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Emma Jane Trevelyan SPOILER!!: Played by DaniDiNardo 
Emma Jane Trevelyan =====Basic Bio=====
Name: Emma Jane Trevelyan
Date of birth: March 25, 2044
Age: 37
Residence: I don’t believe that’s any of your business
Blood Status: Pureblood
Pets: N/A
=====Appearance=====
Hair: Dark Brunette
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5”7
Distinguishing Features: N/A
=====Magical Me=====
Former House: Slytherin, the hat wouldn’t be mad enough to put me somewhere else.
Wand: 11 3/4” Oak, Dragon Heartstring, Rigid
Boggart: That’s classified Information.
Amortentia: Now wouldn’t you like to know.
=====Family If you can call them that=====
Mother: Olivia Marron
Father: Evan Trevelyan
Sibling(s): Evangeline Harper (younger), Jacob Trevelyan (older), Andrew McCallin (younger)
Other: Edmund Marron (Uncle)
=====Personality=====
Emma isn’t the type of woman to sit around and wait to be handed an opportunity. For as long as she can remember she’s always been a go getter, the one who didn’t take no for an answer and always found a way even if she had to make that way by force. She doesn’t have the patience needed for most negotiations or the compassion required when a deal goes wrong. Everything has to go according to plan—her plan. Her personality is a strong and somewhat overpowering one. Once she has her sights set on something she’ll take it and doesn’t do well with opposition of any kind. By nature she’s a rather cold person, lacking even the smallest hint of empathy. Her humour is a dry one and her idea of fun is questionable by most. Her smile isn’t to be trusted. Very rarely is it shown and when it is, one shouldn’t expect something good happening.
=====History===== SPOILER!!: Click thiiis
Emma was born on March 25th to a mother that had no proper means of taking care of her and a father that wanted nothing to do with her. Needless to say she never saw much of him, the last she saw of him was her 2nd birthday when he stopped by the house to inform her mother that he didn’t want to be bothered about her anymore. Despite the fix her mother had gotten them in she went and had another child, Emma’s younger brother Andrew. He further sucked the resources they didn’t have, forcing them to live from sickle to sickle in order to survive. Growing up, neither she nor her brother received much in the way of affection and she soon convinced herself that it was not needed or in the least bit wanted. This led to her rather detached way of looking at the world. To her, nothing mattered.
Her mother could never afford to pay for private tutoring or the expenses brought on by the public school system, as a result she did not receive any form of formal education until the age of 12 where she was taken by her uncle who agreed to pay all her Hogwarts expenses as he refused to have what he considered a ‘quick’ mind go to waste.
Living with him, there wasn’t much more affection than that received at home. This didn’t bother her. Where her uncle lacked in the affection area he more than made up for in the area of providing her with opportunities. He taught her to go after whatever she wanted, not to doubt herself, and to never fall prey to having sympathy for others as it usually led to one’s own undoing. She took each of his teaching’s to heart, putting them into every area of her life. At school Emma had little time for anything but bettering herself and spent her summers at a Mechanical Shop owned by her uncle’s friend, unofficially earning her own money. This continued every summer until she graduated at which point she moved out of her uncle’s in the hopes of starting her own life.
Starting over, however, would prove difficult. Out in the real world she found that it wasn’t enough to simply be detached, one also had to be ruthless. Just after landing a job with a prominent business firm rumours began spreading of fraud somewhere in the company. Upon an official investigation files were shredded, records destroyed and the bulk of the blame left on the innocent intern that had only just started. Emma was not amused, nor was she willing to go to jail for something she’d never bothered to even concern herself with. Having decided this, she planted her own ‘evidence’, created her own files, gave a few well received threats to the auditors and found enough dirt to discredit every member on the company’s board. No one believed she would have pulled it off and they were even more confused when within the next three years, she managed to gather enough board members and their shares, help the company rebuild then take it over. No one ever figured how she managed to accomplish this but there was never anyone brave enough to ask.
Emma ran the company with an iron fist, keeping a tight rein on all areas. Promoting where she saw fit and firing where she no longer saw any need. It all seemed to be going well until her right hand, someone she had against her better judgment trusted with most of the assets, sold out and took a few members with him hoping to take her down. This time she did fall and fell hard at that. Bitter over the betrayal she went looking for some of the darkest wizards to help her deal with her ‘problem’ but instead found employment with them as an Assistant Shopkeeper down in the notorious Knockturn Alley.
It didn't take long for the then Proprietor, Everard Peverell to put Emma in charge of the day to day runnings of the alley having found her to be a diligent and much more meticulous worker than himself. In this time, Emma was never particularly fond of the man which was due largely to his outlandish personality. By some great stroke of misfortune, she later found herself carrying his child and taking over the alley in his sudden absence.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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