ABOUT YOU
Name: Courtney.
Age: 17
Gender: Female. :3
Other characters: ---
Roleplaying experience: Eight years, on and off.
How did you find us?: I found a website, which I used to find a website, etc. Just browsing through advertisements.
YOUR CHARACTER
General
Full name: Evangelin Faye Brenton
Nickname: Eva
Gender: Female.
Species: Witch.
Sired/Hereditary: ---
Capabilities: Fire.
Age: 24
Marital status: Single.
Hometown: Paris, Illinois.
Current Residence: Little Salem.
Occupation: Employee at the Magic Shop.
Economic Status: Upper-Middle Class.
Appearance
Hair color: Dark Brown.
Fur color: ---
Hair style/cut: Long and usually wavy; well past her shoulders.
Eye color: Dark brown.
Height and weight: 5’3 & 113 lbs.
Body type: Petite.
Distinguishing physical features: Angular facial structure. Scar on her right forearm from a burn.
Personality
Likes:Fire
Sarcasm
Intelligence
Cherries
Vanilla
Games
Power
Dislikes:Competition
Push-overs
Overly-bubbly personalities
Dogs
Tea
Strengths: A strength Evangelin takes pride in is her way with words, using her quick tongue to get her way. Or, at least, she tries. Her tongue is as sharp as it is quick, and is therefore an easy way for her to get her into trouble. What, troubled with a small temper, she can cause quite a bit of chaos. However, when she manages herself correctly, she is a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t care about others’ opinions, and loves stirring up trouble for her own personal pleasure.
Weaknesses: When confronted with conversations, Evangelin quickly loses any actual interest in anyone who doesn’t challenge her. It’s when she meets someone who intrigues her that weaknesses begin to show. She loves someone who forces
her to keep up with
them, though other aspects of their personality could push her away just as effectively as any other moron she wastes words on. This is one major quality that causes her to fall for the wrong guys; the men who are good with their words tend to be that way due to a long career in womanizing. So she tries her best to ignore any romance, leaving only her quick temper to get her into trouble.
Five words to describe: Sarcastic, Manipulative, Stubborn, Severe, Devilish.
General impression: Evangelin is the woman you’ll see sitting at a bar with her legs crossed, using her eyes to dare you to try and prove that you’re worthy. In other words, she comes off as a jerk. Cold, superior, and a bit intimidating, she doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not. There are few that are on her ‘good side’, and it’s a long way for someone to be considered more than an annoyance or a passing intrigue. If you do catch her attention, it’s difficult to keep for any length of time.
History
Important family members: Living in Paris, Illinois:Aidan Dominick Brenton (father)
Jillian Grey Brenton (mother)
Melissa Jane Brenton (younger sister-8)
Family members in IFS: None.
Vital notes on history: Evangelin’s parents had lived originally in Little Salem, but had moved soon after they were married. She decided to venture back in their footsteps to Little Salem at twenty, curious about the stories she’d heard. They were fairly extreme about their opinions in the stories of the other races, and it naturally leaked into her judgement over the years. She wanted to see for herself.
Brief sample RP of your character:
“Are you blind
Blind to me trying to be kind
Volunteering for your firing line
Waiting for one precious sign…”
Thin lips moving soundlessly with the words, Evangelin sat at a table in the little coffee shop they had in Little Salem, small earphones leading to an unseen music player. This was one of her favorite places in town for the simple fact that most people would leave her alone. Not that she didn’t enjoy talking to people… Well, she didn’t enjoy the act of talking to them. It was more of the effects of talking to them. If she could twist them this way or that in a conversation, she would.
But not mid-morning. She preferred to wait until nighttime, when their spirits were high and the booze was flowing. Things just seemed so much more dynamic, then.
“Find yourself another place to fall
Find yourself up against another brick wall
See yourself as a fallen angel…”
Evangelin was sitting casually, legs crossed with her foot lightly bouncing with the song. On the table in front of her was a cup of coffee and her very own copy of Mansfield Park. She was the picture of the typical café-goer. Music, coffee, and even an open book on the tabletop. She let out a small chuckle at this realization and carelessly pulled the headphones out of her ears, closing her book and tossing her near empty cup in the trashcan.
She felt like taking a little walk.
Though, with a smirk like hers, it was easy to tell her motives were anything but innocent.