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Name: Emily Cohen

Sex: Female

Age: 31

Occupation: Ex-Police Officer

Weapons: SW1911 DK Pistol
Caliber: .45ACP
Capacity: 8+1 Rounds
Barrel Length: 5"
Front Sight: Black Blade Front
Rear Sight: Adjustable
Grip: Wood Grips
External Safety: Ambidextrous
Frame: Large
Finish: Two-Tone
Overall Length: 8 3/4"
Material: Stainless Steel Frame/Carbon Steel Slide
Weight Empty: 41 oz.

Crowbar
-36 inches
-Black Steel

Equipment:

- Flashlight
- First Aid Kit (5 gauzes/3 bandages/half a bottle of alcohol/two packets o'single dose aspirin)
- Shoulder holsters (One gun holster and one storage pack)
- Ammunition (24 rounds left)
- Batteries (Six D sized for Flashlight)

Appearance:

Emily Cohen stands at five feet six inches, not including the extra inch her boot heels add. The former officer has rusty red hair with a few greys here and there. The length of said hair goes to about her shoulder blades, twisted and pinned upward to stay off her neck. Framing her thin face are side-parted fringes that reach her jawline. Clashing with her rusty hair is a pair of big, light brown, eyes that seem tired and cold at times. The officer also has pale skin that contrasts with her dark red hair and eyes. A few light, visible, scars over her right eye and a few on her cheek and top-left of her forehead. Pierced through her small, round ears are cubic-zirconia studs.. Via five finger discount at a nearly destroyed Wal*Mart previous to her time in Raccoon.

As for the rest of Miss. Cohen's body, she weighs in at 153 pounds but is particularly physically fit, give or take a some-what curvy figure. Covering her upper body would be a blue spaghetti strapped, tank-top with a black tank-top layered beneath it. The length of that top reached her hips. Draped over her scarred shoulders would be her should holsters with one holster beneath her left arm for her fire arm and a storage pack beneath her right arm. Covering her bare shoulders to keep warm would be a light-weight, black hoodie that's a size bigger than she is. It's a little torn in a few areas, but it does it's job well.

Around her neck is a round silver pendant with a turquoise gem embedded inside. Also around her neck hangs her silver badge incase she needed to move through areas more freely. As for her the rest of her, she has black fingerless gloves that are scuffed up as bad as her black tactic boots. Dark, dirty jeans and a ragged black belt with a rear pack housing her inventory.

Personality:

Cold and distant from others, Emily could probably be described best as a "sociopath". She seems to be extremely anti-social with a few other mental tendencies. Though not extreme, a few case examples for her issues would be her anger problems. Not much can tick this particular law enforcer off, but given the circumstances, she'll rip you a new one if you cross her in any way she doesn't approve. (Metaphorically of course. Maybe...) Distrust also works against others who attempt to cooperate.

You could be the pastor that everyone loves and proved to have done no wrong and she could find a reason to not trust and/or like you. This woman doesn't have too much of a problem with working with others, but she strongly prefers to stay by her self if she sees you unfit to accompany her. Though over-all she's quite the loner.

There still are a few quirks in this venomous cop, she holds a strong sense of justice and is overly prepared for anything. Protecting and serving isn't exactly the reasons for her former occupation. Emily is the type of woman who just does what comes natural to her. Seeing to it that bad people who deserve to be executed or contained get their "just desserts". For personal beliefs, howerer. Either way, it's a win-win situation for those in need and herself. Headstrong, independant and highly intelligent, is what made Emily a damn good cop.

There still is a heart somewhere beneath that freezing exterior of hers. Somewhere deep down beats possibly the warmest heart any person could possibly contain within them. You may not see it if at all, but she can show signs of affection or overall care to those who are willing to stick around long enough to find it.

History:

Emily Cohen was born June 10th 1981 in New Orleans, Louisiana to Arthur and Lucille Cohen. She had an older brother by the name of Anton Cohen who was adopted immediately after her birth. Her father had greatly wanted a boy to carry on his "legacy" at the local precinct. Due to his gender reversed hopes, he had a baby-girl. That said, however, he didn't treat his daughter any different. He and Lucille loved her very much. Anton, though adopted, had also grown fond of his baby sister. As she grew into a child, Arthur had ensured that he kept his children in tip-top shape, teaching them right from wrong as any parent would, though he would go to an extreme length. Lucille, however, was the parent whom showed physical affection with hugs, kisses and gentle words while her husband was more active and stern with them. The two children never really complained. They enjoyed what they did.

Home schooling was brought upon them until they were teens, in which Anton,age 19, had craved a normal childhood for his sister it was too late for him. Emily, only the young age of 12, hadn't cared much for the idea of public school. The other children in her neighborhood were cruel to her with the name calling and the harassment. They thought her weird because of her anti-social and disciplinary personality. Not being one to withstand nasty commentary about her or her loved ones, she would take evasive action and end up coming home with bruises and scratches, causing the end of her day to become complete with a phonecall from another child's very upset mother. After another year, Lucille enforced public school as she began to worry more about her daughter's happiness. Arthur, wanting to please his wife and hesitantly acknowledging their daughter's behavior, reluctantly agreed.

Middle School through High school was a breeze for Emily, academically. She was placed on the Honor Society every single year until the day she graduated, thanks to her father's strict rules. Socially, however, was completely different story, entirely. As the children tormented her in her childhood, so did they in her teen hood until she reached college.

She stayed long enough for a Bachelor's Degree and headed straight for the Police Academy under her father's instruction. At that time, her father was entering retirement and passing on his role in the precint to Anton who was of age and more than ready to take the job offer. Wanting to please her parents and make them proud, Emily shot through the academy with flying colors. After attending another graduation, she was ready to apply at her Father and brother's station. Unfortunately, they didn't have any openings and no one could really pull any strings to get her in. Atleast not where she wanted to be.

Not wanting a desk job, Emily moved away from home and applied for a position at a local precinct in Pennsylvania back in 2005. Eager to accept such an extraordinary applicant, she was immediately hired. Bursting full of potential, Emily was recognized as an outstanding officer and was just about to get promoted in 2011 when the s**t hit the fan. As the deadly outbreak began, she was notified that one of the areas hit first were Louisiana. It was there that her family had parished. Or rather, were eaten by the infected. The officer tried to get home, but the flights and busroutes were closed down due to "terrorist" attacks including the practice of cannibalism.

It was then that the entire city was shut down and forced innocent civilians to remain in lock down. This was interesting to Emily, seeing as how she was familiar with her newly, rebuilt city's history. Raccoon City was infamous for the viral outbreak inflicted upon it's inhabitants through Umbrella. She could remember clearly when it was announced world-wide, over the news, the radio broadcasts, and was pretty much the the hot topic on everyone's lips.


Introduction:

Emily wandered the deserted streets of Raccoon City. She had considered leaving many times before, but there really was no particular reason to as of yet. Food wasn't as scarce as she had thought it would be. There were still a good number of canned goods that wouldn't expire anytime soon. Sterilized water, however, was running very short. The tired woman sighed and wiped some sweat off with the back of her hand.

Reaching to her pack, she pulled out a bottle of water she had brought from her sleeping quarters and took a nice small swig. She slushed the liquid inside her mouth a bit and swallowed, making a slight, refreshed, 'Ahh..'. Twisting the cap back on and placing it back to where it belonged, she continued her journey through the streets, her destination a few miles away.

She took a few brisk steps forward, her hands wrapped around her gun, right trigger finger pushed against the said trigger, her breath
shortening. She could hear some rustling around the corner. It was a rather dark alleyway and she wasn't prepared to let something jump out and eat away at her face. Breathing through her nose now, she carefully strode by, avoiding grabby hands. Looking back at the figure that stumbed out of the alley, she slammed into another "something". It's funky odor wafted into her nose, causing her to gag and push away from the weak grip of another undead.

It's head arched back a little as it tried lunging for it's ideal meal. Emily grunted and lifted her fire arm up, pointing the steel barrel at the thing's head. Without batting a lash, she pulled the trigger and placed a hole in it's head. The other one began making it's way towards her now. She spun around and aimed her weapon at it but then lowered it gently, putting it into it's holster beneath her arm and pulling out the crowbar.

Nnnngh!!! Mmnnnuuhh!!!

It groaned and moaned hungrily, staggering closer to her. Emily watched a moment before backing away slowly and then doing a 180 and bolting off. She couldn't afford to waste anymore ammo. Standing around and watching the thing wasn't very bright either, but she couldn't help but notice the thick pipe lodged in it's abdomen. Sprinting passed a few billboards, she spotted an old building beside a large barricade blocking out more of the wave of undead. She reached up, grabbed ahold of the fire escape beside the red brick building and pulled herself up.

She struggled a bit since she wasn't really that physically strong, but managed to make it up. She pulled up what was left of the ladder to avoid anything using it to get to her. After that was done, she walked along the small path and grabbed onto the end of the rail, tightly, leaping over it and landing with a short thud. It wasn't that much of a fall, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Looking around, she noticed she had made it around the barricade without hesitation and pressed on into the night in hopes of finding some more bottled water somewhere.

"Maybe I should check a few homes...Or maybe a Sams..." she spoke, to no one in particular.

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