Evelyn Skye Kage

Evelyn Skye Kage Feb 8, 2009 23:34:29 GMT

Post by Evelyn Skye Kage on Feb 8, 2009 23:34:29 GMT

Basic Information

Full Name: Evelyn Skye Kage
Nickname(s): Pixie, Evie
Age: 18
Hometown: Uptown

Appearance

Hair: Short, bright blonde spikey hair which shows of both her personality and her excentric fashion sense.
Eyes: Emerald green, and just as sparkling.
Body: 5"0. Evie is often referred to as "Pixie" because of her petite frame. Although you wouldn't to come in contact with her in a fight.
Usual Clothing: Anything and everything! She never restricts herself to one set of clothes, usually just mix-matching whatever she can - that is when she is out of her Shock suit.
Distinguishing Features: She has a small scar on her upper left arm from a bullet which clipped her ,age 4, at the site of her parents death.

Family

Mother: Lilleth Kage, 32 Deceased
Father: Kerneth Kage, 34 Deceased
Siblings: none
Other Significant Relatives: Great Aunt Selma, a high politician within the world of today.
Short Bio: Evelyn has been an orphan for 14 years of her life. At the innocent age of 4 herself and her parents were caught in the cross fire between secret agents and they people they were persuing. Upon realising their predicament, Kerneth tried to retreat, but sadly was shot in the temple, dying instantaneously. As she tried to run, Lillieth was also shot, 12 times throughout her body, which fell to rest next to Evelyn. Alone and in the middle of a battle field, Evelyn began to sob, wailing loudly for both sides to hear. When the agents noticed her they made a dash into "no man's land" in order to rescue her. As she was grabbed by the agent, a bullet shot past her, catching the top of her left arm and creating a gash about 3 inches deep.

After her rescue, Evelyn was stitched up and returned to her only living relative, her mothers Aunt Selma. As she grew up Evelyn grew into a beautiful - yet dangerous girl. Her Great-Aunt taught her manners and etiquette while her "Nanny" Henry, taught her self-defence - Karate, kick-boxing, tai chi etc.

A few months before her 18th birthday, Evelyn was sat quietly working in the library of her Great-Aunt's home, when a well dressed gentleman who introduced himself as Benjamin Curtis approached her. He offered Evelyn a place at Deveraux Academy, however Evelyn didn't accept straight away, instead deciding to sleep on the offer.

Friends

Team Members: Please fill in once they have been decided.
Best Friend: None
Other Friends: None
Girlfriend/Boyfriend(?): None
School Popularity: 9-10 Evie is the life and soul of the party. No matter what the situation she always seems to have something positive to say about it. She is a loyal friend who can keep any secret no matter how much pain she must endure. Most of all she will protect those who she cares about - to the death.

Other Information

Subjects You Character Takes:
Mathematics
English Language
Geography
Politics
Criminal Psychology
Weapon Instruction
Martial Arts
History of Espionage
Strategy & Tactics (S&T)
Etiquette
Chemistry
Biology
English Literature
Arabic
Italian
Best Subject: Martial Arts. Evie's history and past experience allow her to have an edge in this subject over all of the others.
Worst Subject: English Language. It bores her to tears. If she didn't have to take it then she wouldn't.
Specific Skills: Evie is an all rounder, able to pick up skills at the drop of a hat. However, her specialty will also be with martial arts and defense.
Personality:
The Good
Evie is the most light hearted and optimistic person you may ever encounter, especially considering her life's history. Coping with the death of one family member is hard, but to cope with 2 at the same time must be a nightmare situation. When she was old enough to understand what had happened, Evie swore she would never allow another person she was close with to become harmed again.

The Bad
Being brought up by a politician means that Evie has learnt that nobody can be trusted - except yourself. Because of this, Evie is very closed to people she meets, preferring to keep information about herself secretive. In some situations - especially those in which she must share your life with strangers - it can become difficult. Confrontation causes Evie's anger to rise, and although her bark is harmless her bite could kill you.

The Downright Ugly
Etiquette and manners she has been taught, but that doesn't mean she uses them. Around people she is close to and those of the same age, Evie will do everything unacceptable to her Great-Aunt Selma.

Sample Roleplay:

Outside the large oak framed window, the wind whistled through the trees blowing greenery to and fro. It was surprisingly cold for summer but Evelyn liked that.She felt at ease with the wind and rain as if underneath all of the chaos and anger there was something peaceful and residing. She strolled gently along the oak floors her arms and fingers outstretched, almost touching the walls. Her head tilted backwards causing her long blonde locks to sway across her back. She stood upright, her petite frame shadowed by the windows and portraits which lined the corridors of her Great-Aunt's stately home. They lived like royalty. Evelyn's bedroom held a large 4 poster bed which was covered in sheets, duvets, throws, cushions and pillows. Either side stood majestic bedsteads, on top of which sat - most of the time - her ipod and mobile. The two most prized possessions which she owned. Surveying the room was a chore in itself. Several doors led off into different areas of the house, including a hidden passage which branched down wards into a private room, only accessible to Evie. Here was her stadium, her arena, the only place she could be total alone; undisturbed in her practice of those arts which she had learnt from such a young age, and perfected in her most recent years. The rest of her bedroom was exactly as you would expect it to be in a mansion such as this. An oak dresser took pride of place opposite her bed, and the large windows opened up onto a ivy covered balcony on which Evie had spent almost every morning that summer.

The rest of the house was no exception. It was like something out of a Jane Austin novel. The dining room housed a table which could seat up to 100 guests, not that it was a frequent occurrence; and the choice of 5 living and sitting rooms was vast, each just as unique as the next. No matter where Evie went within the mansion, there always seemed to be people. The west wing, the east wing, the kitchens, the living rooms. She could never just be along. Even now, as she walked along the hallways which weaved in and out of the house, she could count at least 4 servants whisking in and out of doors, polishing the gold doorknobs and washing the windows. There was only one place the servants never went. Evie's solitude. Yes, her practice room was private, but now and again a servant was known to end up down there for one reason or other. But the library. Only Evie and her Great-Aunt dared to venture in. The task was too big for the servants to even consider and Evie liked that. The fact that the many thousands of books intimidated them gave her some kind of strength. As if she was not to be defeated.

Approaching the doors always caused her to skip lightly. She grasped the freshly polished doorknobs firmly and twisted in opposite directions. The doors flew open, causing a cascade of light to form on the floor, like a puddle of sunlight. The library was the central most point of the mansion and therefore had no windows. Instead the light came from lamps which adorned the many banisters and bookshelves. Evie stepped into the room and closed the doors behind her, her back pressed against them as she sighed. She reached her left hand out for the wall, found the switch and no sooner had she touched it the room was flooded with light. It made her grin every time. The sheer awe of the bookcases. The many ladders and balconies which surrounded the room, enabling her to reach every book in the room. This was hers, all hers and she loved it. The room was circular and the central point was a round desk, large enough to accommodate 10 people. At each seat a large arm chair stood upright and to attention, prepared for Evie to sit and relax. Each chair was covered in a different covered leather, all slightly faded and worn. Evie never sat in the same chair twice. She found it monotonous to stay in the same place every time. Change was so much more interesting, more fun. She strode forward, humming a tune softly which echoed around the room. She walked straight past the desk, running her fingertips along the tops of 3 or 4 chairs, instead heading for the far shelves. As she reached them she grabbed the banister to one of the spiral staircases, spinning delightfully upwards, higher and higher, until she had reached the very top of the room. She could almost touch the cieling, the many angels which lived upon it smiling down to her, reached out. She greeted them like she always did set about the books. Her beloved books. Each bound with their own destinctive leather cover, the names swirling down the spines in gold lettering. Nothing about this room was meek, everything was extravagant.

She walked along the balcony, pulling book after book from the shelves. There were think books, thin books, blue and green books. But what they all had in common was the author. William Shakespeare trailed along each and every front cover in Evie's arms, all in the identical gold lettering which distinguished these books from any other.After picking out a meer 1/3 of his works, Evie decended the staircase and laid the books around the desk. Each was open at a specific page, in a specific act and at a specific point. She dashed about the desk, added posts here and there where they were needed. To an observer she would appear crazy, however, Evie's work was ordered and deliberate. She was looking for exact phrases which summed up Shakespeares times and writings, exact phrases which she could use and quote for further reference. She was so busy bustling about amoiung the many chairs and books that Evie didn't even notice the gentleman who was stood in the open doors observing her. He didn't move and didn't say a word, just stood impermiable and immoveable in the doorways.

Evie paused. There was a draft coming into the room which was rustling her pages. It frustrated her when the servants tried to enter, and realising she was already here, would leave forgetting to shut the door behind them. She sighed heavily a look of anger growing on her face and turned deliberately towards the doors.

Post by Evelyn Skye Kage on Feb 8, 2009 23:34:29 GMT

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