Emma Frost

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Name: Panther
AIM: Panthrillmantrim
Email: invisicecream@gmail.com

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Character name: Emma Frost
Fandom: X-men
Place in Canon: Prior to the major part of Dark Reign, but after the beginning of the cabal. SHe also has some previous game canon
Age: 39
Physical Description: She is short, 5'4", though most of her heels boost her to 5'10". She dyes her hair blonde. and has had a breast increase, putting her at a D cup. She has blue eyes, fair skin, and very clean cut features, just this side of being severe.

Any Special Abilities: Diamond hard skin, Telepathy, Astral Projection
Place of Birth: Boston, Massachusets.
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Sexuality: heterosexual, dominant, some bi-curiosity.
Skills: Walking in crazy heels, teaching, running a business.
Interests: raising her family, finding some damn thing to do
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300 words The thing that makes Emma Frost great is that she never truly compromises who she is. When she's evil, it's for her own purposes. When she's co-operative, you know she's profiting. Even when she's betraying the man she loves, or seems to be doing so, it has a motivation that is entirely within her boundaries.

Despite the fact that her goals run the same way the X-men's do (at the moment), she does things with her own distinct style. She doesn't wear the uniform, she doesn't always take orders when they're given, and she often argues with Scott about how things should be done. Despite this, she is a valued team member, and considered to be more reliable and co-operative than Wolverine. She is dedicated to her cause. She is vain. Even in her modifications, she is unapologetically blunt and unchanging. The things she has made public about herself are few, but they are very public.

The secrets she does keep are played close to the chest, and that hasn't changed, even with the time removed from the Marvel universe. There are things about her past and her motives that even Scott doesn't know, though their mental link makes this difficult, so those things are becoming fewer and fewer.

The main driving force in Emma's life is her family. Her parents were terrible, her sisters were evil, and her brother was useless. Though she was often evil and terrible, she was never useless for long. Now that she's got her own family, she is doing her best to avoid being anything like her own family. Though she thinks very highly of herself, she knows that the path she took is not one she would want her children to take.


Writing Sample: Emma also happened to be on the other side of the misbehaving door, helping Alessa, one of their daughters, with her hair. She thought it quite strange when her husband's mental signature suddenly cut off, without a word of warning. Worried and annoyed, Emma finished braiding the little girl's hair and took her hand, heading for the kitchen to get Dianna, who had pulled down a box of cereal on her head, but was happily occupied, and so had been left alone for a moment.

Emma took Dianna's hand, and began to look around for whatever had taken Scott. If she ran into trouble, she would at least know their girls were safe.

She slipped into their bedroom door, muttering under her breath. The bedroom door was the same, but on the other side was a plus hotel, a combination of the best aspects of the best hotels she'd stayed in. She was very confused, but she could hear Scott again in her mind, so at least there was that.

It was even more surprising when a floating golfball ricocheted off the computer that a man in a clean uniform was using to check in a family group, and headed toward her. She changed to diamond form instinctively, but needn't have bothered. It stopped right in front of her, with a note.

"Welcome Mrs. Frost! This is for you! I'm GB! Bye now!"

It zoomed away once she had taken the note, confused and very irritated. She was even more irritated when she realized that she had been made the manager of the hotel and staffing of the entire Roxbury complex, whatever that was. Irritated, she crumpled the note and stuffed it into her fist, before picking up both girls, one on each hip, and heading in the direction Scott's mental signature was coming from.

The cottage was quiet as she crept through the living room. Scott was asleep, the fool, and the girls were also quiet, for once. She left a note carelessly on the coffee pot, and left, never to come back. She was so tired of pretending to be a good little girl, a happy wife, a loving mother. She loathed that life, and hated that it had been necessary. It was completely stupid that her lovely plan had taken so long to come into effect. She’d missed her window of opportunity. Now she was just stuck in this ridiculous world, stranded with a ridiculous man who had such ridiculous dreams.

She stalked through the night, and found what she was looking for. It was a high class place, very like the Hellfire Club. In fact, it was an exact duplicate of that place, and she smiled wickedly as Shaw looked up at her, curious. “Emma?”

She waved, a playful little motion that was mostly just wiggling her fingers. “Hello, Sebastian. I’ve come back. It took me far too long to regain my senses. That stupid girl I made up had some kind of tenacity. I couldn’t believe how firm a grip she had. As though I would waste my talent just to be Scott Summers’s brood mare. I assume that my position is still open?”

Shaw nodded. “Well, it’s been filled, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem for you, Emma.” He nodded to a rather tall woman dressed in white. Emma quirked her eyebrow, and wandered over, her hips swaying as she walked.

The new White Queen looked up, evaluating Emma from behind a diamond covered mask. “Is there something I can help you with?” The woman had the most horrible hair, and after a moment Emma realized it was dyed to the consistency of straw. When she studied the woman, she saw that it was an older version of herself, skin like leather, breasts even more pronounced to make up for her expanded waistline. The more Emma looked at the woman, the more horrific she became.

The old members of the Hellfire Club closed in around Emma and the new woman, and the guests were shuffled out. Tony winked at her as he left, and she blew him a kiss. Then her attention focused on her opponent. She smirked, not hesitating a moment after the last patron had left. Her psychic attack was vicious, and she stripped away every emotion the woman had ever felt, dampening her pleasure centers, ripping out the receptors for pain, pressure, even hot and cold. Emma wanted to leave the interloper numb and emotionless. It was for her own good, really. If she ever got that old and hideous, Emma hoped she would be euthanized as well.

She laughed as the woman fell at her feet, and looked around at the only family that mattered to her. Scott left her mind as though he had never been there, and she wrapped her arms around Sebastian, smirking. “Looks like we’re partners again, Sebastian. Think you can handle that?”

Emma was taken from her place in her world in a horribly shocking manner. One moment she was in bed with her lover, the next she was awake on the street of New York, cut off from him completely. To say that she was upset would be giving up a perfect opportunity to use the word unhinged. She soon made an alliance with Shaw, and they spent their time having sex with each other, ending with Emma brutally attacking him during some insanity on Halloween night. The next morning she was contrite, and willing to let Shaw kill her, if he so chose. She even believed that it would happen when someone knocked on her office door. But Shaw wasn't there to get his revenge. Instead, Scott was, telling her that he missed her and that he loved her. The pieces of her mind snapped back into place, with the void caused by losing him filled again.

She soon became her normal self again, and then went a step further, becoming a good, law abiding citizen, and she even became less aggressive in her management, which led to increased prosperity for her company, to her surprise.

She soon became engaged to Scott, and came to realize she was pregnant a month before the wedding. A few weeks later, Scott was also female, which prevented them from moving to San Francisco, since California did not allow gay marriage. Not one to let a good plan go to waste, Emma and Scott married (in similar but differently colored gowns), and settled into a condo in Massachusetts. They lived in peace, if oddness, for a time before they were pulled away from that and tossed into war again.

The women found themselves in a strange world, far different from the one they had been in before. Emma worked hard to keep herself and her now powerless husband safe through their pregnancies, and then while the children relied on them for food. It was a relief to them both when they finished weaning the girls and Scott regained his previous body, once again male. It was a similar relief when they were taken from that world and put into Dar Oma. Anything had to be better than being treated a second class citizen for their lack of god-like magical abilities.

The day was bright and warm, a slight breeze stirring the air. Emma had set up a blanket on the grass, and had the girls with her, all three of them laying out to enjoy the sun. She'd brought a book and banana for all of them, though the girls were more interested in chewing on the books than anything else at the moment, waving their chubby fists in the air as they chattered in sounds that were coming close to being words.

She smiled at them, stroking their hair softly, each in turn. They were beautiful. She was so grateful for the chance to raise them in relative peace.

The older one, by a month, got to her hands and knees, wandering off the blanket. Emma watched her carefully, but didn't get up. It was not her style to inhibit exploration, and it wouldn't do the girl harm to wander around in their own backyard. Beside, it would be easy enough to catch the little one.

The younger girl continued to chew on her book, babbling at her mother. Emma wondered if she was trying to communicate, or if they were just sounds she was making. It was such a curious thing to her. But she was afraid to link her mind to the childrens', for fear of affecting their normal development. Beside, it would do them both good to push her to talk, if she wanted to be understood. It was a rare enough skill in adults.

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