Evelynn God Little

[Evelynn Little]

Evelynn 'God' Little

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never made it as a wise man

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full name;

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Evelynn Little

nickname;

Eve, God, Lynn

age;

Seventeen

gender / sexual orientation;

Female / Bisexual

celeb claim;

Jemma Griffiths

job / position;

Car Agency / Receptionist

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i couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing

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personality;

Hot headed and easy to irritate, Evelynn is a very quirky, straightforward person that is, well, not the easiest to get along with. If you make her mad, she will blow up at you. And she can do it over, and over, and over. With no hesitation. However, Evelynn is not too fond of fighting, and rarely gets 'Physical'.

She's quite sensitive, and she's constantly looking for the kind of person that is 'Attune to her feelings'... Though if she sees someone she's not interested in that is like that, she generally makes harsh, rude comments. She has no patience, which would explain why she is quite bad in relationships, and, as mentioned above, she will freak out the second she gets mad.

Evelynn is prone to following trends, diets, anything. She has terrible self esteem and will do anything to get it higher. She has once been hospitalized for anorexia, and is well known for trying to get her hands on anything, Gucci, Versatchi, etc. She is... A bit of a shopaholic.

likes;

dislikes;

hobbies;

fears/weakness/cautions;

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[»•] Doesn't believe in religion
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tired of living like a blind man

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history;

Evelynn was born at 3:19am on a Friday morning at a hospital so small that inpatients and the maternity section were in the same hall. When her parents, Charity and Ben, decided on her name, they took Charity's grandmother's name and used it as Evelynn's middle. However, instead of being Evelynn Good Little, the nurse messed up her birth certificate and was left with a title that offended many people in their town. Evelynn God Little, December 21, 3:19am.

However, Evelynn was a very happy child, she often played outside at the school that, conveniently was right across the street from her house, pretending to be a wizard or a demon or whatever her and her one bestfriend decided to be. They had so much fun that it was rare for her to be home. Her best friend was a boy, but they were so close and young that they were allowed to do anything together, sleepovers, shopping, being out till eleven at night. And they did, and they never did anything wrong.

However, as they grew older, soon other kids started joking around that they were a couple, and things like that, which bothered them. They were kids, no matter what age they were, and never thought about dating. Despite the fact they were perfect for eachother. By the age of thirteen, they called the quits and stopped being bestfriends, though still chatted every once in awhile.

This devastated both of them, and Evelynn refused to stay there. She had to move away. She pawned her dad, who did anything and everything for her, to move to Vegas. Where else? The bright lights, the nightlife, it's hard not to ignore the city. And Evelynn wanted a nice huge chunk of it. Leaving her family, her bestfriend, and everything else behind, she moved to Vegas with her father to finish school.

sick of sight without a sense of feeling

ic example;

Jul 17, 2009 13:21:21 GMT -6 @jasmine said:

She had not noticed any attention on her, for she was quite notorious for being oblivious to anyone but herself. Not that she was pompous, but that her mind was often elsewhere and she really never got that little human talent of knowing when eyes were laid on her. Sometimes she'd joke and say she was underdeveloped, for she was very old fashioned and didn't have a modern view or taste in life. This was often a problem for her.

When he asked about her lack of club experience, she pondered on telling him about how she lived in an European village as a charity owner, part of her thought it would be a smart choice, so Lucas could understand why she was so... 'Green' as it were, but the other side was convinced he would be instantly turned off and thus she decided to keep it quiet until she got to know him better. Or perhaps just slip it in after a few drinks... Her mind fell upon the thought of being drunk again and she blushed for a moment in fear.

"No, I just never had time.. Where I lived we didn't have clubs, either, only 'Tea Rooms'. 'suppose you'd call them whore houses around here, and, sorry to offend, but I am not too fond of woman who throw themselves out there that easily. It's not exactly a feminine world anymore, is what I'm trying to bloody say."
She found that she might be a little offended at him saying she was under aged, but she couldn't let it show. Jasmine wasn't one to let people know she was upset, it was something she had to teach herself when she was a charity owner, people wouldn't have listened to her if she got angry with them when they told her of their drug addiction, or lacking family life. It just doesn't work both ways.

When she listened to him speak, she found she almost had to concentrate, she wasn't used to swearing or American speech, apparently. Or maybe she was too nervous to pay attention. She mentally scolded herself for being so unprepared, she was supposed to be a socialite like her father, not a little jaded English woman, detached and aloof. With that thought she found herself grinning again and smiled as he agreed with her idea. She recognized the type of drink, but had never had it herself. Soon she was wondering if she knew any brands of rum, but none came to mind, it was something she found a lot of the homeless people she helped drank. Remembering some of her old friends, she sighed slightly and decided she really needed to unwind, she was getting homesick.

After he had finished ordering their drinks, but before he had passed her one, she made up her mind that she had to stay polite, as she had before, she was not going to be a completely different person, she wanted to at least stay partially true to herself. Taking the drink she gazed at it hesitantly as he downed his glass. He didn't make any kind of sour face, so it must not taste half bad. She took a small sip from the straw and swished it inside her mouth before swallowing, then scrunched up her face and coughed.

"That's kind of strong,"
She was about to keep going, but quickly regained composure and blushed again, she hadn't meant to let that part slip out. The rough feeling of alcohol in her throat made her feel like she had to cough and clear her throat, but she knew that that would not help make the feeling go away. However, even with just one sip she felt a slight warm feeling in her chest, making her want to take another drink, which she did quite quickly.

"Thank you Lucas, I don't get out much if you couldn't tell."
She grinned and put the drink down, looking around and letting the scenery sink in again, it was still quite new to her, she wanted to make sure she remembered all of this. Deciding a bit of chit chat was definitely needed, she decided to find more out about the area, more so than about Lucas himself. He probably was the kind of person who would reply, but not answer your question if you did ask about him, secretive, but personable. A confusing mixture, not far from herself.

"You come here often?"

other;

About me? Uhm... I don't have internet at my house, so I don't have internet on Monday's, cuz the Libraries closed

schedual;

Uhm... I should be on every other day, I just have to walk to the library to get online, so I only have an hour each day, 'xcept Thursdays.