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30 . she/her . nsa officer. murderer. emotion manipulation/suggestive emotion.

[emmysavoya]

Full Name: Emerald Savoya Nicknames: Emmy, Em Pronouns and Gender: she/her + cisfemale Birthday: July 18th (age 30) Occupation: Officer of the Plans, Policy, & Programs Dept. Occupation Length: 4 Years Super?: Yes.

SUPER POWERS Abilities: Suggestive Emotion / Emotion Manipulation Similarities to: Mantis from the GOTG comic run

If Emerald feels it, then chances are you can feel it, too. If focused, she can transmit or elicit an emotional response of her choosing to the subject at hand. In most cases, it is not deliberate and often caused by erratic mood swings.

Note: Due to the power of her ability, Emerald has a voluntary suppression implant in the back of her skull. This device entirely reduces the effect of her abilities through skin to skin touch alone.

FAMILY Biological Mother & Father: Unknown Adoptive Mother: Olivia Dristine-Savoya, deceased. Siblings: Three (3) -- potential wanted connections

PERSONALITY Emerald is often labeled as a soft soul, someone who is fiercely protective of the people that treat her well in her life. Intelligent and imaginative, she typically tends to stick to herself, but has a magnetic pull towards the downtrodden and the hopeless with a knack for getting herself into sticky situations without intention. + : Loyal, Hopeful - : Erratic, Guilty

BIOGRAPHY tw: adoption, ppd mention, involuntary manslaughter, heart attacks, depression, emotional manipulation

Emerald Savoya was born on a staggeringly hot July afternoon. Compelled to give up their newborn daughter for adoption due to an extreme of PPD, her birth parents signed over their parental rights to a middle-aged woman who had always wanted another child of her own but could not physically do so after the tumultuous birth of her youngest son. Olivia Dristine, for lack of a better phrase, was filthy rich. Filthy in the sense that she raised three demonic children of her own, all in which took their wealth and privilege for granted since they could talk. Emerald, however, was a blank slate: Olivia was determined to teach her to be better than her blood family, eventually finding herself favoring the mild-mannered and kind little girl over her teenage children.

And teach her to be better, she did. Emerald -- lovingly nicknamed 'Emmy' -- touched everything with a softness most jagged-edged families did not possess. Always quick to stand up and help, she found herself quickly becoming her mother's shadow. She took etiquette courses, learned the symphonies of yesteryear, and for the most part, kept her head down. When Emerald was happy, Olivia was thrilled. When Emerald was scared, Olivia seemed to find an unease in her stomach that wouldn't away. When Emerald wept, Olivia cried twice as hard.

They thought they were in sync. Two peas in an unique pod.

As Olivia's other children moved out to start their own campaigns through the city -- one wanted to be a politician, the other a lawyer, another a socialite -- Emerald continued to homeschool and stay quiet. It wasn't until she hit puberty that things flew off the rails: when Emerald was emotional, Olivia was worse. When Emerald was irate, Olivia would scream louder. What was once synergy between them grew to animosity, terrifying the teen, before Olivia suffered a heart attack just before her nineteenth birthday. The coroner claimed the cause of the attack was due to stress, with a tip-off to the NSA about potential superpower foul play. Authorities reaches out to Emerald for questioning, only to quickly realize that she had been an unchecked super.

Volunteering to be kept as an in-patient, it didn't take long for her ability to be diagnosed: emotion manipulation, with an acute stand of suggestive emotion. What she felt, others could feel just as intensity if not more. It could be manufactured if controlled, used to calm humans or other supers if properly trained. They never told her that she was the cause of her mother's passing in concern of the power overwhelming itself, but discussed options to help suppress the ability in order to help control it -- and to help her get a better grip on her abilities.

Fearful of hurting anyone else, Emerald was willing to sign the dotted line wherever she could.

Although she spent the majority of her time in training learning to suppress and control her abilities, the young woman opted for a neurological implant at the base of her skull -- one that would ultimately lessen the effects of her emotion suggestion on purpose so not to influence the people surrounding her if her emotions got the better of her. Think of it similar to a birth control mechanism; Emerald's moods became more stable, more regulated, but that also minimized her eventual importance when becoming a super.

Except, truthfully, it never quite happened. Supers went back to their nine-to-fives, and Emerald clung onto the NSA with a vice grip. She opted to join the Plans, Policy & Programs Department as an officer in order to help others -- and to stay close to the people who could take her down, if the implant were to fail.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

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[dailytvwomen]

ADRIA ARJONA as LAURIE | Irma Vep – 1.01 “The Severed Head”

[stpeters]

despite the fact that the nsa offices are all sharp edges, bright lights and plain walls, there’s something about emmy’s space that feels warm. they gratefully accept the invitation and slide into the seat offered to them. a small sigh does leave them, however, when she speaks. not because of her, but because ‘how are you doing’ feels even more like a loaded question than usual.

“okay, i guess,” they begin, looking down at their fingers. “i keep looking up the accident to see if … if they’re saying anything about how many people —” died. how many people i couldn’t save. the words are stuck in their throat and they can’t seem to look up at emmy, feeling ashamed of their title as one of the paragon heroes more than anything else. 

“ — but i’m fine, em. honestly, i’m okay. what about you? you didn’t get hurt, did you?” 

[emmysavoya]

Emerald keeps it light and airy until she can't. They trail off into the deep end of the pool where she feels she's been wading for weeks on end when it's only been a few days. Elijah has the same concern she has: how many people are dead - and how many people were the heroes, the NSA, unable to save? Emmy doesn't need to have the ability to mind read to see it written all of their face.

"There's blood drives all over the city," she supplies with a forced softness to her voice. "People are donating their time to help others. There's good in this if you look beyond the accident. The heroes still inspired the way they always do." Because she has to convince herself of the same or else she'll go mad.

Although she doesn't want to fuel the fire, Emmy gives a lopsided smile and looks down at her leg. "I... unfortunately tried to play hero. I'm not exactly like the Paragons, but I twisted my ankle. Silly of me to try, I know."

[emmysavoya]

Emerald keeps it light and airy until she can't. They trail off into the deep end of the pool where she feels she's been wading for weeks on end when it's only been a few days. Elijah has the same concern she has: how many people are dead - and how many people were the heroes, the NSA, unable to save? Emmy doesn't need to have the ability to mind read to see it written all of their face.

"There's blood drives all over the city," she supplies with a forced softness to her voice. "People are donating their time to help others. There's good in this if you look beyond the accident. The heroes still inspired the way they always do." Because she has to convince herself of the same or else she'll go mad.

Although she doesn't want to fuel the fire, Emmy gives a lopsided smile and looks down at her leg. "I... unfortunately tried to play hero. I'm not exactly like the Paragons, but I twisted my ankle. Silly of me to try, I know."

[serendipity-in-love]

Fate: The Winx Saga (2021-)

[byreticence]

“sleeping hardly counts as much of a break.” he’s aware that he sounds likea chiding older sibling or parent, but when it comes to emerald, he has little else in the way of options. she’d push herself into an early grave if he left her; unfortunately for her, cecil’s keen eye wouldn’t let her get much farther than a hospital bed with an attached IV to alleviate the exhaustion. still, he relents but not without giving her a knowing look. “but i trust you.”

he turns his gaze to the muted tv screen and the news pundits angrily debating the gala of the nightmare. buchanan had, without intending to, set back the nsa’s progress on rebuilding society’s trust in supers in just a few short hours. pr isn’t their concern, but supers retreating into the shadows once more out of fear for undeserved repercussions makes their job more difficult. “it’s a good recipe,” he says, more so to keep her distracted than he cares to actually talk about food. “my family’s staff made it when i was younger. i figured it out for when i moved out. comfort food, in a way. i suppose. what's yours?”

[emmysavoya]

There: guilt settles like a thick paste in the bottom of her stomach, solidified by the trust Cecil gives in her insistence. "I did nap. Twice," she insists without much conviction, but it's too late. He trusts that she's taking care of herself, if not for herself but for the duty she has upon others. Slowly she pushes the papers off to the side, instead choosing to focus on the dinner and the man in front of her.

She's read the files, the reports, a dozen times by now. Nothing has become any clearer.

"Olivia used to make this one soup when I'd get stressed with schoolwork," Emerald admits, opting to use her adoptive mother's first name instead of calling her what she is. Easier, really, even ten years later. "Though I never got the recipe. I'm sure if I asked now, my brother would say he didn't keep the paper." She shrugs one shoulder, turning to watch the television. "I'm glad he never wound up going to the gala. I thought for sure I'd see him trying to rub noses with Buchanan."

[amarcnthined]

with : @emmysavoya location : emerald’s apartment date : two days after the gala

the gala has left her restless, and she knows emmy’s kept up at night, too. it’s all about the next steps—what do we do about this, what do we do about kronos, you know they’re lying—and putting plans into motion. the nature of their work has them both reaching into the dark for the truth, and with buchanan hellbent on hiding it, the injuries sustained from that night are the least of her worries. 

still, her body aches as it always does after a fight, cuts healing and limbs sore. she may be super, but she’s not indestructible. 

she’s just so fucking tired. 

so she’s thankful for these evenings on emerald’s couch, watching some reality show where she can’t remember who is who but entertains it all the same. pouring herself another glass of wine, she points the bottle at the screen. “—tell me again why she’s picking from any of them? half of them aren’t even funny.”

[emmysavoya]

Pretending everything is normal is about the only saving grace she's had since the gala. The injuries don't bother her, even with a twisted ankle healing agonizingly slow. Although she resides at a desk job -- not a super, not a hero -- all Emmy wants to do is run: to demand answers, to seek justice, to find out where it all went so very wrong to lose precious civilian lives.

To understand why the back of her skull itches so much, like she'd tear the implant out of the nape of her neck if she was given a few spare minutes to try.

Suzu's voice rips Emerald from a dark pit, causing her to inhale sharply back to life. "Hmm? Oh, I know. Though humor isn't everything," she replies belatedly, leaning over to pick up her untouched glass of wine. "I would pay money to have you on the show. Suzu battering twenty people's egos to the floor would be quite the ratings darling."

[cyberbonded]

where: nsa offices who: @emmysavoya

saskia isn’t sure if it’s the kronos spine in her back or just her being extremely conscious of it that makes her sit so damn ramrod straight. she can’t help it. she can’t even remember so much as slouching even once in the last three years. it, at least, gives the image of perfect professionalism as she sits in a nsa conference room across from emerald savoya. “like i said, officer savoya, what happened at the gala was unfortunate, but the answer is simple. the twins cheated our extensive and rigorous background checks. that’s the only answer as to what happened.”

[emmysavoya]

"The only answer." The repetition is flat, unconvinced, although Emerald doesn't mean to believe Saskia is lying by any circumstance. None of what's happened has made any sense when the text jumps off the paper. In the reports the mishap is simple: cheating the system works when you have money. Emerald Savoya should know that by now.

"Legally they're adults, but they're still kids. To cheat the background checks, they could not have done it alone. I'm not one for conspiracy theories, Ms. Sarkisian, but I think it's within our best interest to open investigation regardless."

[mellowtrait-deactivated20241001]

avatars ⋅ adria arjona (galerie)

[jyndor2]

adria arjona as bix caleen in ANDOR 1.01-1.03

[stpeters]

location: nsa hq closed to @emmysavoya​​! -- emmy.

the atmosphere at nsa has been … rather strange since the incident at buchanan’s ball. the hallways of nsa are quieter than usual, and that’s not unexpected by any means. there are many who were at the event, themself included, and some others that have lost close ones who had attended. and though they try their best to put on a brave face for everyone around them, it is so hard sometimes, especially when all they can still see whenever they close their eyes is people stumbling over each other in panic. 

it’s mostly why they’ve asked emmy if she’d like to have lunch with them today, because being around her always helps calm their nerves — she’s the next best thing besides good pastry, which they also happen to have with them. they knock twice before pushing their office door open, and holds up the bag in their hand as they meet her eyes. 

“i bring you danishes,” elijah says, placing the bag gently on emmy’s desk. “my dad used to make these all the time for me. comfort food.” 

[emmysavoya]

It's important to remain strong in the public eye as well as internally throughout the NSA organization. Emerald has learned it both the easy and hard way: something like the gala, something as catastrophic with weight, can often scare not only the public but their heroes. If she has anything to say about it -- and thanks to her boss, she likely will -- then Emmy has made it a point to hobble around the building with a glowing smile and a softer voice.

Her kindness is about the only thing she has.

But then there's Elijah. Wonderful, incredible Elijah; she's grateful for their presence during such a tough week, and even more so that they're willing to have lunch with her. The sight of their face causes her to light up. "Danishes? Really?" she asks, quicky sitting taller to view the contents in the bag. "Oh, you're a lifesaver. I haven't had a danish in so long -- sit! Sit, I insist. I made a couple of pastries myself because I can't stand doing nothing, so consider this a much-needed lunch and learn. How are you doing?"

[byreticence]

where: cecil's home who: @emmysavoya

it’s not often cecil brings his work home with him. less often that he lets anyone he works with into his home. emerald savoya remains the exception not the rule. the people he trusts are so few and far between there are only two; she’s one of them. he knows she would never betray him. that innate fear of being consumed by the will and desire of another person doesn’t exist when he’s with her. so he lets her in to come and go as she pleases because she would never abuse the privilege. he sets a plate of roasted chicken breast and garlic potatoes in front of her before he sits next to her on the long black sofa - an array of reports spread in front of them. “you know you’re allowed to take a break.” he doesn’t have to point it out yet he stills does, as if she still needs his permission to do things others wouldn’t think twice about. “did you see your therapist after the gala?”

[emmysavoya]

Her eyes haven't left the words littered upon the pages below since Emerald arrived here. Getting down to the bottom of what the hell happened at the Buchanan gala -- although not quite her paygrade -- has kept her up at night. Granted, the painkillers from the doctors have helped. The implant is unaffected, but her ankle remains worse for wear. The crutches remain propped at the archway for easy access.

"I have taken breaks," she tells him, which isn't a lie. Briefly glancing up at him as he nears, her mouth waters at the aroma of food. "And no. As you can imagine they're a bit busy, but I'm telling you, Cecil, I'm fine." As fine as she can be, now that she knows the serum's being scrubbed off every major news outlet. "God, what a mess -- the paperwork, obviously, not the food. Food smells amazing."

[disc80s]

l.luvhee

[alliecathayes]

ADRIA ARJONA as Sofia Herrerra ⟶ FATHER OF THE BRIDE, dir. Gaz Alazraki

[fearspecter]

“you know they invented this neat little thing called a tracking chip and put it in my neck.” he taps the spot on his neck where they placed it - to his great annoyance - and then gestures to her phone. “and probably gave you access to it which would prevent the running around part of finding me.” he assumes they’d give the person responsible for yanking his leash access to it anyways. if not, it’s poor planning on their part which, in his limited yet somehow extensive experience, would be a first. at least for her department. he has her boss to thank.

otto adjusts one of his necklaces, tucking the clasp back behind his neck, while looking up at emerald. “am i supposed to not be alright?” he can’t recall anything particularly upsetting happening to him. can’t recall witnessing anything upsetting - besides godawful fashion tastes and the blowjob in the bathroom he walked in on. nothing scarring, at least. “i don’t care about the twins. one of them went blind for a few minutes i think.” he doesn’t hide the little grin playing at his lips. “do you care about them?”

[emmysavoya]

"If I wanted to track you like a dog, Otto, then I'd have them at least bedazzle a leash for me." The way he taps her neck only makes her hyperaware of her own. Perhaps not tracking, no, but just about. Keeping her at a neutral state of being so that she can simply deal with life as opposed to bulldozing it. Emmy can only fathom just how stuck he must feel.

At first she says nothing, gauging his reaction with a passive interest before sitting down on the bench next to him. "No, you're not supposed to not be alright, but I imagine it's not an easy crowd to mingle with for you," she replies softly, only to give a one-shoulder shrug. "And I care about people getting hurt. If this is real, then we have a potential shift in wind for heroes." She pointed cocks a brow. "And not-so-heroic types. But I think you're capable to handle either of those situations."

[byreticence]

eye contact, especially of a prolonged nature, is one of those things cecil’s trained himself to hold. a necessary evil become a very effective tool to be used in his work. intimidating supers is hard to do and, physically, cecil doesn’t present as someone remotely capable of doing just that. but he’s never had to worry about that with emerald; people pleaser that she is, he’s only ever had to simply ask things of her and wait for the results to show themselves. it’s more than a bit manipulative, he supposes, but it’s necessary. it helps her keep moving forward.

“good.” cecil dips his head slightly in an acceptance of how she’s pulled herself back together, back down to earth. it lets him look away though not for long. her question comes and he’s not surprised by it; he’ll hear it from more than one person tonight. straightening, cecil looks back to her though his expression is as impassive as ever. “no. only chatter of possibilities but nothing to suggest they were this far along in their work.” to the point of human trials? there’s plenty riding on tonight. “keeping an ear near to their scientists will be priority number two for tonight. i want to know what they’re saying, what they’re thinking. you’re friendly with one of them - zayid, correct?”

[emmysavoya]

"So then it's just a farce?" she asks instead rhetorically, gears turning with the implications that come spiraling towards an uncertain future. At least the idea of it being fake, that perhaps the twins had always had gifts but waited to the opportune moment to show it, is comforting. Maybe there aren't bottle superheroes.

Shoulders dropping with each passing second to something akin to relaxed, Emerald nods at his orders and hardens her expression: there's still work to be done. "I am. Of course I haven't seen Zayid here yet, but... I'll talk around the room, play up champagne courtside chatter. Someone will know something, or drink a little too much." Pausing to look at him, she fixes her dress and smooths out the skirt with a feigned glittering smile. "I'll call after and we can compare notes somewhere discreet. Deal?"

[isaachan]

“ooh, cab. now there’s an idea.” not exactly a luxury that isaac used too often, but she had a point - they were on kronos’ time, technically, on a work-related outing, and on behalf of the great god buchanan. it did all make for a very compelling argument for getting drunk at the ball. “cheers to that, then. i will be drinking like i’m getting paid overtime.”

he tips his glass slightly to clink his with his new company, and nods his head in honest acknowledgement. “i’ve seen your name on files. you and other nsa agents, i mean. but no, we haven’t met. i’m isaac.” he offers, a small smile to go along with the name. “i’m with the, uh, ai team. robots and other fun stuff. what about you? you like what you do?”

[emmysavoya]

"Cheers to drinking on company time," she says, though she doesn't really mean it. Getting drunk at an event where she's already compromised would be just adding an atomic bomb to the equation. Maybe her implant is good, great even, but she hasn't tested it being black out.

At least, not among others.

"AI team? God, I really admire what you all do down there. And that isn't me just... complimenting to compliment, I really am fascinated by everything that comes to your minds. I wish I was that creative," she replies in earnest before scrunching her nose. "...I do love my job, but it isn't for everyone. I work with the Plans and Policies department. Kind of working hard to make sure the supers that might need an extra hand have those resources. It's a Mary Poppins sort of life with the trainees."

[emmysavoya]

"Cheers to drinking on company time," she says, though she doesn't really mean it. Getting drunk at an event where she's already compromised would be just adding an atomic bomb to the equation. Maybe her implant is good, great even, but she hasn't tested it being black out.

At least, not among others.

"AI team? God, I really admire what you all do down there. And that isn't me just... complimenting to compliment, I really am fascinated by everything that comes to your minds. I wish I was that creative," she replies in earnest before scrunching her nose. "...I do love my job, but it isn't for everyone. I work with the Plans and Policies department. Kind of working hard to make sure the supers that might need an extra hand have those resources. It's a Mary Poppins sort of life with the trainees."

[mumblo-number-five]

Adria Arjona