evan alexandra von stettin [complete]

[misa]

Character Name: evan alexandra von stettin
Nickname(s): ev, evie
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Homosexual
Clique: Hipster
Weight: one twenty one
Height: five six
Appearence:

according to the national center for health statistics, the average height of a fully grown female in the united states is five foot three point eight inches. this makes evan a little bit taller than most other girls but not outrageously so. she, however, is totally okay with being taller than the other girls. because evan is a very competitive person, she likes to be able to look down at other girls but still have the ability to look up and bat her eyelashes at a boy. for the brunette, always having to look up at people is degrading.

even though evan was forced into ballet lessons as a child, she never quite had the ballerina body: small head, long neck, shortened torso, long, lean "attractive" legs, great deal of flexibility, and a bordering on anorexic figure— all of which evan does not have. evan never has and never will be able to pirouette across the stage flawlessly; it's just not the way she was built. in fact the seventeen year old's build is very average.

evan is pale in a tan world, another insecurity that makes her feel more isolated. one of the things evan remembers most about being a child is sunburns (and the scent of coppertone sunscreen), the way that after a trip to the beach she'd be badly burned the following day, and left with freckles dusted over her cheeks as a reminder of the burn's wrath. (natural) tanning has and will never be an option for the brunette. she's experimented around with self-tanners before, but it's never really looked right on her which discouraged her from any form of tanning.

Personality:

if evan had been allowed a normal childhood, she might be normal. she might not be the misanthropic girl that she is today. her wit is as dry as the martini's she drinks and she's bitter for the most part, but has a few friends whom she's known her entire life that she allows in. in order to be friends, she really has to trust you so that she knows you won't stab her in the back, and even still there's always that hint of distrust.

evan is dead serious in her mission to learn about others. there's no fluff or chatter for her, either; she will zero in on the essential questions, gleaning the secrets that lie within. evan will concern themselves with beginnings and endings, and is unafraid of either; she also travels in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray. her curiosity is immeasurable, which may be why she is such an adept investigator. she loves to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. the fact that she has a keen sense of intuition certainly helps.

evan would rather kill herself than be killed. it's life on her terms, too, since she promotes her agenda and see to it that things go forward. others may find this overbearing (it can be) and even self-destructive, but that's the beauty of evan: she has tremendous regenerative powers, much like a lizard can lose its tail and promptly grow a new one. fearless, evan will rarely lose; she just keeps on going, since she's stubborn and determined to succeed. evan works as hard as she does so that someday she can sit back and feel satisfied with herself. she's intense, passionate and filled with desire. evan is also complex and secretive, so don't expect to get much out of her, lest she'll become suspicious and exit stage left.

still waters run deep. evan is very emotional, it's just that she's not as likely to show it. evan's emotions are repressed, kept under cover. again, these are secrets to be used another day. that said, be aware that she's clever, perceptive and always in the mix. her ability to see into things can sometimes be a curse for her, however, since she can take an insignificant matter and turn it into a huge slight. if evan feels like she's been crossed by you, beware. she can turn vindictive in no time flat. luckily, once she catches her breath, she will return to her usual determined and loyal (albeit strong-willed) ways. finally, while she isn't above some subtle manipulation to get what she wants, she'd much rather take a scientific, even mystical path. evan is powerful and passionate, qualities that serve her well, as long as she doesn't let them deteriorate into self-indulgence or compulsion.

evan loves competition in both work and play, which is why she'll air it out in sports and games. extreme sports are right up her alley, as is most anything that will test her mettle. she's got to have an adversary, since it makes the game that much more fun. her colors? powerful red and serious black. when it comes to love, though, evan will soften up a bit and will be caring and devoted with her "significant other", even if she holds on too tight to them (she's very jealous and possessive).

the great strength of evan is in her determination, passion and motivation. she doesn't know the word quit, which is why she will usually get the job done. a powerhouse? like no other.

History:

on may tenth, a screaming baby evan was brought into the world. how cute. from the second she was born, she was coddled and fussed over and doted on. the day she learned to walk, or somewhere around there, her mother decided that she was going to take ballet lessons and dance for the new york ballet, since evan managed to ruin her mother's "perfect ballerina body". the young girl was also forced into piano & voice lessons, which she wouldn't appreciate until much later, even though evan doesn't really do anything with these skills today. when she showed a natural talent for drawing, her mother ignored it and pushed ballet on the little girl even more.

when evan was eight, another baby fell out of mrs. von stettin's vagina. it was decided that this baby would be named olive. baby olive would become the bane of evan's existence. when evan turned fourteen, making olive five, the eight year old's ballet lessons were discontinued so that olive could have private lessons with "california's most prestigious dance teacher" instead of evan, which at the time meant nothing to her. for three days, evan was thrilled that she no longer had to fuck with ballet, but it soon dawned on her: her family did not give a shit about her. since then, evan has gone out of her way to make her family's life living hell.

a year after that, evan discovered the wonderful things that are cigarettes, alcohol, and coffee. it is unusual to see the brunette without a cigarette dangling between her lips or a cup of coffee clutched in her hands. she now gets the worst headache when she goes for too long without some caffeine or a cigarette. her family knows, or so she thinks (how could they not? she always reeks of cigarette smoke) that she smokes, and maybe they just turn a blind eye. more proof that they don't care, perhaps? anyhow, even if they did care, evan would find a way to those cigarettes, that alcohol and that coffee.

as for her love life, evan has had a grand total of two boyfriends and each one she managed to chase off with her unwillingness to move on to sex. ever since the brunette was a baby she was always more mature than her friends. she hung out with the older kids and always found boys to be somewhat immature and revolting, for that matter. her sophmore year, evan kissed a girl at a party while playing truth or dare and realized that was was wrong with her love life: she'd been looking for it in all the wrong places. when she lost her virginity later that same year to a past boyfriend, she was dead certain that being straight was not how her body worked. that night, after he rolled off her and started snoring, she realized that she was a lesbian. she hasn't come out to her family, yet, because even though california is a very liberal state, she's still unsure of how her family would react.

Sample Rp:

a cigarette dangled between her coral lips as she moved the stick shift into gear. the ridiculously long ash of her cigarette hung over her lap; threatening to fall at any given minute. evan grabbed it between her index and middle finger and ashed out the window, gnashing her teeth at the asshole in front of her who couldn't drive. her arm rested out of the window for a few seconds as the person in front of her took their sweet time. as soon as the car next to her moved, evan planned to switch lanes and blow past this butthole who couldn't drive.

evan's car was a total p.o.s. a lemon, if you will, somewhere around nine hundred years old. the driver's door won't open unless you kick it three times (there's a lot of scratches on it because of this), it reeked of cigarette smoke and coffee, and evan was 99.9% positive the previous owner of this car had parkinson's and a weird thing for bbq sauce 'cause there were some odd stains in this baby, it got terrible mileage, and had broken down on a number of occasions. other than all of that, it was a great car, really and truly. evan bought it the second she graduated and moved out.

evan dropped her cigarette out of the window, hit the turn signal, and changed lanes. there, now she was free to at least drive the speed limit and not five goddamn miles under it. today evan was driving without a purpose: she got in her car to simply get in her car and listen to pink floyd. she hadn't even been feeling cramped or restless. these feelings usually brought her to her car to go bump around town, increase her risk of being mugged, and definitely piss her off about other people's inability to drive. okay, she was a tad (or maybe a lot) misanthropic, but really, could you blame her? actually, you probably could. evan was no where near perfect: she was convinced the human race was doomed; had a hard time dealing with cashiers, waiters, and waitresses; children are bastards; and dealing with other people sometimes left evan exhausted. the truth was that most people sucked and evan was lucky enough to know it.

but after all that, at the end of the day, when she was tired, bleeding, sweating, and in need of coffee evan really just wanted a nice guy or girl to come home to and cuddle with. someone who didn't care that she smoked like a chimney, or sometimes had too many margaritas, or drank coffee like a fiend-- holy fucking shit, coffee! evan swerved instantly to the green and white circle that was her world, leaving a bunch of upset people in her wake. dumbasses. oh, hold up— no drive-thru? this was an abomination! what kind of place was this that in the 21st century they did not have a drive-thru? evan put her lemon-of-a-car in park and weighed her options in her head: go in and get coffee and risk her car not starting back up or suffer a caffine-induced headache... hmm, her car not starting was a risk she was willing to take.

turning the key in the ignition, the car shut off and evan grabbed the door handle. "you better fucking start when i get back, understand?" she growled at the car and kicked the dented and scratched door close. a mother and her child in the parking space next to her stared. "it doesn't close unless you, uh, like, kick it..." evan mumbled and looked at the ground, feeling somewhat embarrassed. she wanted to yell at them not to stare at her, that she knew their type, that the woman was a soccer mom and her kid was going to grow up to be either a perfect citizen or a whore who did nothing for society. her face flooded with color as evan turned on her pink doc marten clad heel and rushed inside.

the sweet, warm and comforting blanket of coffee smell relaxed her. it washed away all the thoughts of the stares and comforted her. god, if i could just smell like that all the time! her eyes closed and she breathed in deep. fortunately, there was no one in line; this made evan's mood better. when she got to the register, already knowing what she wanted, she noticed the cashier was cute girl, probably around her age. "just a... black coffee. thanks." evan handed the girl a crumpled ten dollar bill that had been shoved in her jeans' back pocket, got her change, and waited for the dudes that make her coffee to make it. she whispered her thanks and turned around to the door, staring at her car. to get in or not to get in... that is the question. no, dealing with her car not starting right now was not on her list of things to do. she wanted to sit and enjoy her coffee, and look at attractive people.

gracefully maneuvering herself through the tables of people typing away on their laptops or giggling with their friends, evan noticed one girl who was alone, sipping some type of tea lemonade concoction. she looked very familiar, and evan stood between two tables of people trying to figure out where she knew her from. she played in one of the bands for the tour, she knew that much... "hey, are you gonna stand there or are you gonna move on?" evan barely heard the person from the table next to her say. "red vel- yeah, that's right." she whispered, before realizing that the hipster looking dude next to her had said something. "god, i hate hipsters." she mumbled under her breath, making sure the guy heard her, but not anyone else.

she smiled bitchily at the boy, a smile that only girls seemed to have mastered, and approached... oh shit, what was her name? cadence? that sounded right, but evan wasn't going to take her chances and end up insulting her when she got her name wrong. "hey, you sing for red velvet, right? i'm evan, i play guitar in the lovelies. we're, uh, on tour together." it was a huge tour, there was a chance that she didn't know evan's band... evan felt awkward. her greeting was awkward. this whole thing was awkward! i need a cigarette... could she not be so awkward next time?

Celeb:

camille l.

Out Of Character:

sup? i'm misa, i'm fourteen and i've rped for about two years. my aim's johnnyripperrr, though i'm never on, and i'm currently on one other site 'cause the seem to always be dying D: i think that's it c: ANDMYFAVORITEBANDISOASIS<3

[aangel]

oasis is an amazing band! anyway.

the appearance is just a few sentences short. if you could add just a little bit more, that'd be really awesome. also, you're missing quite a few capitals. we like to see members excel themselves with their applications, and treat them like they're posts; good grammar and punctuation. other than that, however, everything looks to be in good shape.

kudos for making the first homosexual female on the board. that i know if, anyway. :'D