Emmaline "Emma" Andersen.
Neutral - Is partial towards the Organization, however.
Pyrite Town.
Affected RPers: Sam Webster (Liiammmm)

Emma felt eyes watching her every step. She felt hysteric and in need of something tame to cool her down. Dirty-blonde hair painted over her dark sunglasses sometimes hitting her mouth as she walked. She looked like a mess but Emma didn't care. A tattered hoodie covered her upper body, partially zipped just below her bust while her legs portrayed struggle with torn leggings and shorts. Beside her trotted an overly cautious Jolteon. His spikes were more prominent than usual as the duo stalked around Pyrite Town - a town known for thieves and vagabonds. Not to mention a home for other parahumans, like herself. Ever since the incident in Agate Village, Emma had been edgier than ever. She had mood-swings left and right. Her poor Pokemon were usually subjected to Emma's crazed attitude most times.

Emma licked her lips lightly, moisturizing them, "Flash..." She mumbled, tugging at the drawstrings to her hoodie lightly, positioning her satchel as she glanced down, "Do you think..." She began, then paused in mid-stride unable to keep the conversation going. She stopped forcefully feeling a twitch come-about.

Flash, not noticing Emma, walked straight into her, doubling over on his bottom with a grunt, "Jole..." He muttered, "Why did you stop?" He growled, regaining composure.

Emma snapped from her twitch and glanced down, "Hmm? You say somethin'?" She muttered, blowing the hair from her glasses before continuing forward.

Flash rolled his eyes with a huff, "Figures." With that, he continued on foot with Emma until she stopped without notice once more, only two minutes later, "Alright Emma... What is it now?" He growled, stamping his foot on the ground.

Emma felt her heart skip a beat. Her mind began to cloud and judgement was fading. She wasn't sure which way was up or which way was down. Confusion was setting in and Emma knew what was about to happen, "F-Flash..." She groaned, slapping her hand to her forehead, "I'm feeling nauseous... I think... I think I'm going crazy again..." She whimpered, unable to think straight. This was normal for Emma lately since developing her parahuman abilities. Ever since the cluster in Agate, Emma had developed an undiagnosed case of Bipolar Disorder - however, with her disorder it usually affects her much more often than the normal person due to her now innate abilities.

Flash pricked his spikes, worry painting his expression, "A-Are you sure? Maybe you're going through your happy phase?" Hoping for the best Flash persisted Emma was going through her hypomania before nudging her towards a bench a couple of steps away.

Emma took a few deep breaths stumbling towards a wall near her right, "Y-You're right." She hesitantly spoke, trying to believe her partner. She looked up, the world still blurry - however, figures were forming and becoming solid. She stumbled forward (looking like a drunkard honestly) paying no attention to anyone around her. Flash's soft nuzzle kept poking her legs from behind and just when they were about to reach the bench Emma felt pressure on her body, doubling over onto Flash who let out a bark.

The blunt object snapped Emma into a conscious state allowing her to think and see clearly. She shook her head and pushed herself off of Flash when she noticed the object she walked into was in fact, a person. A male by the looks of it - or, so she thought. The person was dressed in a dark attire that seemed to match and blend perfectly with the location. Emma grunted, refusing an apology as she pushed herself back up looking the creature over with dark, emerald eyes. A flash of amber flickered across her irises but nothing more. She was uninjured but that didn't mean Flash had the same impression.

Flash grunted as he regained his composure once again. His eyes glazed over the tall figure who dwarfed both Emma and himself. He felt insecure about his height but that didn't stop his confidence over himself and the overwhelming need to protect Emma. His spikes grew larger as a deep growl hummed in his throat.