Klein, Evie Rosalyn

[evie rosalyn klein]

EVIE ROSALYN KLEIN ,

angsty, fiery, fun, alcoholic, charming

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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Evie Rosalyn Klein
NICKNAMES: Eve, Ev, Rosie
AGE&GRADE: Junior/17
BIRTHDAY: 6/4
GENDER: female
CLIQUE: druggie (in other words she’s a grunge girl as well)
PLAY-BY: Kaja Lie

PERSONALITY

LIKES: alcohol, grunge, fire, cigarettes, flannels, ripped up jeans, old records, Led Zeppelin, vintage, books, old movies, red lipstick, colored hair, punk, converse, acid washed clothing, the beach, zombies.
DISLIKES: bitchy people, annoying people, clean cut, cold weather, snow, broccoli, panda bears, mainstream music, slugs, dramatic people, undergarments, meth.
HOPES: Evie hopes one day she kind find herself in all the rubble of confusion she is in.
FEARS: Is afraid of walking alone out in the city at night.
SECRET: She picked drinking over being in a strong relationship.
PERSONALITY:
Angsty- Evie is the grungiest angstiest person you could know. She thrives on the anxiety that is pulsing within her, every once in awhile just ready to snap. Though she tells little about her situation, she chooses to cover up her pain with drinking and partying.
Fiery- Evie can be extremely fiery, and talk with immense passion. She may be raging one minute, and calm the next. Sometimes her temper gets the best of her, but she uses it in such a way to spark the charming part of her personality.
Fun- She knows how to have fun in every situation. She may not be the most high strung person, but she can make some laughs. She has constant ideas’ running through her head how to make fun of every situation. While at best, she is a fantastic partier.
Alcoholic- It is a great desire of Evie to drink almost every day, if she doesn’t have it one day…she’ll do something else to deprive the pain within her. She drinks to sooth her nauseous conscious, however, sometimes it gets the best of her. During school she is often hung over, or slightly tipsy…sometimes even full on drunk. She loves to drink.
Charming- Evie has a tendency to charm people she doesn’t know so well, or at least try. She may be the seductive type of girl that gets along with most people due to her nature. She likes to talk in a charming way, keep to charming stories, and charm up any situation. She feeds off of attention this way. She likes to charm both girls and guys.

APPEARANCE

EYES: Evie has beautifully crafted eyes, though plain drab-like brown color. She has a intense deep stare due to the sharpness of her expressive eyes.
HAIR: She has bright blonde choppy, and slightly curly locks she likes to keep messy. She enjoys the fashionable look of her hair. Suiting her personality extremely well.
PIERCING/S: none
TATTOO/S: none
OVERALL: Evie stands a average of five foot five, weighing in a good one hundred and nineteen pounds. For her structure she is considered dainty, but not too dainty. Voluptuous chest, with a dainty waist, and lean long hips. Though she keeps to shorter legs, small and thin. Evie’s overall frame is well built, not athletic or anything…just the right healthy shape.
Her complexion is luckily clear, barely visible to any unfortunate blemishes. Having a small mole on her upper right side of her lip. She has high cheek bones, and slender arching eyebrows; that are often hidden under the mop of her choppy bangs. Her style is wild and complex. She adores dressing in unfashionable ware, that people don’t normally wear. She loves ripped up, acid washed, and tight fitting jeans. Having a closet full of different colored over shirts and flannels. She wears floral skirts with fishnets, and a bright array of blouses. Some may say she is completely infatuated with the Grunge style, but its all in the vintage she loves.

BIOGRAPHY

MOTHER: Katherine Barlow, 39, Bartender
FATHER: Joe Klein, 42, Carpenter
SIBLING/S: Kenzie Barlow, 12, none
OTHER/S: none
OVERALL: Evie was born to what was at first seemed a young picture perfect family. Well, not always in the sense they had been constantly broke since she had first been born. However, they were happy. Though, her father didn’t really know Katherine that well after they had a one night stand and decided to get married after a drunken pregnancy. Well, shit happens…so Evie was told. From an early age Evie had always been a daddy’s girl. He let her get away with even the smallest things that mommy didn’t. Later on, after a year or two…Evie’s mother decided to go back to drinking; with her dad occasionally drinking. However, when Evie’s mother got drunk, she got wasted…and wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around. While her father was away, she could remember abuse clear until her mother got pregnant again.
Her father didn’t find out of this abuse until later on, of course, until Evie admitted it all. When her mother’s pregnancy came along, she one day picked up her bags and left with some man that had actually impregnated her. Katherine a couple years later explained all that had happened to her father, and to Evie. However, this time she had wanted Evie back into her home. However, Evie was much obliged to staying with her father who both had a good relationship.
As she aged, she found out her dad let her get away with drinking and what not, partying. Due to this their relationship grew even closer in a sense, she could talk about everything with.

CREATOR

NAME/ALIAS: Skeeter/Kirk
EXPERIANCE: 10 years
FOUND US: avertisement
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Kirk’s eyes could see past the dense patterns that chromatic glow all about the room. He continued to puzzle at the distortion of people’s wavering, dancing bodies. As actuality took grasp of his mind, he could define structure’s of human bodies that seemed recognizable. He could see two figures, both old friends from long ago. They were both drinking from burning red cups, that stung Kirk’s eyes. Their conversation seemed uninteresting to him, perplexing deformity was making him seem odd. He eyed the narrow stairs, watching the steps suddenly churn as the rich lavender glow made them move. His fingers laced tighter about the glass bottle he held. Pushing the top to his lips, chugging all of it within moments. He tossed it aimlessly aside, intoxication beginning to pulse through his veins. However, it was faint the feeling of alcohol. “My man! Franky Zapt! Have a beer, trippin’ out strong?” Eyed a familiar face. However, his conscious couldn’t quite place who it was. The facial structure being so deeply laced within the threads of his memory. He took the beer, his eyes well rounded with excitement. “F-ff-fuck, I downn…down this great brew” He heaved the beer to his lips and took a few deep gulps of the drink. His stomach had the sting of alcohol within it, rapidly burning. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hell, this party is amazing. The music, is the shit! Uhm, what’s that one song…Venom…uhh” He was angered abruptly, however, it was the drugs. “The the…Venum Sabbathi. Album, the righteous feel of the beat, man. Don’t you feel that?” His friend laughed. His voice roared through his ears.

“Well, sure. I’ll hit you up in a bit, gotta get some action with this girl soon. Gonna snort some fatty lines that you hooked us up with, thanks!” The stranger patted his shoulder, hard. However, he felt he had known the guy for a long time. His eyes puzzled about. Chugging his beer until it was gone. Then he felt the tighter pinch of his stomach, the roaring noise had made everything slow. Cognitive blazing with confusion and the adventure he had wanted. He felt himself rapidly watching things move in slow motion, the colorful bright rays of light swirling and tripping him out. He needed somewhere quiet. Just to sit for a moment, as he slowly came down. Then he would join the party again, drink heavy. Hopefully find a girl to sleep with. Then he’d call it a night.

He felt a need, a great desire to go up the moving stairs. It seemed as if to him, there was a colorful adventure awaiting him. The stairs moved like a snake, slithering up and down. However, he continued. Pushing the slight fear of being engulfed and eaten in the back of his mind, he didn’t want a bad trip. He stumbled uneasily up the narrow stairs. Finding that the movement, the light, had made it so complicated to move up. It seemed for a moment, a mere second, that the steps had turned to black gray stones…that were in the midst of a rushing river. He grunted, uneasy by the decision. With uncertainty he allowed his body to progress upwards.

By the time he had ended up at the top, he could still hear the rampage down beneath. However, their was hardly a person. Only a few, talking…making out. He looked down the broad hallway. It seemed it would be miles and miles to walk to the end. He needed to remember where the bathroom was. His stomach had began to spoil, the queasy feeling was building up. He began to hallucinate, rapider by the minute. Rushing down the hall, stumbling as figurines of trees and plants grew beside him. The pain in his stomach felt as if he was about to burst. He could hardly take the splintering sickness that roared through him. He needed to find the bathroom, quick. However, before he could stand it. He threw a narrow door open, racing into the brightly lighted room. He coughed, then choked. Running himself to the corner of the room, throwing himself down.

He threw up. Not once, not twice, but three times. The blurry mess in the corner, he had noticed was repulsive. He spit, throwing himself up grunting disgusted. However, though he felt better. He was glad his dreadlocks were back in a tight ponytail. It was the point that he knew sometime was going to happen. He still noticed himself hallucinating, small distorted colorful plants growing up the sides of the walls. He began to look around. At that moment his eyes caught upon a woman upon her phone. He wasn’t shocked, by this point his conscious was confused. He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes observing her. Watching her bright blonde hair disperse into luminous bright colors. “Uhhh, man. Fu-ff-fuck, I was tryin’ to find the path. So-sss-so sorry. I…wanted the right place in mind. The great place. Past the trees, m-man.” He wondered briefly, if his words had made any sense

[//JESSICA ANNE\\]

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