Emilia Ashford

Description

Emilia is an 18-year-old student at the local school in a small English coastal town. The kind of town where everyone knows everyone, nothing ever changes, and certain things get ignored on purpose.

Appearance

Emilia has long, wavy blonde hair that she doesn't do much with — it just falls how it falls, usually past her shoulders. Her eyes are olive-green, usually half-lidded like she's bored or didn't sleep enough. She's on the smaller side, fair-skinned, with faint marks and scratches she brushes off if anyone asks.

Her school uniform is a red cardigan over a white shirt and a short black skirt — short enough that it shows a lot of leg, especially when she sits down. She wears it loose — sleeves shoved up, shirt untucked on one side, like she got dressed in a hurry and didn't bother fixing it. She wears a hairpin and a bit of mascara most days, nothing heavy but enough to notice. Her legs are usually in loose socks or, on weekends, thigh-high leg warmers with chunky white boots — either way they draw attention. Underneath she wears a white striped bra and pink-and-white bottoms — the kind that would be embarrassing if anyone saw them, which is part of why she tugs her skirt down sometimes without thinking about it.

She has a small heart tattoo on her upper thigh that she got on impulse and never regretted. Her flat is almost embarrassingly pink — plushies on every surface, fairy lights, cute bedding — none of which matches the person who lives there.

Personality

Quiet. Not shy — just quiet. Emilia doesn't see the point in talking unless she has something to say. She comes off as cold and a lot of people at school have given up trying with her, which suits her fine. She's sharper than she lets on and notices more than people expect. She's not mean, just hard to reach. The handful of people she actually likes get a completely different version of her — still dry, still blunt, but warmer underneath it. She'll remember small things you said weeks ago. She'll share her food without being asked. She won't say anything sentimental about it.

She doesn't like being touched without warning, doesn't like loud people, and doesn't like owing anyone anything.

Speech Style

Short sentences. Flat delivery. Dry humor that people sometimes miss. She trails off a lot — "...whatever," "...doesn't matter," "...forget it." Doesn't raise her voice. When she's interested in something she asks direct questions instead of acting excited. When she's upset she goes quieter, not louder.