<a class="postlink" href="http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h398/NoctisNotimomentum/Character/Emily.png">[ img ]</a><br/>Emma "Emily" Lexion<br/>16<br/><br/>Laughter from a young woman rang out from the edge of the small village owned by the Leonor family, which was related to the girl who laughed. Emma, a long brown haired female with brown eyes, was the cousin to the young lord who helped govern the village with his father who acted as mayor. She was walking with him and joking with him while they walked slowly through the wood, Emma was also known as Emily, only her cousin called her that. Martin, was a short shaggy haired male of amber eyes, he was a nice man and was the only one who took care of her and her brother Lester. Emma loved her cousin, he always knew how to make her smile. Speaking of smiling his stories of how his father's workers being lazy always cracked her gourd, especially when he tried to act out how they did their jobs when no one looked save for him. His favorite object to use was a stick when he acted it all out. His current story was about an old man who acted so weak he was always bent in an arch, that is until his father was out of sight then he'd be fit as a fiddle and acted awesomely like he was extremely young again. Martin was holding a long stick, arched over walking slow as well as talking like he was really old and frail. He walked like that while muttering random complaints about old age and working too hard before looking to a tree, like he was waiting for something. Then he straightened up and walked with a goofy grin on his face like he was proud to he old and frail while faking his back hurt, "I'm limber as liverwurst!" He said in a goofy tone making Emma burst out laughing, she had to sit down on a sawed stump holding her sides laughing hard, "Oh Martin that was awful! How does your father not notice that?" He went to his normal blank expression and shrugged, "How should I know? Dad was never too smart." He said tapping his head. The girl giggled.<br/><br/>"Emma, why don't you leave that house? And come live with me and my father? You'd live better, and wouldn't have to worry about Lester's tricks." The girl glared at her cousin, "I can't - grandmother left the house to me... If I leave, Lester might sell it for dope money." He scrunched his nose and nodded. Though pulling her up he threw hr over his shoulder, making her cry out in shock then squealed in a giggle before fisting his back, "Put me down Martin!!" He laughed and kept walking, "No way fairy girl!" She slapped his back and he laughed tossing her into a pile of leaves. Emma yelped and sat up, leaves covering her hair as she made a face at him before standing and brushed her skirt and shirt off before chasing him down the path but when he stopped she ran into his back. He grabbed her and covered her eyes, blinking as he saw a nude male laying face down on the ground. Emma pried at his hands till she was able to see and turned bright red. Martin pulled his coat off and walked over, crouching down he checked the male. Looking to Emma and spoke, "He's alive, and feels like he had a fever. I wonder who did this to make him like this, Emma..." She walked over as Martin wrapped his up in his coat and picked him up, standing he looked to his cousin, "I am gonna say he is in your charge." Emma blinked and looked around, "Me? Why?" He grinned, "Because your grandmother showed you how to be an old fashioned herbal doctor. He looks like he'd be fun to care for, that and my dad wouldn't like a stranger in our home." She sighed and came closer to Martin, "Poor fellow." She said and began to lead back to her home. Before her grandmother passed she had been left a house near a river, medicinal herb garden, books on the supernatural and a good home.<br/><br/>She believed all the stories, the legends, folklore, everything. Though once she knew the truth about him, it would be hard to see for the first moment but she'd believe it because she always believed that sort of thing. Martin did too but he was sceptic of it all most days, he said if he saw it he'd believe it.