Evelyn "Ev" Turner
None at the moment
5'7'' approx. 170cm
120 lbs approx. 55 kg
[Totally didn't read the rules.]
Image reference that is way inaccurate. I'm probably gonna draw something.
An average build, leaning a bit to the thinner side. Caucasian facial contours, light complexion with a slight degree of freckles; she doesn't come across as the most attractive face you see around the place but is reasonably good-looking by most standards.
Ev has semi-long curly black hair that usually hovers inches above her shoulders when unkept. She cuts her hair herself and that doesn't result in the most tidy hairstyle possible, a fringe forming a sometimes jagged horizontal line at the same height of her eyebrows and the rest curling itself up into a wide mushroom-shape around her face with strands sticking out here and there.
Unable to walk, she is at most times seen around in an old rusty metal wheelchair and ocassionally standing with the crutches, which are normally strapped the back/side of the wheelchair when unused.
Manner of Dress:
Goes by a casual-semiformal style, at most times you could put what she's wearing onto a boy her size and it'll look perfectly reasonable, perhaps because about half of her clothing is actually either donated to the orphanage she stayed at or second-handed from an older child in a foster family. She wears just about nothing except from plain, light coloured or gid patterned blouses, and almost always loose, dark coloured trousers to cover up her legs-although they are just paralyzed instead of defored or anything, she prefers to keep them unseen. There's also this dark grey short jacket-not the fasionably-designed-undersized-on-purpose kind but actually used to be a normal thin hooded jacket until the bottom half of it was, for some reason, cut or torn off leaving a jagged line with strings sticking out. Most of her clothing is of light colours that never go far from different hues of khaki or brown, and shades of grey. She generally doesn't wear anything too tight/fitting and goes by the rule of being comfortable without looking too messy and crossing the line into messy once in a while. Holds a certain dislike towards skirts and dresses as she considers them impractical and slightly annoying.
As a sidenote, she is slightly nearsighted and has this pair of out-fashioned metal framed glasses she acquired a while back that makes her look like a total dork when worn and doesn't really fix her eyesight that much anyways.
A healthy mix of the die-hard practicalist and the dreamer, and a tad too optimistic for someone coming from a background like hers. She's also surprisingly capable to dealing with stuff herself-through years of being tossed around in the foster care system and stayed in various environments, she has developed the required skillsets to sustain and protect herself. Despite that, she hasn't given up on the typical jolly daydreamer quality of girls her age and hasn't grown out of her plain liking for fun (she doubts she eve will). Has a kind heart and is a master of forgiving and forgetting, although that happens after she's finished accusing the heck out of whoever was doing anything she deems harmful. Claims she believes in science although she doesn't really know much of it anyways, although she does have a certain badass bookworm quality in her personality perhaps because she used to read a whole lot when she had nothing to do in the orphanage and the hospital. Also slightly claustrophobic and has a great fear of death.
Not especially good at relationships but not the no-social-skills stereotype as well. She cares about the people around her, often more than she minds her own safety-probably a personality trait from her birth family that survived through the following years despite the related memories did not. She'd most likely be glad to help with anything if you mention it to her and she has free time on her hands, not like she wouldn't often enough mess it up though. Also a bit stubborn and insists on not recieving help from others when she doesn't need it. Not remakably witty but familiar with figure of speech nevertheless and most people regard her as having a pretty good sense of humour. Shy to some extent, although she can get rather fierce when situations require it, especially when she gets overprotective over the people she know.
An old, worn suitcase she carries around. She keeps most of her possessions in it and it generally never leaves her sight, not because it's valuable (pfft how valuable can stuff from a girl off the streets even get) but just because she's kinda emotionally attached. When not occupied doing anything else it is typical for her to hug the box in her arms, which is just about the right height to let her rest her arms and hands upon.
[Workin' on it]
Doing anything that can keep her occupied.
Biting nails, general forgetfulness and the tendency to break things that she'll realize she needs later.
Ev was born to one of those lower-middle class families-you know, those ones that are 'not too bad', 'just getting by', and stuck somewhere between the baseline of poverty and the standard of government-issued financial aid. A rather unsignifcant childhood, but a cheerful one nevertheless. As economically unsatisfactory they were, her parents lived well with it and, through both example and teaching which she wasn't old enough at that time to fully understand, encouraged her to do the same and live happily with an open mind no matter how worse the environment around her might become. It even seemed to her, at a time whe things were relatively getting along-that she would be able to carry on indefinitely with that joyful style of life along with her parents-until a few years later the situtation took a turn for the worse when it was discovered that her mother had cancer and the combined cost of that and raising a a four year old Evelyn was simply too large for the family to provide. It was another year until her mother deceased, leaving a emotionally devastated father no longer capable of raising the child who had no idea what was going on except knowing that something horrible has just happened. She was then sent into the foster care system.
At 6 she arrived in her first foster family. It was not pleasant for her, and it lasted for only a little more than a year until the father's enterpreneur career broke down and the adoption agreement dissolved before it was even finalized. She was in turn sent into another foster care institute-a plain two-story building on the edge of the city. Despite utterly confused and emotionally unstable at that time, the two years in that box of concrete between crying and being unable to sleep at night, she spent her time helping out with anything she could do at that time to keep herself occupied and from thinking, and the time she spent silently sweeping the floor or trying to do the dishes at faucets that she had to crawl halfway onto the table to reach she cleared her mind, and either the care from the people at the orphanage or/and the bit of hopefull vibe left from her days back with her back parents emerged back into her personality and gradually restored the optimistic personality that she had that she also possesses today.
Weeks before her tenth birthday, she prepared for another big day in her life when she was adopted again, but as some kind of cruel joke she ended up that day as the sole survivor of the traffic accident that claimed the lives of the couple that were supposed to construct her new family. Still alive but only barely, she spent the next sixhteen months in a hospital recovering from a spinal cord injry that removed all senses from her waist below.
After she was recovered enough she was pushed through the doors of another orphanage on her wheelchair. It was rather acceptable, with the one-floor facility being basically a pile of steel, concrete, wood and other stuff that took a mircle to stay upright through every storm that happened, with the weird bronze faucets that don't even look like water's supposed to run through them. There's also an electricity supply that is stable enough for them to plug a TV screen an gaming console onto it and run them properly. Most of the time there she spent running around, helping out with whatever people were doing there, and reading the piles of second-handed books that were probably all donated to the place one time or another. She also met this interesting boy who's always off on his own daydreaming or playing video games, an event that she might or might not remember. The place strangely reminded her of the faint image of her old home where she lived with her birth parents-which may also be why the incident that would have knocked the energy and hope off the average person somehow did not effect her that much, but only instead strenthened her insisting to move on in the middle of all the terrible luck that life has tossed her through.
Last year, the orphanage she stayed at was forced to shut down as its financial conditions did not allow it to continue to function properly. The handful of children there are either adoped before that, or assigned to be sent to other institutes to be cared for. Ev, by chance, will later arrive at Eagle Mountain Bording Lounge.
[More details to be revealed IC.]