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Emma's Backstory:

Her parents were struggling to conceive a child. Her father was a Celestial Warlock and her mother was a High Fae witch. It took years and they had almost given up hope.. until they asked the dark lord for help. He gave them his dark blessing, which resulted in Emma being born. But due to this odd magical mutation her hair was pink and her eyes were two different colours. The dark magic they called upon and the light magic they held within them fought and that resulted in Emma's strange appearance.

For years Emma was bullied and ostracized for her looks, though she was the sweetest little girl. Smart too, her intelligence was immeasurable and it got her through school quickly. She was a sponge, skipping grades and graduating early. That only made the bullying worse because now they were jealous.

College began and that's when things looked down. Her parents were killed trying to protect Emma. Her mother giving her life to her daughter to keep her on the earth for as long as the magics allowed. It came with many consequences. In college she met her late husband. He was a manipulative, evil man that took advantage of Emma right after her parents were murdered. This was where Emma fell into despair. It was so hard to keep going. He had his friends attack her even. Years of horrid abuse until she eventually was freed by a car accident.

It took her a whole year to get her life back together after he died. The price for how powerful she was.. was loneliness. Somehow though, some gods blessed her. Giving her a break from the hardships.

This was when she met her second husband, a tall blue-eyed man who had the strength and wisdom of a god. Though, he wasn't a god, he was an angel. He went by many names but the one she knew him by was Clark Kent, it was silly yes but she was in love. Her life was full of light for once, as if her soul had been ignited in a bright flame. Lusting for a long life with the man of her dreams.

A mere two months into their marriage, she became pregnant with a daughter who they named Luna. Luna Artemis, to mirror Emma Athena. Though Athena was Emma's mom's name and not that of a goddess.. no matter.

Tragedy hit hard when her husband was killed. She had no idea how, she didn't ask. The grief was too strong. She did not go to the funeral, instead she and Luna moved away. Emma only had Luna now.

The move took her to Los Angeles where she settled with Luna in a nice cozy house in a good enough neighborhood. Knowing she needed some protection from hunters here, she called upon the help of one named Max. He was a grumpy old man who did as he was paid to do. But the witch had melted his heart, the two became family. Which was why he asked for her help in saving his dear other half for the first time. She brought an angel back from the brink of death. Fully taking on her magical potential to do so.

It unlocked so much power for her and shifted her whole mindset.

Emma had a chance to meet the dark lord in her life time, which she took. Sharing drinks with him. He told her so much, triggering yet another mindset shift. She was determined to not be afraid of her darkness but to embrace it.

The darker the darkness, the brighter the light.

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After everything Emma took some time to herself. Spending 2 years taking care of Luna and focusing on her own growth and healing from all that she had been through. It was best she do that before she go into her next relationship, if at all she is granted one last chance at love.

During this hiatus she developed a new ability and was able to push her own magical boundaries. Mess with her at your own risk.

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Solo 1: Gone but not Forgotten.

( This is my first solo so please just bear with me. )

Life and Death were huge events, both celebrated and mourned. For immortals, however, there was nothing to celebrate. You were trapped in an ever-changing abyss that had no end.

Floating in space... alone.

It was only made worth it by finding something or someone to share the space with. To fill the space.

Emma had experienced multiple lifetimes worth of trauma, and yet she was still kicking. Her space was filled with the thing she loved most.

Luna.

Her daughter. Her sweet, precious baby girl. Emma delivered her by herself as her (now late) husband was caught up at work and truly couldn't make it. Luna was 10 pounds, 9 ounces at birth. And her life was something to celebrate as Emma had wanted nothing more than she had wanted Luna.

She had always dreamt of being a mother and raising her children to love and be compassionate. To be respectful and kind. To never give up and to stand for what they believed in. Though now she wasn't sure if she would get the chance to have more children, she had hope. The smallest bit of it shined through all the darkness.

•♡

But disaster strikes when least expected.

A sigh left the pink haired woman as she lay in bed, her 3 month old daughter in her arms cooing and babbling. Big blue eyes looking up at her mother with the purest smile ever seen. The witch smiled brightly as she gazed down at the perfect babe in her arms. The squishiest of the squishy, the cutest of the cute, and that smell.. they really weren't kidding when they said babies just had this smell.

None the wiser as she laid in her bed, in her room of the home she shared with the love of her life, the home they built on the land they picked and purchased together. Her home. Laying without a care in the world as she looked at her daughter's sweet face, thinking that her life was complete. She had attained the unattainable. Blissful happiness..

Her bliss was cracked when there was a knock at the door. Her bubble had burst and the real world creeped in. That was when the uneasy feeling came in, like waves. Her husband would never knock, he had a key. Given he hadn't come home last night.. she figured he got caught up with work. They both worked at the same University and she was on maternity leave, he ended his paternity leave early to get back into his work.

She didn't even think of calling him, but, some part of her felt like she should. Anxiety began to fill her. It was hard for her to breathe as she made her way downstairs. Like the dread was just building and building.

Usually he would call if he was late. The emotions just kept creeping. Emma expected the worst.

But she couldn't have even imagined what she was about to be told. Coming down the stairs slowly, she made her way for the door with Luna in her left arm being held protectively against her chest.

The fingers of her right hand wrapped around the door handle and pulled it open but her husband wasn't on the other side.

Instead, there was a man and a woman in uniforms. They didn't even have to speak, as Emma had already heard it. It echoed from their minds right into hers.

"Mrs. Kent?"

Her heart skipped a beat. The words echoing even louder now.

"We are very sorry but.. your husband, Clark, he-"

Her eyes welled up with tears, her raising her right hand to stop them.

"He's dead, isn't he? Just say it. Stop beating around the fucking bush and just spit it out."

One of the two nodded, offering a plastic bag of his personal belongings found on his person at the time.

"We are very sorry to say that he was found dead, Mrs. Kent.

He's dead.

Gone, forever.

With that being said and all aired out she didn't need any more. She didn't need their talks of support groups for widows or her options regarding his funeral and his body.

"Just.. bury him but.. don't come back."

Slam-

The door slammed shut and Emma turned around. In complete shock, of course it was understandable.

She walked back up the stairs, to her room and placed Luna down in her bassinet to nap while Emma tried to handle the information given to her. Walking into the bathroom, turning the shower on and just getting in. Fully clothed, sure. But she was broken.

Her heart felt like it had been ripped out and torn in half. A part of her soul was missing. It was so isolating. There was a huge void that she couldn't see herself filling. Trying to process all the information on her own proved difficult, her brain didn't want to work and so Emma sat in the shower tucked in the corner under the shower stream.

Staring at the wall in front of her, lifelessly so for God knows how long. Sobs soon filled the bathroom, drowned out by the sounds of the water hitting the tile. She screamed and cried for as long as she was able.

She had to feel it all for the both of them. Her husband was gone, and her baby would grow up without a father. It left her insides in knots, the space had grown that much darker.

And darker..

Until her eyes shifted to black. All of her emotions were amplified and she cried some more. Crying until her tears ran red and then until she had none left.

Trapped in the darkness, feeling hopeless and as if all life had been snuffed out.. before she was reminded. Awakened. It wasn't about her now. Her light, her baby girl was waiting for her out there.

The water had run cold, how long had it been? Where was she?..

Using her magic to turn off the shower the bathroom fell into a silence. Then out rang the crying of her baby.

Emma was quick to get up, taking her wet clothes off piece by piece with urgency. Her baby needed her.

She slipped on a robe and stepped out into her bedroom, going to Luna's side and scooping her up. Trying to soothe her precious one.

"Mama is so sorry, sweet girl.. it looks like daddy is never coming home.. but.. Mama will never leave you. I promise with every fiber of my being, baby girl... you're my everything."

Luna had no idea what she said but her crying calmed down once her mother was near. Cooing once more, Emma gazed into her daughters big blue eyes. The eyes she got from her father. Forever a reminder to Emma of the love they had. The deep love that created this perfect babe.

It was just them against the world.

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Standard Information

Birth Name: Emma Lucinda Harker

Given Name: Emma

Nicknames: Em, Emmy

True Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Martial Status: Widow

Species: Half Fae/ Half Celestial, Immortal Witch

Profession: Single Mother, Librarian.

Family: Luna Morrigan Harker, Daughter.

Build

Height: 5'2

Weight: 132

Frame: Petite, Toned, Curvy.

Posture: Gentle, Comforting.

Appearance

Hair colour/style: Naturally pink, but she can now change her hair colour so it's a nice dark brown when she's not feeling lazy.

Eye color: (Left) Light green - (Right) Light pink. Both kind of like Opalescent.

Skin tone: Pale but youthful. Rosy tones.

Scars/Markings/Tattoos: She is covered in scars, with tattoos to cover the scars given to her by her abusive ex-husband. Lots of florally designs, bugs and such all cohesively put together in two sleeves down her arms. A beautiful back piece, a tattoo between her breasts and some on her ribs and abdomen. Also a few on her legs and thighs, but there is plenty of space for more in the future.

Other than that, she has a sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose. And a beauty mark right beside her right eye.

Style: Cottagecore, Dark Academia, Sexy, Comfy but presentable. Lots of dresses and heels.

Social Characteristics

Sense of Humor: Sweet and sassy, sometimes Dark and self-deprecating.

Laugh: Light and soft, but always genuine.

Speech Pattern: Graceful, poetic.

Psychological Attributes

Emotion or Logic: Emotion. She's an empath, half the time it's not her choice.

Self Confidence Level: Medium, maybe.

Patience Level: Extreme

Greatest Fear: Losing the ones she loves most.

Defense Mechanism: Isolating.

Ticks: She rubs her hands together when she's nervous.

Personality Traits: Sassy, Sweet, Maternal, Caring, Feisty, Dark.