Name: Helen Alexander

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Occupation: Eva Unit 04

Appearance:



Personality: Helen is a girl who outwardly seems calm and relaxed...yet usually positive even in a pinch, a not entirely crazy thing considering the situation and her status as the pilot of an Evagelion Unit. As a pilot she is a hard worker who puts her all into what she does, the same for those matters she takes most seriously, though she does have her hedonistic aspects and occasional laziness. Whether it be enjoying a hot bath for a little longer than normal, indulging in a small pack of sweet chocolates she bought from a store, getting and wearing a new comfortable piece of clothing, or even reclining back and doing nothing in the comfort of her room with the satisfaction of not having to do something, she does enjoy a bit of "pleasurable" things now and then that for her are relaxing. Despite this dichotomy, she can also generally be a regular teenager like anyone else in her generation for the most part.

While not afraid to talk to people, even get to know them and such over time, those who really get on her bad side tend to stay on her bad side unless they prove themselves otherwise in her eyes. She also carries a gold-colored coin that is put onto a black leather necklace cord worn around her neck. When stressed or anxious to enough of a degree, she fiddles with this coin to keep herself calm, and this actually works for her. Yet the loss of this coin causes her to panic or otherwise get angry depending on the occasion. This minor quirk of hers aside, among The Children she is perhaps amongst the most "normal" and functional among them, which seem in part odd when one considers her excitement to get into pilot's seat of her Eva Unit.

History: Her family (prior to her birth) migrated along with many others who survived the flooding of 55% of the Southeast United States in the wake of the Second Impact, moving to Nevada in a community that still held that "southern culture" and was a good resemblance to the former Southeast. Her father, in particular, is a scientist who worked closely with Nerv after being hired by the organization, this being possibly the main reason her parents moved to the Nevada area very close to the NERV base. Still, the better money her father made contributed to providing the family with a relatively good, middle-class life even in what the world was now. Albeit, her father would be often gone from home when she was very young and come home weary after work.

In particular as a child she became close to her mother, who was a former history major and collected old coins. And the two bonded over this, collecting coins and such. Her mother even gave her a special coin, put onto a necklace, that was a replica of an actual old coin and made to last. Though the stress of seeing her father as he was eventually spurred her mother to tell her a piece of advice she has taken to heart since: "Life is too short to be sad. So be happy, enjoy what life has to offer, and always work hard at the important things in life!" Such advice was what helped her bring herself up in regards to her morale and spirits, and led directly to her current state of mind most directly.

Eventually, her father was able to come home more, but he would often talk to her mother alone for a bit before the two would come out. This went on for several more years, even as her parents seemed to try to give her a good life. And then....that day came. One day, her mother left the house, telling her "i want you to know that i will always, always love you, and i hope you never give up on life". It was a sobering message delivered in a manner as if...her mother would never return. Like it was a last goodbye of some sort.

And so it would be. Later that day her father came home from work....alone, telling her that her mother was...gone. Dead. He said that she had done something brave, so that someone else would not have to do it. And that she had done something to try to help save people, a thing that her mother had always been adamant about in general. Not understanding what that situation was, she did become sad and down, as of course she had just lost her beloved mother. Yet over time eventually she picked back up for the most part, though gained the odd habit of fiddling with that coin necklace of hers, and never seemed to let that go. For what reason, her father could only guess, and eventually she was taken in by Nerve to become a pilot. She never knew the reason she was chosen for training and being the pilot of EVA Unit 04, but at the same time the EVA Unit felt....familiar to her.

Thus a new pilot was born.

Yeshua Horowitz

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Occupation: Eva-02

Appearance:



Standing at 5'2 and wielding brown and slightly bloodshot eyes, the boy is anything but intimidating. His plug suit sports a green stripe down its centre and red down each arm, while the rest of the material being black, apart from a few white highlights on his chest and back. His glasses are firmly planted on his face and he rarely takes them off, even if he doesn't need them all the time. Casually, he often wears long-sleeved shirts with his hair falling over his face, and trousers that are often just a little too long for him.

Personality:

Unbearably parsimonious in his beliefs and unconditionally himself, Yeshua strives to be the absolute perfect being. Every single moment, from his breathing to his blinking, is calculated. To point an end to his overthinking is something he could only overthink, while his lack of understanding of others is anything but perfection. Despite his complications as a human being, Yeshua excels at seeing things slightly differently, a step ahead by walking on the ceiling. But the world is upside down, and he's too scared of the floor to walk with others. Never running, but creeping everywhere, the boy is infantile in his actions, like a baby in a suit, but with twice the rage of a man - the rage of mediocrity, the rage of his embarrassment and the rage of his desires. Still, he possesses an inhuman intellect - inhuman being the nail hit upon the head, as for every passage into safety with his perception of reality, he is taken back by his undeniable lust for human compassion.

History:

Born Joshua in Dresden, Germany, the boy inherited a world in pain. His father was always absent, working for GEHIRN. And his mother, with long, flowing red hair and a smile that could be seen from the stars, glowing miraculously, only exists in fragments in Yeshua's mind. However much he tries to block it out, the face of his mother appears in everything and his father's voice looms over it. They were both so broken, and Yeshua couldn't help but blame himself. For if their life were so happy beforehand like he was told, then his birth signalled the end of their happiness. One of his earliest memories is being taken to the local swimming pool by his father, who couldn't swim. Even though he couldn't jump in, he stood from a distance, watching the child relax upon the top of the water. Then he started drowning. And nobody came to save him - except the lifeguard, who was paid to do so.

His mother had made a decision very early in Yeshua's life, to side with his father. There was something about him, he knew, that disgusted both of his parents, and even though he emulated his father and his achievements at every turn, the mother would never smile at him the same way. There was something missing. Travelling to his Grandmother's cabin in the Alps at around 8 years old, the memory begins to become more vivid. An open library, larger than half of the public ones, and a woman of intense knowledge to study with. There was one book she placed great care in - the King James Bible, who she gave Yeshua when he first arrived. His father's contact slowly slipped away until there was nothing left to say between them - he no longer needed a father, and his grandmother was always caring.
While studying and constantly improving, he matched the mannerisms of his carer, becoming sensible and elderly in his output. He was to be the first and the greatest of something new - and that started by understanding old. Joshua was to be Yeshua, its root, where things first began, and his grandmother supported that decision wholeheartedly. But her age caught up to her, and in time, became weak and fragile. She was not meant to support Yeshua's learning for much longer. Despite his successes in academia in the University of Munich which he had a scholarship in thanks to his father, he could not save his grandmother from falling down the stairs. And as she lay, in pain, unable to speak, he knew what he had to do.

Travelling down to the local town, the snow had fallen away to the pragmatic glow of the sun. Grass was like a plague over the ground, but it smelt so sweet. But it was here that he was invited to NERV by a herald, and accepted, to even Yeshua's own surprise, without hesitation. A purpose, a way to achieve greatness, and a way to be better than his father in every way - he now had the opportunity to pilot Eva-02, all due to his own skill. It would be the best time of his life.

Arriving at NERV-Germany, the boy quickly adjusted to his new climate, despite the odd looks from passers by.
He knew why he was here, for he had been told numerous times; to be a pilot, and to save the Earth. He would pilot this machine to the best of his ability, despite his own fears of failures and distrust in himself. When he stood out of the plug for the first time, his frame practically bending to the wind, soaked in the soup of the synthetic, there was an air of fear in the eyes of those working.

He loved it.

But the day-to-day regularities of Yeshua's life were recently metamorphosed into an opportunity, one that he didn't take lightly. He tried to see the best in the situation, as he wasn't in control. On a journey to Japan he went, eager to show others the skill he had learnt and surpass them.