NAME. Emma Wright
AGE & BIRTH DATE. 31 & April 21st, 1992
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her
SPECIES. Spirit
VARIANT. Reaper
OCCUPATION. Unemployed
FACE CLAIM. Margot Robbie
( tw: death, drugs ) By day one way, by night another, Marie Wright was expecting twins but instead gave birth to not two, but one child. Born in the middle of the day, Micah Wright came screaming into the world. Redfaced and wailing as frightened green eyes struggled to make sense of the world they had come into. Marie managed to soothe him, she smoothed the fine blonde hairs and coaxed a smile from his lips. Her eyes were mirrored in the child’s expression, and this came as something of a relief. Halfblooded. Marie had no intention of revealing the truth about the child’s father. That night she crept from her bed and wandered to the nursery to seek out her son in his crib, only to find a daughter where the boy had been. The other twin, with blue eyes that were every bit her father’s, looked up at her and smiled. Marie knew then that there’d be no hiding the truth, at least not from her children, the truth of the world was that they would always be hunted for no fault other than her own. She had to prepare them for that.
Once able, Marie moved her children to Aurora, Colorado. A fresh start and chance to start over, Micah went to school while Emma would possess the body from the moment the sun dipped below the horizon, to the time it rose again at dawn. Marie knew little about the supernatural world beyond what little experience she had before meeting their father, but she knew that this was strange, even for halfblooded children. Micah ran wild getting into more problems than his mother could count, while Emma was more reserved - uncertain. Cautious. Encouraged by Marie to journal to one another, growing up it was the only method of communication that the two had with each other. Micah would write and complain about school while Emma would study his textbooks and books that night, leaving notes for him and helping with the homework that the two rightfully shared.
For a time, things were normal, or at least as normal as things could be in their situation. Micah met a boy at school, Emory, and the two were fast friends. They went everywhere together, did everything, though Micah always had to be home before sundown, for a long time Emory never seemed to question it. They were kids, curfews made sense. Both had things they weren’t quick to talk about, sometimes Emory would miss days of school, sometimes a whole week. He’d show up with bruises or strange cuts, never really explaining any. When asked if he could spend the night Micah had to refuse, because at night while he slept he was Emma, and Emma was a secret that he had to keep from everyone. Even Emory. The Harts were the sort of family you were supposed to go to if you had a problem, when Micah asked what that meant he never got more than a glib response, at least back then.
Kids grew into young boys and trust fostered honesty between them, as Micah grew, so did the latent magic that existed within him. There was a kinship between them that Micah came to understand was power that they both shared, though for whatever reason Emory seemed oblivious to it. At least until Micah demonstrated his own brand of magic to him. Transmutation was the twins’ gift, though Emma was significantly more gifted with it, Micah could perform levels of magic to varying degrees of efficacy. The kinship that Micah felt with Emory was the fact that the other was a witch, but this was met with fear and a nervous explanation that the Harts were more than witches, they were hunters too. Fixers for the rural community with roots that went all the way back to Salem.
The first of his friends to meet Emma, Micah introduced Emory to her at dusk. His eyes drifted back and Emma’s opened as she looked at the boy she’d only ever read so much about. His eyes were dark, almost black, but in the final light of the waning son she caught glimpses of gold. While Micah busied himself about the day, Emma spent the nights doing what she could to understand their past, and the father who’d admittedly never even been told of their existence. She told Emory of the fey court, and the rules regarding halfblooded children. It was her ambition to petition the queen herself, to lift the silly law that kept the two worlds apart so she could finally meet her father at long last. Rural Colorado would never be enough for her, and she told Emory as well that it wouldn’t be enough for Micah, not forever.
Sleepovers went much in this fashion, Emma would discuss Emory’s family history and history in general until the witch fell asleep, and when he awoke it was often to Micah impatiently waiting for his friend to stop snoozing. At some point the boys stopped being just kids, Micah saw the lines on the other that slowly formed with maturity, puberty hit them both like a brick wall and despite the risk involved - he kissed the other. A risky first, but it was far from their last, instead it was the beginning of the next phase of their story.
As the twins got older Emma would go out at night, she appeared as little more than a teenager out past curfew, but this was one of the few glimpses she’d gotten of the world that were beyond what she saw from the backseat of their mom’s pickup truck on road trips. A sky full of stars, a city full of opportunity. She ran into Emory’s older brother out there, knew from Micah’s journaling what to expect and tried to be polite. Instead he pushed her, and inadvertently forced her to show her magic. When she went home she knew she’d screwed up, that there would be consequences - but she was afraid. Afraid of the implications to the knowing look behind the Hart boy’s eyes, still, she told Micah because she had to. They’d never had any secrets, she wouldn’t start them now.
Micah met the wrath of it the next day, it was only a matter of time before others came for him. Vampires, witches, druids - there was a reason why fey blood was desired by so many though at the time Micah barely understood this. High school was almost over though, so rather than face whatever was to come, Micah opted to leave. He pleaded for Emory to come with him and Emma, but the witch wouldn’t leave his family behind. The same family that was chasing the halfblooded out of the city entirely. The Harts were fixers, and the Wrights were just another problem as far as they were concerned.
While their mom stayed behind, the twins landed in New York. Officially, Micah was enrolled in online night classes, but realistically it was for Emma’s sake. She was academically inclined and leaned towards engineering and architecture, as her abilities developed, so too did their resources. Money was easy to come by when you could turn a block of wood into a gold bar. Micah’s abilities never really changed, the skill of transmutation itself was scientific in nature, while Emma willfully threw herself into the study of it, Micah never cared to. Neither did he have to, his sister was always there and willing to provide for them in their new life as she worked to build a name of her own.
And yet, it was always Micah’s name that was connected to everything. His degree, but her countless hours spent behind it. His name, but her designs that built the name Micah Wright into something respectable. Emma Wright was a ghost, called his assistant and seen as little more than the woman who, at night, worked and spoke on his behalf. While Emma worked, Micah slowly fell apart. The city wasn’t as good for him as she hoped, more and more she’d awaken in forgotten booths of bars, or poker tables, or seedy drug dens that she soon realized she couldn’t save her brother from. Emma wanted so much for herself, for them, she wanted to meet their father and she wanted that for Micah too but the older they got the more intent Micah seemed to destroy himself.
New York wasn’t working, so she boarded a red eye one night and flew them halfway around the world. Rome was a place that so many books pointed to, a place of hidden paths and forgotten truths, she thought that maybe it was here that she could find a way to the other side, to the fabled Otherworld where she had pinned so many of her hopes. Micah was displeased, but he could be happy anywhere that had a poker table and a stiff drink. He’d carried them through so many years, and in the end Emma had ruined their old life for them, she’d fix things this time, she’d fix everything.
Rome was not what she hoped it to be, five years Emma spent in desperation trying to hold everything together. She worked tirelessly at a job, worked for the respect of her peers, for her fellow faimen and halfblooded - worked to save her brother Micah. In the end nothing panned out in her favour, Emma learned of the truth of her curse: that a member of the fey court had cursed her and her brother before they were even born. This curse twisted them at their very core, changed them irrevocably, and so when this curse was undone so too did it take with it the thread that was keeping Emma in this world. Micah. She was a twin that was never meant to be born, fate had another design that death was what had awaited her.
In a bed of her father’s making Emma bid farewell to her childhood friend, to Emory and to the life that she’d wanted for so long. A marshal. Respected and proud. Strong and irrefutably resolute in the face of challenges. The illness of her soul and her life force whittled her away until she breathed her last breath, until the death rattle passed from her lips and carried her into the next world. There, heaven awaited her. Elysium is what they called it in the garden. Peace, love, prosperity. The grief of her past was gone, the life that Emma had fretted over so much was over.
And yet, her friend couldn’t let her rest. So Emory arranged to have her brought back.
Emma’s soul was wrenched from paradise and brought back into this world, Elysium behind her, hell before her.
+ cautious, shrewd, caring
– withdrawn, untrusting, picky
PLAYED BY SHANE. EST. He/Him.
