Post by evelyn on Aug 28, 2011 5:11:29 GMT
EVELYN EMELIA ELLIS !?
'You're only as tall as your heart will let you be
And you're only as small as the world will make you seem.'
'You're only as tall as your heart will let you be
And you're only as small as the world will make you seem.'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Evelyn Emelia Ellis? Yep. That's me. Oh, uh. Well. If you could call me Evie, that'd be great, as in, call me Evie. After all most people say "EEVE-uh-lyn uh-ME-le-uh EH-lis" And it's actually "EH-VUh-Lyn eh-ME-li-ah EH-lis" Thanks. Anyway, huh? Yeah. I definitely said Ellis. Yeah, yeah, I know, super cool firetamers. Get over it. What? Oh! I'm sorry. I offended you? Crap. I'm really tired. I promise I'm not really this mean! Uh, yeah. Well, my family is on the dark side, so I guess I'll align with them, but y'know. Whatever. Oh, age? Yeah, err... I'm fourteen. I know ... I'm the baby of the family. Ugh. That's what nickname they give me! God, it sucks! Stupid Calan is the prodigy, Calla is the flower, Aphrodite is the beauty, and even Darby is at least the shy girl, but no. I'm. The. Baby. Blah! I mean, don't think I'm a wimp though. I'm pretty strong, if I do say so myself. Um. Oh. Do I like boys or girls? Seriously? Uh, boys. Yea-no. No, not a girl person. Yeah. I like boys. Sorry. -awkward chuckle- Oh crap! I forgot to tell you my birthday, didn't I? Well, June nineteenth! Save the date! I like food and money, oh and new clothes. Mine tend to catch on fire."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Oh, ah... that's very kind of them. I guess? I mean. You can see me, right? Oh fine.
Well, keep in mind that I'm still growing. But I reach about four foot ten inches right now. And well, I'm pretty small. I'm only about eighty-seven pounds. I mean, I should probably eat more and stuff, since I'm a tad thinner, but you know what? According to the BMI scale, I'm perfectly healthy! I hear that there's this girl named AnnaSophia Robb who I look a lot alike, but I don't really see the resemblance. I mean yeah, we've got the same light golden hair that I got from my mother and her sister, and bright blue eyes that I got from my mom's cousin's family. My hairs is a little longer than shoulder length as of now, but it might change. I was thinking about getting it cut? A lot of people say I kinda look like my cousin, Aphrodite. I dunno. However, like every other kid of the clan, as I like to call us, I'm pale. Well, except for Calan, but he doesn't count. Just kidding. He does, but I don't count him. It kinda sucks, blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, it's like the stereotypical blonde. Sorta. Annoying. Whatever aside from my small stature, I'm pretty cute, or so I'm told? I mean, I kind of wear whatever. Sometimes, I'll be in combat boots, jeans and a tee, and other days, I'll be in a dress. It really depends on my mood, which fluctuates pretty widely. Oh right! You said something about a distinguishing feature. Well, I guess it'd just be my babiness. I mean, I am the smallest of all of us, and the youngest. I'm not all that developed or anything, but I guess my eyes are kinda big. I mean, I don't know. I'll just say it's my wide, blue eyes.
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Oh, gosh. You want me to name all of this stuff? O-okay. Whatever you say? Here goes!
So my likes. Okay, I like fun, I like smiling, I like sunshine, heat, fire, obviously, and uh. I like girly stuff, but I also like tomboyish stuff. I mean, I'm kinda in the middle. I love going outside and joking around, but sometimes it's fun when Aphrodite takes me to the mall. And food! Oh, I love food. Well, I love ice cream. It's one of my guilty pleasures. Mom keeps a tub of it in the fridge twenty four/seven. Crazy, right? Actually, I love a lot of things. And well, I like a lot of things. Like... butterflies, rainbows, bright colors, cake, no... Cupcakes. I hate cake. I don't know! I love to skateboard, though. Mom looks down on it. Apparently, it's not ladylike. Dad doesn't really care, though. He's all for having fun, just like me and Fletcher! Oh, Fletcher, my brother. I like him, sometimes. That's part of my loved things, I guess. And I talk on the phone a lot... Yeah, that too. And this might be super generic, but I love cute things! Like, puppies, kitties, bunnies, babies, cute stuff, plushies everything cute. That sounds lame, doesn't it? Whatever. Oh, I like animals, too. Anyways, sarcasm is a major thing for me. It's like my second language. I use it a lot, and I mean a lot. And oh! Squishy things. I love squishy things. They're crazy cool. And I love snacking on apples, sometimes with peanut butter, sometimes without. I also like s'mores. Oh! Smell-goods. That should be tossed somewhere in my likes. I keep a bottle of lotion and a thing of body spray in my room. Oh, and I'm a little bit of a pyromaniac. Just saying. Oh, and I like singing and writing stories. It's so fun!
Right. I guess there's a lot of other things, but I can't really think of them right now. Well, that's not the whole list, but just so I don't talk your ear off, 'cause I love talking, I guess I should go onto my dislikes.
I can't stand jerks. Straight up. They're so obnoxious, and they think they're so perfect and they're definitely not. And hypocrites! They go in with the jerks. Can't stand 'em. Same with arrogant people. Huh? Well, yeah, I know Riley is arrogant, but he's my cousin, so he's an exception. I don't really like frosting, either. And, you're gonna laugh... I don't like porcupines. They're kinda strange, but obviously, they've got quills. I mean, they're kinda scary. Whatever, I guess I'm starting to warm up to them from going to the zoo so much... I can't stand feathery pillows where the feathers poke me, cause they hurt a lot. So, I have my squish pillows. I mean yeah, they're great in pillow fights, but to sleep on? No thank you. I hate glasses. I do have a pair, but normally I wear contacts. Sometimes, I wear my glasses, you know... if I'm too lazy. Ugh. And I can't sing for my life. I'm freaking tone deaf or something. Dislikes, oh, I don't really like sad things. I mean, that sounds so lame. I hate it when other people are sad. So, I try to cheer them up and stuff. I can't stand magazines, because they're so ugh! They paint a fake picture of beauty with so much editing, that you can't even see the model. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a very opinionated person. I don't really like it when people go against me. I hate liars, and cheaters, and stealers, and stuff like that... you know, basically anything against the ten commandments. Other, deeper things, include when people push me down so that I can't do things for myself. See, I'm pretty independent, so I hate it when I have to become dependent on other things and other people. OH! And especially when people treat me like a baby, because even though I'm the youngest, I'm still fourteen.
What? Strengths? Eh, whatever. Um, I guess my strengths would include my amazing fire skills. I mean, they're not as amazing as half of my family's, but they're not too bad, if I do say so myself. I'm pretty dam--darn witty. I learned that kinda stuff from Aphrodite. I'm really good with words and writing. That's another thing I like, too. I'm a bit of a story-writer. I love planning scenarios, and I'm good at writing and explaining them. Growing up with around Finn, the Fighter, has made me pretty strong in general, mentally and physically. I mean. Oh! Another thing, I'm pretty nice and just a likable person. I mean, I love people. Well, maybe not human-people. I don't really know that much about humans yet. Anyway, I'm a pretty sweet kid, all that jazz. Real understanding and a good listener. Alright. Now that I've told you a few of my strengths, on to the weaknesses! I've got bunches. For one, I talk too much. Even though I'm a good listener, I don't quite have the healthy balance yet. Another thing, I can be pretty gullible. Yup. Let's make this short, since I hate talking about the bad things. I'm kinda arrogant every now and then, yeah. I know, just when I feel super egotistical, which isn't often. I'm not like Riley. I don't really think before I act/speak, which can land me in a whole pot of trouble. And I'm pretty much bipolar. Yep. That's about it. Okay, I'll go in depth later.
Habits, Fears, Desires, and Secrets. Let's kill four birds with one stone. Or, wait. This analogy would work better with dominoes, wouldn't it? Oh well. Anyway, I have a slight tendency to cock my head or raise my right eye brow, since I can't raise my left, when I'm confused or disbelieving. When I get nervous, I bite my lip and roll my shoulders and ankles. And by rolling my ankle, I don't mean twisting it. I mean I stick the toe of my shoe in the ground and I make foot go in circles. Alright. There's enough habits. I've got plenty. Besides the fact that I'm a nail-biter. Oh, Aphrodite hates it! Once, she asked to take me to a nail salon, I showed her my hands and she totally freaked out. She started lecturing me about ugly nails, what were on my nails, etcetera. Stuff nobody really cares about. Oh, I drum my fingers to my own beat, too. I do it subconsciously so don't get mad if I start. Okay! Fears. Fears, fears, fears. I'm afraid that people will start hating me. I don't know why, but I feel like people will stop liking me for some reason or another. I also am scared of the future. Not really death, just the future and what it holds. Oh, I'm afraid of making a mistake that's unforgivable. I just would never be able to forgive myself if it wasn't okay. I mean, I know Uncle Conley says that humans are worthless and that they don't deserve anything, and that we should make them slaves, but it just doesn't sound right. Whatever. I'm fourteen. I've got time. Doesn't matter. Anyway, desires. Let's see. I want to become really good at firetaming. That's not really a big deal, is it? I mean, I just want to live up to our name, Ellis. And a secret? I guess it's that I spy on the grown ups all the time, so I know basically everything that they don't want me to, battle plans included. What, it's not like they know about the vents.
Let's see, overall? OH gosh. That'll take a while. I'll just tell you what other people have said about me. They've called me childish, spunky, disorganized, unique, adorable, temperamental, intimidating, tomboyish and feminine, outgoing, a tad shy, and very random. Oh, let's not forget bipolar. Well. Should I go into depth? I guess so.
Childish. I'm innocent. Okay? I don't know much about sex, drugs or any of that stuff. Okay, that's a lie. I know about it, but I haven't experienced it. Lots of kids my age are like 'oh, check it out. I got so high last week,' and I'm like 'Dude. That's so not cool.' Either way, I'm not all that experienced or in to that kind of stuff. Also, I'm pretty fun-loving. I'm always one to crack a joke, or laugh at one. I love playing and all that jazz, and it's just rockin'.
Spunky. I guess spunky and unique go together, so I'll just say that they do. In fact, I'll stick tomboyish and feminine in here, too. I'm pretty different. I'm really different. Besides the fact that I've got my moods, I'm just an all-around different person. I'm very different, but it kinda depends on my moods. Either way, I like it. I like that I'm unpredictable. I think it makes me exciting. Anyways, depending on the situation, or how I feel, I can be pretty tomboyish or straight up girly. I can go from hanging with the boys and roughhousing and all that good stuff straight to chilling in a nail salon. Like I said, it depends on the mood. Speaking of which...
Bipolar. In case you haven't noticed, I'm bipolar. Along with being moody, I'm easily angered. It can be the simplest word, and I'll be so mad, I'll see red and shoot flames everywhere. Then again, there are the days when I'm pretty calm and nothing gets in my way. Believe me, it sucks. Either way, most people can tell what kind of mood I'm in and if I'm not in a good one, they stay away (and rightfully so). Along with being bipolar, I'm pretty random. Along with being random comes being spacy, a tad ditzy and well, easily bored. Then again, I've got my mature moments. No worries. I'm not a complete train wreck, yet. Ooh, and I guess somewhere in there, I should mention that I have a pretty bad attitude sometimes...
Adorable. I've been told I'm both adorable and intimidating. Adorable because I'm young, girly, small, I love cute things, and have big blue eyes. I look childish and innocent and I act it, too. Then again, once I'm mad, it's a whole other story. I can be a little horror in battle. I sometimes scare myself, even my brother! Well, maybe not Fletcher. He's pretty hard to scare. Either way, I'm like... a cat. I don't know. Sure. A cat. I can be cute and cuddly, but I've certainly got my claws and teeth."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Ah, my past? It's really not all that interesting. I promise. I mean... I was born, I've lived for fourteen years, and yeah. Oh? More? Ugh. Fine, if you insist. Alright. Prepare yourself for total boringness.
I was born on June nineteenth, nineteen-ninety-seven. Yes, I know. I'm young. Anyways, my whole family is declared dark. In fact, there's this rumor that we started the war. I really wouldn't be surprised. Anyway, it's pretty strange, really. I mean, we "begin a war" and nobody tries to kills us off. Well, that's probably 'cause we're a family of the most powerful firetamers. Ever. It rocks.
Anyways, I'm the second of, well, two. My big brother, Fletcher, is only, like, three years or so older than me. But he always bosses me around! Whatever. So, um, I mean... Crap. I suck at telling history. Should I just start over? Sure. Yeah. Let's do that.
So the Ellis family is like a freaking clan. It's made up of four families, with Uncle Conley as the head. Yes, I call him Uncle Conley. Same with Aunt Sera and Aunt Bi and Uncle Jack. Just 'cause they're my mom's cousins doesn't mean that I don't call them aunts and uncles. It's not like I'm going to say, 'Hi, second-cousin-Sera!' No, I'm calling them aunt and uncle. Anyways. We're a big happy family.
I've always been brought up saying that humans suck. Humans are horrible. Humans are worthless. Firetamers are the best of the best. However, I'm starting to question that belief. Perhaps we're not the best. Maybe humans would be nice to interact with. Then again, it's not like I'd ever tell anyone. God... I'd get murdered.
I mean, I don't know what you want me to tell you! I was born, lived fourteen years, and am still living. I mean, a couple of years ago, Aphrodite took me to a mall four cities away, but that's about as exciting as my life gets. Hate to break it to you! "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Um, uh.... hi. I'm uh... I'm Taylor. I uh.... I'm fifteen. Which is cool. Cause Evelyn's fourteen. I think I made her seem more like a 10 year old xD Fail on my part. Sorry bout that. I can make her more.... older and mature if you wish? And uh. Oh, I'm not sure what else to say right now... UH. This is my first character. And uh. I like filling out requests <3 Yay! Because I love the feeling I get when someone fills out my request! Bee tee dubbs. The RP post is not in character with Evie. It's with my character (Tay zomg no wai) and yeah. it's on a band site. And uh, it's kinda sucky. xD My bad posts range from 200-400 and my good posts are from 600-1000-ish. but normally, my muse is at a down low, then I get occasional spurts. It's annoying."Five. In. The. Freaking. Morning. Yeah, that's when she woke up. FIVE. Why? Well, I mean, she did go to sleep at, like, eight, so I guess it could make sense. No, it really doesn't. It would never make sense. Either way, there she was, at five in the morning, staring at the metallic ceiling of the bus. Then again, she couldn't see anything past three inches, since it was so dark out. Letting out a near-silent groan, she pushed herself out of bed and sighed. When her feet touched the ground, she shivered. Even though the bus was carpeted, chills shot up her spine. Shaking out her hair, the nineteen-year-old blinked twice, allowing for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. A soft pitter-patter echoed through the bus, harmonizing with the deep sighs of sleep.
After gathering a stack of clothes, she made her way into the bathroom. Taylor knew that the light from the bathroom would probably wake up Sienna, and maybe a couple of the others, so she left it off as she undressed. With the door locked, the dark-haired beauty quickly changed into her comfortable outfit. Her hair had dried wavy, much to her chagrin. However, since she wasn't able to see it in the mirror, she decided to leave it be. Sticking a red hairband in her thick hair, Taylor ran her fingers through her silky locks and exited the bathroom. With a phone and iPod in her bag, the girl also stuffed in a notebook, a pencil, a pen, some sheets of staff-paper, and various other necessities. About to put it down, the black-haired beauty sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge, an apple and a granola bar. As strange as it was, she was gathering her bag at five-no, five-thirty in the morning. Interesting, no? Right! No.
Deciding that she was simply too tired, Taylor went back to her bed, removed her hair band and the second her head hit the pillow, and her eyes closed, she practically passed out. She woke up about, oh, four hours later. This time, the sunlight had woken her up. As it streamed through the window, she sighed and felt her eyes flutter open, involuntarily. When she looked over, she found that she was alone in the bus. That was to be expected. Stretching, she grinned at the morning sun and walked out of the bus, bag and headband in hand. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Taylor fixed her bow on her head, and slipped a pair of flip flops on. Though she was fully clothed, the girl decided to travel to the pool area. It wasn't nearly as crowded as the park, or busy as the beach, and she didn't have to swim. She could just sit there and think. It really was the perfect place to muse. After all, the band needed a few new songs soon. And so, with her belongings and herself, Taylor Olivia-Marie Sawyer walked to the pool, alone. Sitting herself down on a bench, she pulled out her paper and pencils. Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she began to hum to herself, occasionally scribbling down some notes that sounded good together, a possibility for the band..
