Emma Jackson

"Sometimes you get a splinter sliding down a rainbow. Move on."

Emma is five foot four and a half inches tall and weight one hundred sixty-five pounds. Long blond hair falls nearly to her lower back that she always pulls up into a pony tail. She has an eyebrow piercing on her right side and snake bites, oh and she has hazel eyes. Commenly she wears camo cargo pants, black wife-beaters, and neon sports bras underneath, with combat boots. She has tons of bracelets and wears her fathers dog tags. 

More of the "Get to the point" type of people. She's rather blunt but she tries her best to not be rude about it, though sometimes it just comes off that way. She's rather sarcastic but she loves people. She would give the shirt off her back if she had to. When she's angry it's better to just let her walk off and calm down before talking to her, which she prefers, so that neither parties get hurt.

Constantly carries around her camera, a bottle of water, and some snacks. Occasionally she will have a firts-aid kit in her back or some other girl stuff but those three are normally it. Oh and her cell phone.

Emma's dad worked in the army and her mother was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. When she turned seventeen her father was killed in the line of duty and her mom gave up on life. After appearing before a judge Emma was told that she was allowed to live as an adult and so she got a job and did. She lived in a shabby apartment and had only the neccessities. Once she got a professional camera and uploaded them to a site she became very popular quickly and became a professional photographer.