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Car
It's a nice car. But it's a more than a decade old. 2012 Audi R8 Spyder (V10) in a shimmery, slate blue color. To Em's credit, the car is in pristine condition (she knows how to check the oil, the tire pressure, and even change a flat tire -- but she also knows a very trustworthy mechanic and has the vehicle serviced at regular intervals; and she knows a guy who installed a state of the art security system) if one doesn't count the mileage on the odometer in that assessment. It's a convertible, but then this is SoCal. It's not a car with an ostentatious name brand. But it's quality. And the girl apparently knows how to -drive-. (Inherited upon her father's death, along with enough that she gets by just fine without needing to work for more than money for play. But she's not rich. Just well-invested and set up. Unless one takes note of her expensive camera equipment, it'd be easy to guess she's working class. Truthfully enough. She does have several very part-time jobs and commitments.) The car, however, with its powerful engine and its manual transmission, somehow suits her. Sunglasses, auburn hair whipping in the wind, and a small smile. That's the snapshot, right there. Careful, though. Mimi is rather protective of her car. Perhaps there's some feeling of connection to her deceased father for her in it.
Environment
Mimi believes everyone has a responsibility to care for the environment. She participates in clean-ups, recycling programs, community outreach, and other such activities. She enjoys spending time in natural settings.
Local
She went to school in a middle/upper class neighborhood of Prospect. Were you in high school locally between 2015 and 2019? Did you attend the post high-school Kennedy School of the Arts in 2019-2020? Did you meet her while she was a barista for a few months at Coffee People in 2022? Do you go to raves around town or hang out at flea markets? Do you attend environmental events around the area? Maybe you've met. Perhaps you were classmates. Do you know any of her NPC contacts? Want to establish a pre-existing relationship?
Loft Living
Emilia lives in the industrial district of town in a loft that someone who had a six figure salary might have (resources: 4). Do you live nearby? Neighbor?
Music
With an inherited older but higher end record player and a (also inherited) wall of albums (the majority of which are pre-2008), Mimi loves all kinds of music. Her tastes run all over the place. Share something new with her and she'll be your pal.
GOOD LUCK?
She was always interested in secret things that people explain away, superstitions, the suggestion of the existence of aliens or other creatures, alchemy, a strange sort of magic endowed in people and things, and so on. She has her own opinions on the afterlife, her own compendium of superstitions for just about any occasions, and believes very seriously and strongly in LUCK, good and bad.
Parties
Mimi enjoys having a good time. Drinking, dancing, meeting new people, maybe a few of the lighter recreational drugs ... Once she's there and in the zone? With the right company, anything could happen.
Passport
Emilia traveled extensively with her mother and father throughout Western Europe when she was younger before her mother passed, and then later, her father, too. She'd like to travel more, but she'd prefer to do it with a friend or two.
Photography
It's rare that Emilia isn't seen with her camera. Most often she uses a Nikon Z7 II body with a 24-120 mm lens. She moves as though the camera is more an extension of her body than an item she carries around. She takes pictures of all sorts of things, but one of her favorite things to do is go someplace busy and public and take candid shots of people doing the things people do. From time to time she finds a bistro or coffee shop or upscale market with a seating area in which to display her work for sale.
Rare Finds
Flea markets, yard sales, thrift stores, consignment shops. (Oh my?) One of Mimi's favorite activities is finding diamonds in the rough, steals, or one-of-a-kind items. (See below: buttons)
Not about a flea market, or at a flea market. From a flea market. Of it, born from it, cobbled together or fashioned from pearl-handled baby spoons, Amish clocks, weathered license plates, frayed copies of Life magazine, beat-up ukuleles, cigarette smoke, dried mud, and the lazy cacophony of hagglers, collectors, and weekend comedians. Neither song is dressed as kitsch or irony; they’re not dressed “as” anything. Each is simply the expendable, the boxed-up and unpacked, the well-handled, common, and priced-to-sell stuff of shopworn America that someone thinks ought to be worth something to somebody. And it is. (Flea Market Music, Pop Matters: The Felice Brothers)
Tattoos
Em has a few tattoos, some of which will be visible, depending on the situation.
Right hand lower arm and ring finger: tangling vine.
Left hand, inside wrist: two delicate fish loosely alluding to Yin and Yang.
Left collar bone almost to shoulder: Flying bird or birds.
Left rib cage, high: simple ocean wave, minimal line work.
Right side of abdomen: Octopus about the size of a small hand or a large palm.
Vintage Buttons (early to mid 20th century, fashion buttons)
Em collects these somewhat compulsively. But she's very picky. It's not unusual for one to fall out of one of her pockets if she's digging there for something else. It's not a secret, but she doesn't advertise. However, if you figure this out and find the Right One? You win. And she can't be held responsible for her reaction. It's the law. (Or not.) A certain button on the right occasion presented in just the right way might just be better than jewelry.
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