GARSTON, Emery Arizona

[Emery Arizona Garston]

EMERY ARIZONA GARSTON

FULL NAME: Emery Arizona Garston
NICKNAMES: Emmie, Em
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Locksmith.

HAIR: Long black wavy locks that she usually brushes and goes with.
EYES: brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none really.
TATTOOS: none.
PIERCINGS: ears twice
PLAY-BY: Olivia Munn

LIKES: beating her previous time, sour keys, rock music, oversized headphones (especially whilst working), walking along the water's edge, "Playing" on the computer, her job, dogs, comedy movies, sci-fi shows, homemade persimmon bars, quirky cocktails, cooking, fresh herbs, caramel apples, music festivals, street fairs, throw pillows
DISLIKES: city traffic, cold tea, missing an appointment, having to explain things a dozen times, those ridiculous adult colouring books, Derek's off days, laundry days, cleaning the house, cats, fake flowers, chapped lips, flat pillows, clowns.
FEARS: clowns (mostly being stolen away by them), the sewers, cockroaches.
SECRETS: Emery loves Nora Roberts books. She has no idea what it is about them, they're literally all the same set up but she just can't get enough.
PERSONALITY: Emery, named so because her parent's were expecting twin boys and never considered a girl's name (even though it totally works), was born with a wicked sense of humour, in fact, it's quite morbid and she's pleased as punch with it. She's a bright woman but she doesn't think having a degree in something makes you any better than anyone else. She doesn't have onw and life has been working out pretty damn good for it. She isn't exactly a romantic. In fact, she's quite quirky when it comes to dating. She isn't the girl who'd love chocolates and flowers, she likes tool kits and locks; and computer components. She's more about substance than fluff and would appreciate a meaningful conversation over giggles about some guy's hair with her girlfriends. She is stubborn beyond the point of reason, refusing to give up when she knows she's right. She is definitely a fighter and will not give up until her point is seen. She's a loyal friend and believes herself to be quite trustworthy despite having that secretive government job. Emery likes to think she's funny but she's also well aware that because she's got that totally morbid sense of humour, it might come across a bit awkward. She really doesn't care if she's awkward, she'll continue to live her life as is; except she's not going to lie to her family about her career. Honesty is the best policy and Emery doesn't want to have any secrets with the man who manages to steal her heart.

MOTHER: Maureen Garston & sixty-five.
FATHER: Wesley Garston & deceased.
SIBLINGS: Derek Garston & thirty.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Rocco & Alaskan Malamute!
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York.
HISTORY: Emery had an interesting upbringing. Her father was a locksmith, her mother worked for the government, claiming she was just a secretary when the truth was that she was a special agent in charge of a special ops team, more specifically the intelligence unit leading that special ops team around the globe. Only those people knew the specifics of what Maureen was really up to; even her family was in the dark as to what her real occupation was. They thought it was a little odd that she was called into work at all hours of the day and night but Wesley really didn't think that much about it. She worked for the government and they were always quirky like that. Hell, she'd barely taken six months off when their children were born so it was left to Wes to raise their little Hellraisers. Neither child was exactly an angel and Wes had his hands full but he'd taught them both how to do his job, keeping them around the shop when he couldn't find a babysitter or it was after school of they had a day off. It was a little funny to see customers walk in and see only the little girl sitting up on a stool so she could see over the counter to help out with nothing surrounding her but the book she was currently reading. Even at ten, she knew a ton about locks and could even crack a decent enough safe in under ten minutes. She liked it and her skills were part of the reason she was recruited when she'd turned eighteen.

Before that though, she was helping her father around the shop and with jobs, just like her brother and enjoying life. She used her particular skills to do some not so legal things but she'd never gotten caught, that she had been aware of anyway. She was a straight A student, top of the honour roll because she worked for it and enjoyed being a cheerleader. The proudest moment of her life at that point hadn't been crossing that stage to collect her diploma and graduate high school like it should have been, it had been when she'd cracked that safe that even the criminals couldn't get into when the police called her father for help. He had been busy with another job, a lock replacement that had needed both him and her brother so he'd sent her. The cops milling around had been skeptical, after all, she'd been fifteen and had needed to get picked up by a police escort to the crime scene because she hadn't been able to drive herself. It had been more difficult, having had two false starts but she'd managed it, and she'd done it in under thirty minutes. It would have been sooner but she'd taken a good fifteen minutes to get the cops to piss off and let her work, then of course, she needed to get her headphones and zone out.

So walking across the stage was just a next step in becoming her father's apprentice. As twins, she and her brother did a lot together so she had thought he would do the same as her. He had liked it just as much as she had but he'd apparently had other plans and hadn't told her them until it was too late. At eighteen, he'd joined the army, did his civic duty and got an education out of it as well in law. She went on to become her father's apprentice all while fearing for her brother's life, waiting for that phone call or the knock on the door telling them that he'd died in battle. Thankfully it had never come but even while she was being pursued by her mother's division, she worried. Her mother's intelligence division wanted the best and she was right up there but she had absolutely no interest in being a spy or some sort of intelligence gatherer. She wanted to have a small shop, or even work for her father and that was her plan. Tragedy struck only two short years later however, when her father had a heart attack whilst on a job. It was sudden and extreme and he didn't make it to the hospital. She was the one called since her mother couldn't be reached and her brother was overseas again. So it was up to her to deal with everything. It was about a week after his funeral that she was going through his books and things at the shop, having officially taken over when she came across some things that didn't quite add up and a phone number.

Emery called and fell into the world she'd turned her back on two years beforehand. Her father, her mild mannered, slightly racist with his jokes father had been a go-between for the government and their undercover agents. She couldn't wrap her head around her. Her father hadn't missed a single soccer game, piano recital or important moment in either of his children's lives. How could he be a government agent? It didn't make any sense. He was always home for dinner, made them special pancakes on the weekend and birthdays, he was always around for as long as she could remember. And then she sat down with a pot of coffee and thought about all the jobs he took on his own for as long as she could remember, she thought about the weird ways he'd spoken to some of the customers who'd walk in off the street needing this or that. No matter how much sense it made, she couldn't picture her father being some sort of secret special agent. It wasn't until the man on the other end of the phone number walked into the shop that she started to believe what was going on. And what her role would be in the whole production. With her father's death and her becoming the co-owner of the shop, it was up to her to continue the background work he'd been doing. He collected information from people, collected packages and parcels should there be some and handed them off to the right people when they also showed up. There were specific times and days when she couldn't leave the shop and there were parts that required her to deliver the parcels and packages. It made her mind spin with all the information and the realisation that she couldn't say no, that unless she closed the shop that she loved so much down, they would continue to show up. There was one more man under the employ of the government at the shop but he was mostly the backup, should something come in under an emergency, he would take care of it.

She was twenty years old when she was given a fancy government issued badge and identification and started taking over her father's real work. The following eight years saw her brother return home more than a dozen times before deploying once again. His convoy was hit by a roadside bomb and few of them made it out of the desert alive. Derek had been one of them though he didn't exactly walk away. He lost his leg in the ordeal and returned home more physically broken than mentally. Everyone thought he would need so much therapy to come to terms with the fact that he'd lost his leg. But they didn't know the Garston twins. They were far more resilient, and had terribly wicked senses of humour. He was cracking jokes and bringing up the spirits of his brothers while they were down. He'd always been considered the joker of any group he was in and in the military it was no different. The most trouble he had was learning how to walk with his prosthetic but he admitted to treating it like a video game with achievements to reach to level up. Derek was Emery's hero. Once he was ready, he returned to the family home that Emery took over since her mother's job had her moving from Brooklyn some six years beforehand and Derek started back up at the shop as though he'd never gone anywhere. Despite his law degree, he chose to stick close to home. At thirty, Emery is pleased with how her world has turned out. She's not gotten herself into anything all that serious. She honestly thought her life would be pretty incredible as a sort of would-be spy but the reality was that her life was incredibly dull; except for the jobs she was called in for by the police. She lived for those days.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: Cali has these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a magazine.
SAMPLE:

Pass!

 

[Cali]