EMER, rayel ares

[rayel ares emer]

rayel ares emer
SEVENTEEN. HIGH SCHOOLER. STUBBORN. PLAYFUL. BLUNT. BECKY LOU FILIP

( name ) rayel ares emer
( nicknames ) ares, ray, emer
( gender ) female
( date of birth ) 23rd may
( orientation ) straight
( height ) 5'2"
( weight ) 110lbs
( tatoos ) n/a
( piercings ) earrings
( birthmarks ) n/a

( personality ) maybe i should start out with a bit of a warning, don't get on my bad side. i'm one of those temper mental ones -the kind that you just simply do not mess with. when i'm angry, you'll know it. i'll more than likely scream and shout at you, throw a childlike tantrum, and plot revenge just to spite you. i hold grudges that last for months on end, so forgiving you doesn't really work out for me, i guess. then again it depends on what you did, and what you're asking to be forgiven for. i guess you could say i'm stubborn and therefore, i can be a real pain in the ass to deal with. once i've made my mind up about anything, well... good luck either proving me wrong or talking me out of whatever stupid stunt i'm planning on doing. because chances are, i won't change my mind or my decision. people say that i'm pretty trustworthy , until of course you go behind my back; then, expect for everything you feared to come true. i'm not mean, i just don't put up with other people's bullshit. plain and simple. i've been known to be pretty blunt , i'm not one for beating around the bush. if i have something to say, then you're going to hear what i have to say and i'm going to say it straight, i won't beat around the bush. however, i'm not always quite so blunt. just in some situations, or most if you really want to go there. i've also been told that i'm quite the smartass , so of course you're going to hear my two cents, or so. which also happens to come with unwanted jokes, or comments. some which tend to make no sense at all, at times. and i know right now i guess i sound like a bitch, and i won't tell you that i'm not -just that there's more to me. a lot more. i'm a bit too protective of others that happen to mean everything to me. meaning if you hurt someone close to me... well, you're really six feet under. they come first and foremost, and i would literally probably do just about anything for any of them. and for the record, i'm loyal , but only to those who are loyal to me in return. loyalty for loyalty. that's how it goes, right?

( history ) i was apparently born to valerie and vincent emer, on the twenty third of may, as far as i was told. as it so happens, i grew up right here in maine. right in fairfield. born and raised, and i'm still here to my dismay. at least i'm not alone in my misery, that's all i really have to say -misery does happen to love company, doesn't it? because being alone in your misery would simply suck, and so for my company, i have my older brother, acelin , who is older than me by a year. our family was pretty close knit once apon a time ago. it was like everything was perfect. every night, after dinner, we'd play a couple games. and every saturday night, we'd go out to dinner or to go see a movie -whichever. usually it was like every other saturday we'd go to a movie, and the saturdays in-between we went out to eat. i guess back then i wasn't quite as... bitchy as i am now, nor did i have the temper that follows me around every corner. everything changed though. it changed when acelin and went snooping around one day. i was thirteen, he was fourteen. we were bored. we had the day off. that should explain the snooping around, right? during our exploration of snooping around, we ended up digging through our parent's files when something or rather a couple things fell out of place. leaning over to pick up the fallen papers, i glanced down at them, studying them. a birth certifacte -well, two: one for me, and the other for acelin. the rest of the papers were adoption forms... i glanced down at the names on the birth certificate. my real mother's name was lyall carson, and my father's name was dustin emer (which was odd... then again, i guess a lot of people have the same last name.). next i glanced down at acelin's just to see if we were related. somehow. his mother's name was lucinda rivers, and his father's name was cal parker. no such luck. i then scanned over the adoption papers... and wondered how on earth anyone could give up their kid. acelin reached for the papers, and his eyes quickly danced over them. his mouth dropped open, and that's when the garage door to the house opened. acelin took the papers, and as soon as val and vince walked in the door, acelin began to yell and scream at them -demanding why they hid the fact we had been adopted. time seemed to literally stop, and i simply just stood there -watching as acelin drilled them. demanding information, screaming that he wanted to know who his biological parents were. after a week or so, they hired some detective to do digging. apparently my father had been overseas when my mother had given me up for adoption, and he'd been looking for me. it was one of those awkward moments when we first met. i had been missing from his life for thirteen years. my mother had died, three years after i had been born. as for acelin, his mother turned up dead as well, and his father wanted nothing to do with him. eventually, my father asked me if i'd come live with him, and i obliged, with only one exception: i got to bring acelin along. by the time i turned seventeen, my father was shipped overseas -again. my life turned upside down three months later when he was pronounced dead. everything was left to me, which i willingly share with acelin. life goes on, i guess...

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