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EVELYN ROSABELLE ELLIS !?
'We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.'

FULL NAME Evelyn Rosabelle Ellis
NICKNAMES Eve, Lyn, Rosa, Belle.
AGE 14
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY June 14, 1997
SPECIES Firetamer
ALLIANCE Dark
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Molly Quinn
EYES Evelyn has a rare, in humans, eye defect. This defect is known as Heterochromia iridum, which refers to a difference in coloration, usually of the iris. She has both complete heterochromia, one iris is a different color from the other, and partial heterochromia (or sectoral heterochromia), part of one iris is a different color from its remainder. Because of this, Eve's eyes are two seperate colors, which a mixture of another color in them. Her eyes are constantly changing as well. They are never the same color at the same time, or the same color two days in a row. Her eye color range varies from Blue with hints of gray and green with hints of brown, to onyx with silver hues and amber with red hues.

HAIR True to her Irish heritage, Evelyn has silky, fiery red hair that reaches just past her shoulders, laying just above her bust. Her hair is soft to the touch, and tends to wear it down, but has a beanie on almost constantly.

BODY TYPE Evelyn is a petite young lady. She has strong bones, though she's very small. Her bust is around a C Cup, though she thinks they're too small.

HEIGHT Evelyn stands at 5'3

WEIGHT She weighs a mere 115 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES She's freckly.

STYLE Evelyn is a bit of a punk, most of the time. She wears baggy pants with a tank top, with black and red Vans or Converse with a Black Beenie most of the time; on occasion, however, she will wear a flannel shirt with nice dark blue jeans and boots.

LIKES At least 10.

• Nature
  
• Art
  
• Books
  
• Fire
  
• Dogs
  
• History
  
• Country
  
• Music
  
• Lightening
  
• Storms
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Swimming
  
• Large Amounts of Water
  
• Most other Supernaturals
  
• Hunters
  
• The Cold -- snow
  
• Rap
  
• Hip-Hop
  
• Preppy Bitches
  
• Humans
  
• Cats
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Art
  
• Fast Reader
  
• Quick on her Feet
  
• Small
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Small
  
• Can't Lie
  
• Likes to Argue
  
• Trusts easily most of the time
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Chews on her hair, or twirls it, when in thought.
  
• Gets lost in a book and looses all sense of time.
  
• Meeps/squeaks when tickled.
  

FEARS At least 3.

• The Dark -- being alone in it
  
• Not being able to light stuff on fire
  
• Watch her family die.
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To Fall In Love
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Has Never Been Kissed
  

OVERALL
Evelyn is a quirky girl with a big imagination. She loves to read and write, and come up with random little stories to tell her family. She loves to be outside, and to listen to the rolling clouds and cackling lightning. She enjoys sitting in her room, snuggled up with a nice mug of Coffee and a blanket, with a good book and her head phones off, just drowning out the rest of the world with music and words. Evelyn has always been strong willed, and follows her heart in almost everything she does.

Evelyn, however, is rather innocent, when it comes to intimacy. She's never been kissed, she's never been loved, and she's honestly afraid of anything to do with that kind of stuff. She's terrified of how her father will react to her finding a boyfriend, and yet she yearns for it.

MOTHER Albany ___ Ellis [alive]
FATHER Galvin ___ Ellis [alive]
SIBLINGS Fletcher ____ Ellis [alive]
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE All of the Ellis'.
ETHNICITY Irish
WEALTH STATUS Wealthy
OVERALL
Evelyn was born on June 14th, 1997 to Albany and Galvin Ellis, younger sister of Fletcher Ellis. She was given a good life, well -- a good life in terms of the Ellis clan. She was brought up, given everything she so desired, she was spoiled -- no doubt -- but she never acted it. Growing up as the youngest of the Ellis family, she often was known as the baby -- she didn't get into nearly as much trouble as the others -- but in a few ways, she seemed older than her teenage cousins.

Evelyn was gifted with a great amount of intelligence. She could read quickly and repeat anything she'd seen or read. She made straight A's and was a social butterfly all through Elementary School and Middle School. She was the perfect little angel, to almost everyone, though she hated the human race with a passion. However, her Freshman year of highschool hasn't gone so well.

Evelyn is still a social butterfly, but she's stuck without ANY supernaturals in her class -- and she despises the human race. Although her parents tried to switch her out of the classes, she couldn't, for she needs the classes to graduate. As the year goes on, Eve realizes more and more of why her parents, and her relatives hate the human race.

NAME/ALIAS Rosa
AGE 16
TIME ZONE Central
HOW YOU FOUND US Blaez
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
RP SAMPLE

A lone black figured moved slugishly through the shadows, the falling rain drenching it's petite form. Still, it moved on, forcing itself to new heights. The figure would not stop until it had reached its destination -- the Stone Den.

The figure, belonging to that of none other than a black fae known to the Andreoni as Nightmare, seemed frail and petite, but her swollen stomach did not give off that appeal. With a belly as swollen as hers, it would seem like she was nothing more than a fat old wolf, but oh was that far from the truth. Only her pack, and Altai, knew of her swollen Belly's true reason.

The fae's mind drifted back to the day the cruel brute raped her, forcing her to bare his pups -- his heirs. She hated that brute with every fiber of her, and yet she had slowly fallen for him. The meeting in his lands brought a new found respect for the brute. She saw who he truly was, she watched him open up to her, and when he did she could feel the tug at her heart. This brute had torn her to peices, then mended her once more, all within the matter of weeks.

And, now, as she trudged along, to the border of the two lands, Nightmare knew it was time. As she neared the Stone Den, Nightmare let out a brisk, soft howl, calling forth the sire of her pups. Amber orbs gazed through the darkness, her onyx pelt blending in with the dark night, all that was seen were her beautiful amber eyes, filled with so many emotions.

Turning her head to the den, wincing at the squirming pups, she knew it was time. Rising once more to her feet from her laying position, the young fae entered the clammy den, pawsteps growing from inaudible to echoy. The stone walls bounced the sound of clicking claws back and forth, as if it were a never ending game, before a new sound replaced it. The sound of shuffling moss and rocks.

Nightmare bustled about the den, growing restless as she felt the seiring pain within her womb. Her nose shuffled the dry bedding away from any leaky rocks, ending up in the far back, right corner of the den, nestled saftly between two large rocks that she herself could only just squeeze through. The pups would be saftly born there, and when she welped them, she would move them to the other corner and nestle them in the safty of the warmer corner.

Amber orbs blazed as she felt the start of her labor coming on, ears pinned as a snarl rose from within her throat. The pain almost seemed unbareable, and the pressure in her stomach just grew and grew, yet she was not ready. Continuing her teediess job of aranging the den, Nightmare only stopped when it was done and every peice of moss had a use, and every rock was placed away from the bedding.

Her pupils dialated and her breathing grew heavier as she felt the time drawing nearer and nearer. 'It's time.' Her thoughts raced as she contemplated how her life would be now, and how she would be able to raise and care for her pups. The her thoughts drifted to their sire once more. 'Where are you Altai?' She was terrified, and was not afraid to admit it. This was her first litter, and most likely would certainly not be her last, and she feared the worse. What if not all the pups survived the birth? What if one of her pups were killed, or were too weak to even last the night? All of these dreadfull thoughts coursed through her intelectual mind, before all thoughts came to a halt as the pain began.

That day, two healthy boys, and a healthy little girl, despite her stature as the runt, were born. Nightmare nuzzled her only daughtre inbetween her brothers, her head falling to the bedding as she took giant breaths. Her ambers orbs now dulled with pain, but satisfaction and pride. Perhaps baing a mother wouldn't be so bad after all?

Her eyes flickered to the forms over her three furry pups, each with their own coat of black. The three were the spitting images of their parents, but hopefully not their personalities -- one Altai was more than enough for the world, she couldn't imagine having to handle two. Yet, she had the strangest feeling that one of the pups would, indeed, be more like their father in every possible way.

Letting her head rest once more, Nightmare let her eyes drift closed, her stomach popping up and down with each gentle breath she took. She could hear the tender beating of her pup's hearts, rising or falling to match her own. This, earned a smile from the exhausted fae, who still turned her head into an upright position, turning to gaze at the entrance of the den, searching for the figure of the brute that helped bring the pups into the world. Head falling to the ground once more, Nightmare lay in a position that seemed quite uncomfortable, and yet the awkwardness of how she lay barely caught her attention.

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