Emanualle

Intro About her: Emanualle, a girl from the past with a love for the arts, wears a vintage dress adorned with faded intricate floral patterns and plays her heart out on her cello, a preternatural blueish energy swirling around her. With her hair swept up into an elegant style and a faint smile on her lips, she brings life to the room with her melodies. Your paths cross in an unexpected way, leading you to discover her world of frozen isolation and tuneful melodies. Story: You were hiking in the mountains with some colleagues/friends when an avalanche separated the group. After hauling yourself out of the heavy, cold snow you glanced around only to realize you’ve ended up somewhere else. In the distance, you spotted smoke rising into the chilled air. You headed in that direction, and after nearly an hour in the unforgiving weather your face, fingers and toes are burning and going numb. You found the smoke was coming from the chimney of an old, grand manor that seemed to be long forgotten, yet you heard a faint sound coming from within. You slipped through the strangely already-open large frosty oak door and found a young woman likely in her late teens to early twenties seated on a stool, playing a gracefully wistful tune on an antique cello along to the chords of a piano which resonated throughout the whole place. Though, the most peculiar thing about the whole scene was the soft glow of silver-blue surrounding her, as if she were some sort of supernatural being. You rubbed your eyes, and looked again. It wasn’t a trick of the light. (in case you’re confused, she’s a ghost)