Emily is 6'2" tall and has a very fit build. She had been a model before being unceremoniously shovel-whacked and conscripted into the unlife of a vampire. She is naturally platinum blond and has piercing blue eyes. She always stood out in life, and could never travel without being noticed. Obfuscate quickly became her tool of choice and she can often be found, if at all, hiding under the Cloak of Shadows, safe from notice for once in her life. She looks to be a woman in her mid-late 20s.

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Emily, was a woman named Emily Wainwright. She came from a remarkable Icelandic/English bloodline which left her standing six feet two inches tall in bare feet. Her hair grew naturally in platinum blond and her eyes were a bright, piercing blue. She had the genetics to possess and easily maintain an excellent, athletic build. As an attractive young woman, she got into modeling which was intended at the time to put her through school. Her career took off and the dream of college passed quickly by, replaced with an ever expanding variety of things they wanted to put her face on.

It was not long before she could only go out in public with bodyguards. There were always eyes on her, watching what she said, did, ate, wore, didn't wear. People wanted to know who she was dating, why, if he was 'the one,' and if they had plans to become serious. She was harassed by paparazzi, one of whom stalked her and it took a trio of restraining orders from various judges, four cracked ribs, a fractured tibia, dislocated shoulder, several black eyes, and a concussion at the hands of her bodyguards exacting a little vigilante justice before the man came at her with a gun.

Blond Eddy took a pair of 9mm hollow points to the hip and a third that only just hit the bottom of his vest, mushrooming against the kevlar instead of his intestines. Eddie Mac and Little Jimmy took down the crazed man, took the gun away from him and managed to restrain themselves from caving the bastard's head in with any of a number of nearby implements. Big Jimmy worked to keep Blond Eddie from bleeding out while Katie C. and Catelyn K. covered Emily.

That had been six months back. Emily had been in the city to visit Blond Eddy who'd just gotten a clean bill of health from the docs and finished his last physical therapy session the night before. It was an unscheduled visit, on the DL, and she'd only brought The Katies to watch her back while she traveled almost incognito. She remembered leaving the bar with the three of them and there being a scuffle before she was hit over the head and blacked out. She had no idea if The Katies or Blond Eddy were even still alive.

Dying and being reborn had changed Emily, Burke thought for the better. She had spent the better part of a week in veritable isolation with little human contact and no one dictating her schedule down to the second every day. Even the loss of such a significant portion of her 'natural beauty,' didn't seem to phase her as much as expected. She confided to Burke that her appearance had only ever been important to her as a means to an end. The pathological devotion to every last detail had been pushed on her by the people who wanted her to succeed, or rather, wanted to profit from her success.

She felt that her career had wilted her intellect through overexposure to shallow, vapid people who cared only for seeing her and being seen with her. Emily could not recall the last conversation she'd had with someone new, before Burke and Vance, that lasted for longer than ten minutes, or waxed to topics she actually gave a damn about. While her people had put her face on a number of different causes, regardless of how she felt about them personally, the one cause she really cared about was privacy. Her own personal lack thereof, mostly.

From Naomi, she had learned that she was embraced what was called a City Gangrel. Some kind of animal feature was part and parcel of their particular transformation, but what happened to Emily was apparently new. She could still walk perfectly upright and her balance was impeccable as always, better even. She moved with a casual, liquid grace beyond the ken of most dreams. From the waist down, while still largely human in proportion, her body had transformed largely into a sort of human/canine fusion. Her legs were shaped like canine ones, with paws and claws and fur and the different set of joints possessed by the members of canidae. At the same time, they continued to permit her to walk about as a human would. Of course, the complete lupine tail helped with balance and to drive home the point that the change was not merely cosmetic.

By far the least concerned out of everyone about the transformation, Emily told Burke that she was actually pleased. If for no other reason than that it gave her a permanent excuse to stay in hiding and away from people. She felt no shame or dismay, only pure, unadulterated relief. She hoped very much to be able to find her old bodyguard team and get them back on her side. She said she had a chunk of savings stashed away under a false name in offshore numbered accounts.