Post by smirkish on Jan 3, 2007 18:17:40 GMT -5
Name: Eva River Bould
Pronounced=~ (E-Vuh; River; Bold)
Nickname: E.R. for her initials and her friends usually joke that she would put you in the Emergency Room one day.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
School year: Junior
Appearance: Eva is 5’9, with a slender naturally athletic build; and nice and long, good for running, legs... Weighs around 125 lbs. unless she has gone on an ice-cream binge where she will then typically weigh around 128 lbs. Ohhh. Big change. Grey eyes, and a natural light tan skin tone complete her basic appearance. Aside from her hair.
Eva has dirty blonde hair, which is currently cut in a pixie style. Yes. It’s shorter than most boys. No, she doesn’t care. ~<-3 It dries in like…five minutes when she gets out of the shower, so it’s all good. Clothing wise, she has strange tastes. Most often she’ll be wearing a pair of straight-legged jeans and a t-shirt. T-shirts typically being ones with strange designs on them, or band names.
Well-fitted jeans, loose but correctly sized shirts that aren’t air-thin, and a pair of sneakers and she’s all set. But she is an accessory freak, and can sometimes stretch out into a more…interesting style of clothing. Typically you’ll see this when she is painting or drawing, as she thinks it helps her “channel her inner muse and bring it out”.
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Likes/Dislikes: Constantly listens to music, so she’s a major fan of all kinds of different genres. Mostly drawing while she is listening to music, (It’s her muse…), and spends a lot of time with her pencil and sketch pad. Really loves honest people, and could…verily much do without the liars. Hates being classified and being the same. Huge fan of british slang.
Personality: /WELL/. She can be a bit on the snarky side. Which means she’s all wit, spit, and sarcasm as a show. Even if she likes you she’ll give you a bit of her good old…charm… Which can involve her telling you to “Go crawl in a hole and die”, but she won’t usually say it unless she is sure you won’t get terribly angry or attack her. But in fact she’s a wholly sweet and kind person who would be willing to help anyone with anything…reasonable. Quiet and strange when you don’t know her, but fun and easy-going when you do try to.
History: Parents are divorced, and she rarely sees either. Though she is under her father's guardianship, he is usually busy elsewhere, and she doesn’t often get a chance to see her mother. Which is fine by her, considering it’s not terribly tough to take care of ones-self. She’s changed schools a lot since she was young, going back and forth from parent to parent, but she’s been under her father’s custody for a while now, so she’s settled pretty well into Hilton High.
Other: The images are of myself, yes. No, I'm not one of the hot models you see on here...taken from websites. But that's bloody fake and it bugs me, so I'm just gonna stick to being lovely, scary, ugly, weird, musically and artistically inclined me. Sound good? Grand. ~<-3
PS: Haha...and yah. That first image is of my arm and leg while I'm playing twister. I can bend. xD;
Black sneakers with a white stripe that had loads of brilliantly colorful gel pen doodles all over it scuffed on the sidewalk sharply. Eva scowled and stopped walking to eye her shoe a moment, making sure it wasn’t any worse for the wear. As far as she could tell it would “survive”, so she continued on her way, kicking pebbles off the sidewalk idly. White cords ran from her right hip pocket where her iPod rested to the hook on earphones that were lime green in color. A white tie with a couple of pens and markers clipped onto it swung from side to side as it hung loosely from her neck, complimenting the color of her iPod’s wires.
Bright gray eyes flickered to her watch, eyeing the time. She figured the skate park would stay open late, and she wanted to paint a night scene anyway. Ahh, yes. Paint. A canvas was tucked gently under her left arm, pressing against the black t-shirt that hung comfortably off her frame, bold and bright green letters screamed out the name of some more than likely little known song, by some band called The Aquabats; something about Fashion Zombies. Dark blue straight-legged jeans, extra long so they covered most of her sneakers completed the outfit.
Pencils, erasers, prisma-color markers, paints, and paintbrushes shook noisily in their box that was nestled under the same arm as her canvas. Strangely it matched the jingle of multiple Celtic design bracelets around her left wrists, and more than likely if one could hear the tunes she was listening to on her iPod it would match that as well. Eva was just that way. She matched. And usually it all was coordinated to the music she listened to and loved. One reason her drawings came out so well proportioned…she was surrounded by things that just…fit.
More dancing up to the skate park than walking, she pulled out her earphones to pay for her entry and made her way into the skate park against the steady stream of people leaving, once again listening to music. One could almost call her obsessed. Biting onto the leather thong that held another Celtic charm around her neck, she settled onto a table, propping her easel up against her knees and laying her box of supplies down beside her.
A skater pulled a wicked trick over a nearby table, something not allowed in the eating areas, but she really doubted anyone would stop him. And besides…he looked like a good subject. She pulled a pencil from her box, bit harder into the leather necklace cord, cranked up the tunes, and began to sketch in the dimming sunlight. That was Eva for you. Absorbed in her work, no matter what it was.
Pronounced=~ (E-Vuh; River; Bold)
Nickname: E.R. for her initials and her friends usually joke that she would put you in the Emergency Room one day.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
School year: Junior
Appearance: Eva is 5’9, with a slender naturally athletic build; and nice and long, good for running, legs... Weighs around 125 lbs. unless she has gone on an ice-cream binge where she will then typically weigh around 128 lbs. Ohhh. Big change. Grey eyes, and a natural light tan skin tone complete her basic appearance. Aside from her hair.
Eva has dirty blonde hair, which is currently cut in a pixie style. Yes. It’s shorter than most boys. No, she doesn’t care. ~<-3 It dries in like…five minutes when she gets out of the shower, so it’s all good. Clothing wise, she has strange tastes. Most often she’ll be wearing a pair of straight-legged jeans and a t-shirt. T-shirts typically being ones with strange designs on them, or band names.
Well-fitted jeans, loose but correctly sized shirts that aren’t air-thin, and a pair of sneakers and she’s all set. But she is an accessory freak, and can sometimes stretch out into a more…interesting style of clothing. Typically you’ll see this when she is painting or drawing, as she thinks it helps her “channel her inner muse and bring it out”.
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Likes/Dislikes: Constantly listens to music, so she’s a major fan of all kinds of different genres. Mostly drawing while she is listening to music, (It’s her muse…), and spends a lot of time with her pencil and sketch pad. Really loves honest people, and could…verily much do without the liars. Hates being classified and being the same. Huge fan of british slang.
Personality: /WELL/. She can be a bit on the snarky side. Which means she’s all wit, spit, and sarcasm as a show. Even if she likes you she’ll give you a bit of her good old…charm… Which can involve her telling you to “Go crawl in a hole and die”, but she won’t usually say it unless she is sure you won’t get terribly angry or attack her. But in fact she’s a wholly sweet and kind person who would be willing to help anyone with anything…reasonable. Quiet and strange when you don’t know her, but fun and easy-going when you do try to.
History: Parents are divorced, and she rarely sees either. Though she is under her father's guardianship, he is usually busy elsewhere, and she doesn’t often get a chance to see her mother. Which is fine by her, considering it’s not terribly tough to take care of ones-self. She’s changed schools a lot since she was young, going back and forth from parent to parent, but she’s been under her father’s custody for a while now, so she’s settled pretty well into Hilton High.
Other: The images are of myself, yes. No, I'm not one of the hot models you see on here...taken from websites. But that's bloody fake and it bugs me, so I'm just gonna stick to being lovely, scary, ugly, weird, musically and artistically inclined me. Sound good? Grand. ~<-3
PS: Haha...and yah. That first image is of my arm and leg while I'm playing twister. I can bend. xD;
Role-play sample:
Black sneakers with a white stripe that had loads of brilliantly colorful gel pen doodles all over it scuffed on the sidewalk sharply. Eva scowled and stopped walking to eye her shoe a moment, making sure it wasn’t any worse for the wear. As far as she could tell it would “survive”, so she continued on her way, kicking pebbles off the sidewalk idly. White cords ran from her right hip pocket where her iPod rested to the hook on earphones that were lime green in color. A white tie with a couple of pens and markers clipped onto it swung from side to side as it hung loosely from her neck, complimenting the color of her iPod’s wires.
Bright gray eyes flickered to her watch, eyeing the time. She figured the skate park would stay open late, and she wanted to paint a night scene anyway. Ahh, yes. Paint. A canvas was tucked gently under her left arm, pressing against the black t-shirt that hung comfortably off her frame, bold and bright green letters screamed out the name of some more than likely little known song, by some band called The Aquabats; something about Fashion Zombies. Dark blue straight-legged jeans, extra long so they covered most of her sneakers completed the outfit.
Pencils, erasers, prisma-color markers, paints, and paintbrushes shook noisily in their box that was nestled under the same arm as her canvas. Strangely it matched the jingle of multiple Celtic design bracelets around her left wrists, and more than likely if one could hear the tunes she was listening to on her iPod it would match that as well. Eva was just that way. She matched. And usually it all was coordinated to the music she listened to and loved. One reason her drawings came out so well proportioned…she was surrounded by things that just…fit.
More dancing up to the skate park than walking, she pulled out her earphones to pay for her entry and made her way into the skate park against the steady stream of people leaving, once again listening to music. One could almost call her obsessed. Biting onto the leather thong that held another Celtic charm around her neck, she settled onto a table, propping her easel up against her knees and laying her box of supplies down beside her.
A skater pulled a wicked trick over a nearby table, something not allowed in the eating areas, but she really doubted anyone would stop him. And besides…he looked like a good subject. She pulled a pencil from her box, bit harder into the leather necklace cord, cranked up the tunes, and began to sketch in the dimming sunlight. That was Eva for you. Absorbed in her work, no matter what it was.