FULL NAME svana emmaline cromwell. 
NICKNAMES van, emma, swan (seeing her name is Icelandic for swan).
AGE 174.
GENDER female.
SPECIES hybrid vampire x wiccan
SPECIAL ABILITIES, POWERS, ETC. has both the powers of a vampire and wiccan.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.
JOB cop.
PLAYED BY jennifer morrison.

FAMILY;;

LIEF CROMWELL,, father,, hybrid(vampire/wiccan),, living
CELESTE CROMWELL,, mother,, wiccan,, deceased
BRAYTON CROMWELL,, little brother,, hybrid,, living
HENRIK VALENTINE,, son,, hybrid,, living
NELSON VALENTINE,, ex-husband,, mortal,, deceased



PERSONALITY;;

honest, care free, laid back, spunky, sarcastic, playful, goofy/silly, down to earth, open minded, easy going, selfless, compassionate, motherly, determined, focused, loyal, blunt, driven, competitive, bold, aggressive at times, has a tendency to distrust and push people away, is often awkward, overly protective of those she loves, cautious, tedious, self destructive at times, skeptical, always unsure of things, waits until the last minute, second guesses herself, tries too hard.





HISTORY;;





Oh hello, i didn't see you there. I was kinda looking over police reports that have been going on for the past two weeks, seeing you know the holidays are upon us. So feel free to take a seat, i'll just be a minute or two. Hum? You want to know my story? Well i'm a single mom raising a fifteen year old, nothing much to say there? Oh you know what i am huh? Guess that's new, nobody really knows what i am until it's too late or they are a hunter. So lemme guess you're a hunter? No? Then what are you doing here? Okay so you just want to get to know my story, well aren't you a vague one, alrighty then Rumple. Guess it's story time.... wait do you want me to start from the beginning? Okay, just making sure.



My father was the son of a duke, a well known duke might i add and my mother was a comtesse. Suppose you can say they were a perfect arranged marriage, upon sight i suppose they knew that they would be happy, but the marriage was not to happen for another twenty four moons. My grandfather had been a vampire of an old line back within those times though he refused to mention where he had came from. He just said that during those times, it was not the best times for one such as he. But i'm getting off track again... sorry. Anyway my dad was an adventurous sort. The type of royal that would sneak out of the castle to be among the people, he enjoyed the common folk. Enjoying the every day rustics before he came across a pirate stealing the kings presents upon his name day. Noble as my father was he simply chased down the vagabond boy and reprimanded his wooden sword.



Suppose you can say, that was not the last time he met this vagabond. In reality he met him upon occasion and for a while everything was basically cat and mouse with the two until late childhood where they would become adults. My father was given the most gracious proposal of his life on being a part of the kings expedition to the outer seas. He would be learning to be a sailor and to better handle a sword. It's where i get my moves by the way, but that was the day that my father and his friend were to part ways. But my father being concerned he dueled the vagabond and accidentally stabbed him. Fearing for his friend's life, he changed him so he couldn't die. I don't know how and he will never tell me just exactly how to do it... guess you can say that i could have used that knowledge in saving my husband. But anyways... back on track.



He tried to help him through the transition, but his friend was so stubborn... and in result. The friend used the gift my father gave him against him, to which my dad had to take desperate measures. He threatened him that if he was to ever return to the shores of his land, he would kill him. Because his friend had killed so many people and did not feel any remorse for it. He was using the gift of vampirism as a way to make him rich instead of being thankful he was alive... or so my father says. But dad never spoke anymore about him and when came the time to marry my mother. He did.



Everything was happy and going well for my parents, until i was born. You see. I am a hybrid child. I was born of magic and animal, but i lacked a heartbeat. I was alive...but i was fated to die by the next breath i took and i did. Yes... i was stillborn, but my father... didn't give up on me. You see, for some reason he had this heart that was magically still beating. A delicate procedure i guess but hey as you can see it worked, i still have this hook like scar on my chest though. It get's this weird feeling when i'm around certain people and burns when i'm around people that well... prove to be a danger to me. I guess that's what my father entailed and it wasn't long until Brayton was born. My little brother and i would always get into all sorts of trouble, resulting in my mother always scolding me for not acting like a lady and getting dirty all the time. I suppose i had the heart of an adventurer, the type of thrill seeker that sought to be on the seas and battling sea monsters and gods knew what else. But that was not the life my parents wanted for me. My father... he was very protective over me and always kept me away from the shore where his friend and he used to meet. Telling me it was cursed land and that i should not stray there.... so i didn't for a time, until i grew old enough to hid from the eyes of my father's knights. To make sure that he didn't see nor did his eyes see me flee to the shore. There was always a ship out yonder but it never waded close to the shore and eventually disappeared over the horizon.



As our family ventured from village to village, from village to town... from town to city... from city to state...and from state to Country. I grew bored with the life of a royal and sought my own path upon my nineteenth birthday. You see a lot of time surpassed during my families travels that everything had blurred together and it just became a habit to get with the times. So i did without any effort at all to which when i step foot upon the shores of this new world with a statue of a goddess raising her torch high seemed to take me by surprise at where i was. This new world was extravagant and vast, but my adventure did not end there. You see this is where i met my husband, Nelson. He was an officer at the time and he was on duty upon the time that was attacked, being mugged for apparently the earrings that i was wearing. Last time i wore earrings, lemme tell you. But he came to my aid right as i had broken the man's arm and hand my heel in the small of the attacker's back as i had flipped him over my shoulder to the ground. Suppose you can say that Nelson was impressed and asked me out for a cup of coffee. Back then i didn't know what coffee was or even what an officer was. But he just took it as me living in a very sheltered life under confined supervision. So he helped me learn the ways of this world... and we ended up spending a lot of time together. I even joined the force so i could be close to him and he suggested to the chief that we be partners because i'd be able to have his back.



Things were great and well, things escalated in that short period of time to which i found out i was pregnant with Henrik. Nelson didn't know for a while because i didn't know what to make of it, i didn't want Henrik to be born with the same strange anomally that i had when i was born. So i was afraid... but eventually i couldn't hide the morning sickness and he asked if i was sick. I only stated in the mornings and he seemed to grin from ear to ear only to run off in a hurry only to come back with two things. One was a pregnancy test, of which he told me to test... the second was afterwards. When the test came out positive... he proposed to me and my life was great. Though i was a little worried seeing my family was nowhere around until after Henrik was born. It was weird though, out of the blue i saw my father at the air port with my mother and... then they saw me. Carrying my little son as Henrik grabbed our bags. You see after the hospital and being in labor for a day... i was on bed rest for two weeks? In that time, Nelson got a job opportunity within New Orleans to be sheriff, so that was where we were heading until we came across my parents whom coming from that way. They told me that it was best to stay here... in the harbor of the best well known city... but Nelson had a job opportunity there and i had a life that they didn't decide to be apart of until now so i basically told them to deal with it or shove it up their ass and went with my husband. They unfortunately followed suit after us, which annoyed me but i kept my attention upon my little Henrik whom was as healthy as could be. He's a human wiccan hybrid, which makes him better suited for a normal life then me. But that's okay because was a cool mom.



So after we got settled in New Orleans, everything was just perfect. We were raising our son, i was going to work when he got home and then i got home when he got to go to work. It was a balance, for the most part... until one night when Nelson didn't come home. I turned on the dispatch to listen to the police scanners only to hear something i didn't want to hear. My husband was brutally ripped apart by some animal, some if not all of his remains were splayed everywhere or eaten. I puked... and my son, whom was eight at the time didn't understand.... nor did he understand why he couldn't see his father at the visitation when we had a closed coffin due to the state he was in. My son grew up without a father, and he's now eighteen. What am i doing now? I took up my husband's spot as sheriff and keep the peace between these supernaturals and the mortals. I can't have another casualty like that. Not when my son walks those very streets to go to high school, i won't allow him to get hurt. Since then though i've been having this pins and needles feeling in my chest, it's very uncomfortable and even worse when i'm in my vampire form. I don't know what's going on but... i hope you got what you were looking for listening to my story. Now if you excuse me i got some asses to bust.