about the world, and will very bluntly ask you to explain a word or phrase if needed. She’ll only swear when extremely angry- for example, if someone were to beat the snot out of her and then threaten her family/friends. She will gladly take hits if it means protecting the ones she loves. Oftentimes, she knows or notices a LOT more than she’ll let on.

Background: (I’m going to summarize as best I can, leaving only the important parts)
Emerald’s earliest memory is when she woke up one day in a hospital bed at a very young age, with no memory of anything. No name, no age, nothing- just a silver locket with an inscription that translated to “LITTLE EMERALD“. After months of healing, she was adopted by a pair of human scientists who took her to live with them in a normal city. She was raised as if she were their own, home schooled in the ways of the human world. Her chronic nightmares of a large fire and being stabbed in the chest caused them to worry, but there was nothing that they could do. On her first day of public high school, she encountered a strange young woman, a vampire named Lindsi, who eventually became her first friend.
As the days went on, she started getting notes in her locker- in the language that she thought only she knew! One of the notes told her where to find the writer, but only if she came alone. And thus she met a young man whom she vaguely recognized from the nightmares as being her savior. He refused to tell her his name, insisting that she must remember it for herself. So every day after school over the course of several months, the two met so that he could teach her to defend herself- occasionally dropping hints to her past without ever revealing anything. One day, however, he frantically told her that he had to leave, probably forever. Before disappearing, he told her her given name, Emerald Cassandra Rae, and that she was fourteen years old. Heartbroken, she spent the night crying at Lindsi’s apartment. When she tried to call her foster parents, they didn’t answer. Lindsi’s clanmates came home from feeding, carrying the brooch her foster mother always wore! Just her luck, they had killed the only family she had left. She was DEVASTATED, but did not blame Lindsi.
Shortly thereafter, the pair set off to find their own way, just the two of them. Emerald swore to learn the truth about her forgotten past, starting with the anonymous boy, and Lindsi swore to protect her from any more harm.
Three years later, they’re still searching for the young man (now twenty-one) when Emerald sees his shadow out of the corner of her eye. Or at least, what she THINKS is his shadow…

Description
EDIT: Added the OFFICIAL image, as well as some information I'd forgotten about. Please read on for more info!

(The stars don't indicate the only things I've changed, they indicate VERY VERY VERY important notes)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My contestant for
Sadly, there's a major case of WALL OF TEXT But you'll just have to deal with it now won't you? >D

(Download for FULL Full View. It's pretty large though.)

Name: Emerald (Em or Emmy for short)
Age: 17
Height: 5’5” at the scalp (+2” for ears)
Build: Thin, with strong legs
Species: Feline

Weapons: two daggers, sheathed on her thighs. Also has retractable claws, though they’re not very long. Will use her teeth as a last resort- people don’t tend to taste very good.
Pocket contents: silver locket, roll of bandages (the weird pink-thing |D;;; )

Likes: Lin, her anonymous friend, books, fruits and vegetables, salmon, swimming.
Dislikes: Bullies, fire, being left out of the loop.

Strengths:
~For all intents and purposes, she is a cat that walks on two legs and has a human-shaped nose. Her senses, movements, and quirks are all very catlike. This means that she can jump VERY high simply by coiling her muscles, and even higher/farther if taking a running start, can see well in the dark, has heightened senses of smell and hearing, and can hear a can opener from a mile away.
~Due to her small size and build, she can fit into rather tight spaces. Doesn’t mean she likes doing it, though.
~She’s pretty flexible- think college varsity gymnast (not Vegas contortionist)
~Fast runner- again, think college varsity and not Olympics
~Most people find her too cute to hurt. I mean c’mon, look at those big ol’ ears and bright eyes! Don’tcha just wanna hug her?
~Complete immunity to poisons. Food poisoning will make her sick, but she won’t die from it.
~She has (or rather, HAD) nine lives. She is now on her fourth. If she dies, her body will slowly recover itself to the point where her wounds are no longer fatal. If she has lost a limb before dying, but it was NOT a fatal injury, that limb will regenerate the next time she revives.
~She has the potential to use magic, but doesn't know any spells. In a panic, she might put up a temporary shield... If the thought crosses her mind at all.

Weaknesses:
~EXTREMELY pyrophobic. Past trauma causes her to go into a state of paralysis if she looks into a medium-sized fire (such as a campfire or a fireplace). She will snap out of it after several minutes, but is left very distressed and scared. Small fires, such as matches or candles, make her nervous (she will usually just look away though, since they‘re easy to avoid).
~Not very strong, or brave for that matter. She has spent most of her life in the care of loved ones who protected her with their lives, but now that she’s alone she doesn’t know what to do…
~Gullible to a point. She believes that people have good intentions in mind, but can identify otherwise if they brandish a weapon (or touch her inappropriately, whatever the case may be)
~Clumsy when not paying attention. Prone to walking into things, from trees to fire hydrants, even the occasional glass door.
~Her small size makes it easy to throw her long distances. Be careful that she doesn’t use that distance to get a running start…
~Prone to fits of tears. This can be a strength if used correctly, or an annoyance if around the wrong sort of person.
~She’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol. One sip of something strong will get her tipsy, two sips gets her slurring and stumbling.
~She CANNOT revive from being burned to ashes. She CAN revive from decapitation, but only if her head is held in place next to her neck. Being sent to the bottom of a lake with cement shoes will repeatedly kill and revive her until she runs out of lives- an unpleasant fate for anyone.

In combat:
~Tries to avoid combat if at all possible, but will fight with her daggers if needed
~Refuses to take lives and will do anything in her power to help someone who is dying
~Uses her agility to her advantage. I.e. she jumps around… A LOT. Think pinball, with the opponent’s head or back as a flipper.
~If she feels she absolutely cannot win, she will run and hide or put herself out of reach (say, by hanging from a chandelier if the person has no ranged weapon or by swimming into deep water where a non-swimmer can‘t get out to her)

Personality: Shy but friendly, easily startled, curious, and somewhat cowardly (she will stand up to her fears, though… if she has to, and with the right motivation). Besides the common tongue, she speaks a lost language that she usually uses to talk to herself (shown in <> for the benefit of the readers). Emerald is the sort of person who doesn’t really stand out, save for occasionally spacing out and walking into inanimate objects. She doesn’t understand certain things about the world, and will very bluntly ask you to explain a word or phrase if needed. She’ll only swear when extremely angry- for example, if someone were to beat the snot out of her and then threaten her family/friends. She will gladly take hits if it means protecting the ones she loves. Oftentimes, she knows or notices a LOT more than she’ll let on.

Background: (I’m going to summarize as best I can, leaving only the important parts)
Emerald’s earliest memory is when she woke up one day in a hospital bed at a very young age, with no memory of anything. No name, no age, nothing- just a silver locket with an inscription that translated to “LITTLE EMERALD“. After months of healing, she was adopted by a pair of human scientists who took her to live with them in a normal city. She was raised as if she were their own, home schooled in the ways of the human world. Her chronic nightmares of a large fire and being stabbed in the chest caused them to worry, but there was nothing that they could do. On her first day of public high school, she encountered a strange young woman, a vampire named Lindsi, who eventually became her first friend.
As the days went on, she started getting notes in her locker- in the language that she thought only she knew! One of the notes told her where to find the writer, but only if she came alone. And thus she met a young man whom she vaguely recognized from the nightmares as being her savior. He refused to tell her his name, insisting that she must remember it for herself. So every day after school over the course of several months, the two met so that he could teach her to defend herself- occasionally dropping hints to her past without ever revealing anything. One day, however, he frantically told her that he had to leave, probably forever. Before disappearing, he told her her given name, Emerald Cassandra Rae, and that she was fourteen years old. Heartbroken, she spent the night crying at Lindsi’s apartment. When she tried to call her foster parents, they didn’t answer. Lindsi’s clanmates came home from feeding, carrying the brooch her foster mother always wore! Just her luck, they had killed the only family she had left. She was DEVASTATED, but did not blame Lindsi.
Shortly thereafter, the pair set off to find their own way, just the two of them. Emerald swore to learn the truth about her forgotten past, starting with the anonymous boy, and Lindsi swore to protect her from any more harm.
Three years later, they’re still searching for the young man (now twenty-one) when Emerald sees his shadow out of the corner of her eye. Or at least, what she THINKS is his shadow…