TW: Mention of Death and Werewolf Attack




Name: Emerald Sapphire Cartwright
Nicknames: Emery
Titles:
Date of Birth: October 4, 2004
Age: 15
Blood Status: Pureblood (Turned Werewolf)
Hometown: Boston, Massachuetts
Current Home: Swansea, Wales
Nationality: Italian-American
School: Hogwarts
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Wand: 11 inches, Vinewood, Jackalope Antler


Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Her hair is long and she tends to keep it parted in the middle, and she is notorious for styling it.
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Skinny
Height: 5.6
Other Distinguishing Features: Her freckles
Clothing Style: She likes to dress rather rebellious notorious for ripped jeans, and flannels. She likes to keep her style in the nineties. Her favorite being grunge.



I know my chance at a normal life was stolen long ago.

Although to me the idea of being normal is just very far out. My chance at a normal life left went out when I was born into a rich ass family who are American celebrities. A life that is just boring and I know others say they lost my human the night I got attacked while I was trying to save my father, and ended up in St. Mungos for days.

Okay me being only eleven was pretty traumatic. Even though I am doing fine, and that is because I became a werewolf by putting my big girl pants on. My sister will say it happened differently, but I know the truth, and as much as I love her I know she likes to talk a whole bunch of a shit, due to how sad she always is.

She is really sad, and in my mind my dad died trying.

To say the least, it never really been something I let get to me. Or so everyone wants to disagree, and say my loud nature is a direct cause due to how I used to be a quiet little girl who barely talked, and got in trouble by climbing trees, and trying to jump off big rocks into all the falls we used to go too while growing up.

I just think it made me realize who I was, and that my father died being proud. It is safe to say my family doesn’t quite understand. Which is fine, but the person I am is something I am proud of despite my lack of rules and having a filter. Despite the fact I need to go into the woods every month and change into a wolf.

It doesn’t bother me, but the one thing that I hate is the idea of being normal.

My life was never normal, and I understood that a long time ago. I am also pretty sure I got a target on my back due to my nature and understanding being pretty abrupt. They just don’t know how to handle me, and that is that. I really hate to break it to them, but it’s the god's honest truth, and right now all I care about.

I am trying to live my life, and hope my sister comes to reality.