THE BASICS
Name: Emeline Sofía Cormier.
Gender: cis Female, She/Her.
Occupation: Executive and owner of Amélie's.
Age: Thirty-Two.
Birthday: May 9th, 1991.
Zodiac Sign: Taurus.
Location: Downtown, Providence Peak, Colorado.
Birthplace: Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Orientation: Bisexual, Homoromantic.
THE PHYSIQUE
Eye Color: Brown.
Natural Hair Color: Brown.
Height: 5′ 5″.
Body Type: Slim.
Allergies: Commitment apparently.
Dominant Hand: Right.
Tattoos: Verda printed on her left wrist, a whisk with magnolias on her right forearm and a knife with magnolias on her left (inspo), laissez les bon temps rouler in large print on her side (inspo), a tiny minimalistic crawfish above her right kneecap.
note: emmy will tattoo anything on her body at any given point she has no shame.
Piercings: Ears, Septum (done as a teenager, stopped wearing it around the time she appeared on television, but has recently re-introduced it to her wardrobe bc she’s Going Through It™.
THE INTRODUCTION
Her bio is so much more in depth, but to summarize Emeline (who mostly goes by Emmy) there are only a few words needed; hot abandoned mess.
Emmy’s mom was young and living in Pasadena, Texas where she worked as a housekeeper when she met Emmy’s dad and fell head over heels for his charming smile and extravagant gifts. They rendezvoused every few weeks for about a year before she picked up her life and moved to Baton Rouge, Louisiana to be with him. She had expected to move in with him, but instead he had an apartment set up for her and only showed up for a few nights every couple of weeks when he was ‘home from a business trip’. This woman was very clearly being bamboozled as The Other Woman, but was naive and innocent and in love so she as none the wiser.
After a few months of this, the man stopped showing up, his phone was disconnected, and Emmy’s mom came home to an eviction notice on her apartment door (aka he yeeted and stopped paying her rent). However, he did leave her with a little gift - a positive pregnancy test.
So, without any back up plan as her parents lived in Mexico and she wasn’t going to tell them she was pregnant and not married until Hell froze over, she found a roommate by the name of Amelie Boudreaux, a slightly older Creole woman hailing from New Orleans just tryna live her best life, and became a housekeeper for a local hotel to make enough to get by.
Because she worked early morning and long hours, when Emmy was born she spent a lot of time with Amelie, listening to old tales from the deep bayou and learning how to cook creole food, which was the woman’s favorite passion. It influence Emmy fairly early in her life and by the time she was ready to go to preschool, she had already learned two things in life; her numbers through measurements and that she loved creating food.
When she was four years old, her mom went to work early one morning, long before Emmy awoke as usual, and just never came back. Amelie was unable to reach the woman and without knowing more than a last name for Emmy’s father (which her mother gave her at birth, but refused to share any more details with the woman who would end up raising her daughter) there was no way to contact anyone to take Emmy in. So they just continue as usual and Amelie became the only mom Emmy ever knew.
Her love for cooking only continued to grow and she applied to multiple culinary programs when she finished high school, becoming a chef at a local restaurant in Baton Rouge, and eventually finding herself on a cooking competition that may rhyme with Bell’s Witchen run by a certain Rorden Gamsay when she was twenty-five. During her little stint on this particular show, she ended up flirting a little too much with one of the other girls during filming and when the show aired a few months later, Emmy, who had been in a stable relationship for two years prior, suddenly found herself single.
Without much else to do and craving a bit of adventure, Emmy moved to Providence Peak where her best friend already lived (and may have convinced her to move to) and took up a job as a chef at The Glass Onion before saving up enough to open the fancy, yet modest in size, Creole/Cajun restaurant Amelie’s.
Within the last year Emmy has had ups (the success of her first restaurant in downtown Providence) and downs (the death of her mother figure Amelie) and is currently Going Through It™, finding comfort in the familiarity of alcohol and strangers bodies. Though recently she's began the journey of therapy and becoming a better version of herself following the one year anniversary of Amelie's death, knowing she can't spend forever pushing people away.
THE HEADCANONS
While Emmy thinks animals are hella cute, she's not an animal person herself. The dead plant in her bathroom window proves that she sucks at keeping anything alive for more than a week and with her busy schedule, sometimes she forgets to even feed and water herself.
She never grew up with any siblings, but because her father is a... lover (and the world's biggest con) she definitely has at least another sibling or two out there from him. He most likely was married and had an official family the entire time he was leading her own mom on.
When drinking or stressed, Emmy has a bad habit of smoking, so you'll always find her with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter when she's at a bar.
Over the years she's grown to realize how Peyton Sawyer-esque, woe is me, people always leave she is (hey, self-awareness, right?) and when her old clunker finally died she invested in a red Mercury Comet.
Although everyone expects her to be fluent in Spanish, she actually knows very little of the language her mother took with her when she left before she even turned five. There are a few affectionate sayings and snippets of lullabies engrained in her mind, but she picked up more on Amelie's Haitian-Creole as the woman often reverted to the language she knew well while Emmy was growing up.
