GRANT, Ember Thistle

[Ember Thistle Grant]

EMBER THISTLEGRANT

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I CAN’T HIDE THE MONSTER ANYMORE
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG

FULL NAME: Ember Thistle Grant
NICKNAMES: Em, ET, Grant.
AGE: twenty three
SEXUALITY: bisexual.
MEMBER GROUP: citizen
OCCUPATION: mortician

ONE STARTS TO CHANGE INTO
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE

HAIR: blonde, just passes her shoulders and she wears it differently depending on what she’d doing. Sometimes she ties it up, straightens it etc etc. Normally it’s just layered with a few waves towards the ends.
EYES: blue.
HEIGHT: 5ft9 and a half.
SCARS: She has one on her wrist from a car accident.
TATTOOS: a tiny heart on her hip.
PIERCINGS: her ears once and a small nose stud.
PLAY BY:Yvonne Strahovski.

THE DARKNESS HAS BEEN BIDING ITS TIME
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES

LIKES: guns, bikes, vintage jewellery, boots, hanging out at the bar, chilling with her friends, the beach, the ocean, the night, bad boys, cherries, ice cream, long baths, old sixties music, kickboxing, surprising people, road trips.
DISLIKES: change, people getting close to her, people thinking that they understand, her medication, frogs, being dirty, meat, people preaching, truck drivers honking their horn, closing time, sad romantic movies, dry skin, cold showers, thinking about the future, being alone for too long, her height.
FEARS: dying, losing someone she cares about, people finding out how vulnerable she really is.
SECRETS: Her job as a mortician is what she uses to try and help herself come to terms with the inevitability of her death. Her HCM is kept hidden from everyone she meets. When she’s feeling really depressed, she’s likely to sleep with total strangers and then regret it the next morning.
PERSONALITY:

Ember’s personality isn’t as clear cut as it may seem. However, the one thing that never changes about her is that she is a complete enigma. When people ask her a friendly question, she’ll reply with the information that they only need to know, even if it’s short. She’s not one for sharing all the details of her life. Plus she never really provides a reason for any of her actions. She just doesn’t think it’s necessary to justify herself.
Plus, she’s a surprising little thing. For a girl who, to look at, is quite dainty, you’d be very surprised to find out that in her bag is always a small gun and that every Friday she’s at the firing range. Or that she’s a biker at heart with the leather jacket and all that jazz. Finally, she’s a mortician, which is her key to keeping people at a distant. Over recent years, she’s learnt that not many people want to get close to a girl who spends her days touching and dealing with corpses.

She’s very impulsive . Ember’s the type of girl to wake up in the middle of the night and decide to take a trip across the country. She seems to act on the spur of the moment rather than plan things out. Sometimes it’ll get her in trouble for missing work or back in her college days, missing a class. She’s a free spirit who sometimes needs to follow her heart, even if it’s making silly decisions. She hates to be in a particular routine which is probably one of the reasons why she’s commonly skipping her medication.

She’s tough. She’s had a threatening heart condition her whole life and had to deal with that. Her past isn’t a nice once and she’s had to take care of herself for a number of years. Her habit of falling for the bad boys has landed her in plenty of trouble that she’s had to fight her way out of and there’s a reason she carries a gun. A girl can never be too careful and the extra kickboxing lessons mean she’s a woman not to mess with. This is also a bit of an act to keep her secrets and true feelings hidden from those who she thinks will get hurt by her or her condition.

Ember can best be described as broken. She grew up in an unstable environment with unstable parents and never knew what a real relationship was like. She’s bumbled her way through life, dabbling with drugs and her medication, falling hard for the bad boys who don’t know how to treat a girl right. When she’s really down, drinking alone in the bar at the top of her street, she’s likely to crawl into bed with a lusting stranger, before regretting it the next morning. She’s prone to getting scared when people get close to her because of her past. She believes she doesn’t have much of a future and often finds herself wishing that someone could rescue her from that and save her.

She’s determined and stubborn. Tell her that she can’t do something and Ember is the type of girl who will do it to prove you wrong. She will never admit to being wrong about something (not unless it’s really, really, really biting at her) and she’ll never be the first to apologise after a fight. She’s scared of being walked over by anyone, so she simply won’t let it happen, even if people will get hurt by it.

TO BECOME WHAT I BECOME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME

MOTHER:Helena Lucy Hargreaves, deceased but used to be a waitress and would have been 39 now.
FATHER: Jamie Grant, 52, mechanic.
SIBLINGS:Raven Grant, 20, Student at university. (half sister)
Morgan Grant, 18, Army cadet. (half brother)
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Billy Brooker, 27, junkie and ex boyfriend.
Annabelle Grant, 50 and step mother.
ORIGIN: New Orleans.
HISTORY:

Ember’s mother was just a kid herself when she fell pregnant with Ember. An unprotected one night stand and nine months later a baby girl was born with a quirky name and a desolate childhood. Her father paid the maintenance money late all the time and her mother spent most of that on alcohol. They lived in a rundown apartment and most nights Ember’s mother would be on the phone, demanding more money and threatening to take Jamie to court if he didn’t pay up. Ember’s mother was secretly hoping Jamie would marry her so she could quit her job and drink all day too, but this never happened.

Jamie really didn’t take must interest in his eldest daughter and thought of her as a mistake he wanted to erase. When he looked after her, he would plonk her in front of the TV and leave her to spend time with his new girlfriend who, when Ember was nearing her third birthday, fell pregnant. This time Jamie did the honest thing and married her. He seemed quite happy with Annabelle and was looking forward to this “legitimate” baby, putting more distance between himself and Ember.

As she got older, Ember struggled to keep up with the other children. She got short of breath and dizzy whenever they had gym class and it was gradually getting worse until she collapsed one day at the age of eight. She was rushed to hospital and doctors believed she was in cardiac arrest. They did what they could and soon she was awake and the tests began. She was diagnosed with Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy and the medication began. The condition meant that it was dangerous for her to partake in too many sports in a close period of time. As a child it wasn’t such a big deal, but as she grew and wanted to keep in good shape, it became an annoyance.

Her mother was known around the town for sleeping with all kinds of men so long as they bought her some of the strong stuff she so loved; vodka. Ember was kept up late at night as she tried to hide from the lecherous bums her mother brought back to the apartment. When she was a teenager they would make advances at her, but Ember would lock her door and hide, scared.

In high school, it was the bad boys who attracted her the most. Whether it was inherited from her mother or not, Ember got a rush of some kind from hanging around with them and dating them. One of them was Billy Brooker. He was a few years older than Ember and that just added to the appeal. She would skip school to be with him and he would encourage her to try things. Ember didn’t know much better at the time and went along with whatever he said.
At the same time as this, Ember shot up in height, taking after her father and soon she towered over most of the people in her grade. This only made her more self conscious and more likely to obey Billy so that she could fit in more.
One night, she was with him and his friends when one guy began to convulse. The others, all high, thought it was funny but Ember knew something wasn’t right. She was the one who called for the ambulance and followed the instructions the 911 operator gave her to help him. Billy was angry at her for getting them caught, but Ember knew that she had done the right thing and that where the idea to study medicine came from. The boy recovered, but Billy started treating Ember worse, walking all over her and taking advantage of how vulnerable she was.

When graduation came, Ember’s mother was in the final stages of liver failure and before college began, she had died. Her father decided that now was the time to open his arms to his confused daughter and welcome her to his family, but something inside Ember snapped.
Her whole life she had obeyed and followed what everyone else had told her to do but she had reached her limit now. Her dad had ignored her for a good twelve years now, despite sending her half siblings to the same school, so why should she let that go and forgive him? Before going to college in California, she told him where he could go, dumped Billy before he could do any more damage to her and got her life in order.
She didn’t like being controlled and for the first time in a long time, she was free to live her life how she wanted to. She got a tattoo, signed up for kickboxing classes and eventually even bought a gun. She had always been fascinated by them and believed that now was the best time for her to purchase one. On the downside to her spontaneity was the fact that Ember broke free of every routine she had ever been in and that included taking her medication like clockwork; they were just something else that controlled her.
College was a blast but Ember struggled when she skipped her pills for days at a time. She bumbled through it, her confidence and strength growing more and more despite the harsh whispers of self doubt at the back of her mind and after four hard years there, graduated with her medical degree.

She returned to New Orleans with a position in the hospital there as a mortician. She is still learning a lot about her job with the help of the older and more experienced workers there. The odd career choice was part of her theory about teaching herself to accept death and embrace it, knowing that her life could end at any moment. Her first payday bought her a motorbike, another dream of hers since she was a teenager. The bad boys had rubbed off on her a little after all. She still acts on impulse most of the time and Ember still skips her medication from time to time. The self doubts still linger and she’s wary of who she tells her story to, although the bad boys can get closer to her than most; the attraction still remains, even if she is stronger now. She believes that she doesn’t need anyone to make her happy and that she’s tough enough to look after and protect herself, but secretly, she longs for someone to save her from her broken self and prove her wrong.

WILL YOU STILL HOLD ME
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE

ALIAS: Kim!
AGE: nineteen
EXPERIENCE: 5-6 years.
SAMPLE:

Briar’s whole life had been filled with music and song. Her older brother carried his guitar through every country they had lived in or even visited and Briar’s earliest memories consisted of her singing for her parents and relatives on a make shift coffee table stage. Travelling about had never been the easiest of things for her growing up, but Briar loved it and enjoyed meeting different people and experiencing different cultures, but her mind was almost always focused on their music and their entertainment. At UAL, she studied theatre and she was enjoying every moment of it, but Briar sometimes wondered about after graduation. She didn’t really see herself on stage acting for the rest of her life, despite how much pretending to be someone else came naturally to her and how much it helped her. Briar was mainly there for the music. The thing that she loved was that the songs expressed the feelings of the characters the cast played and it was touching to the actors and to the audience who watched it. Briar herself had songs that she had written and recorded that related to her own life and experiences and one day when she was much older, with a family and a successful career behind her, she wanted to write her own show that included the lessons she had learnt throughout her life.
Living all over the world was useful when it came to things like that and different experiences.

Briar was one of the few people who rarely suffered from things like the flu or a cough. Living all around the world had meant a lot of vaccinations for her and her immune system had learnt to cope with all kinds of weather conditions and temperatures so she was less susceptible than most, luckily. It came in handy, especially during the winter shows when most of the cast would be wracked with illness and sniffles, leading the director to tear his hair out in frustration and panic. However, Briar’s biggest letdown was looking after herself most of the time. The girl was almost bordering on insomnia most of the time which left her unsteady on her feet at the best of time. It wasn’t the best thing for her, but it was down to the secret nightmares. She knew that a doctor or a psychiatrist could help her with the horrifying thoughts that kept her up most nights and that filled her with fear that stopped her from going back to sleep. True, the extra hours she was awake helped her to learn her lines and perfect the songs, but it still wasn’t the best thing for the aspiring star.

The voices of the two girls filled the auditorium with a perfect harmony and Briar wished that the director was hiding somewhere so that he could hear it too. Harmonies were always so difficult to get, especially during the rehearsal stages. It was so tempting to sing the same notes as the other at times and the director would blow up when that did happen. However, Briar had been practicing alongside the Broadway soundtrack to the show to hear the differences and memorise them. The girl she was singing with had a loud, powerful voice naturally, but Briar could match the volume herself. She was more skilled with the higher notes than the deep, low ones herself but her voice was powerful and she worked hard to keep it like that. The tour in Japan had taught her so much when it came to singing and at the start of the year she was more advanced than some of her fellow classmates who were good at acting but lacked a little talent when it came to some of the songs. She felt a little bad at times for them when she was landing the more central parts in the shows, but she longed for them as much as they did too. In this upcoming show she was the second lady and it suited her nicely. For a freshman it was pretty good to get a role like that.
“You too. If only he was around to hear it and get off our backs for rehearsal.” Briar laughed, tucking her long, loose hair behind her ear.

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