Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 2, 2006 23:38:37 GMT -5
- General
Full Name: Evelyn Marilyn Duvalle || Eva, Maria, Crisco
Age: 16
Grade: 11
Clique: Individuals
- Appearance
Summary: Eva is one of those very nice to look at people. She does have a lot going on body wise: hips, bust, long legs, slim thighs, perfectly made up face. With light skin and lovely blond hair which is a frizzy sort of curly, her deep blue eyes are usually very enunciated with colorful makeup and liner. She always stood out. Not only because she looked noticeably different from everyone, but the smile, the loud personality. A hybrid of Shirley Temple, Conan O'Brien and a Jack-o-Lantern.
Picture:
- Background
Personal History:
Eva grew up in a black neighborhood. It was your typical 'hood', the quintessence of bad influence, and in those years, she was the minority. Nobody seemed to mind. She had the same views as her friends, and the difference in appearance was very striking. Her father, one of the few positive figures in her life, was killed, cause unknown to her. The only man she ever grew to respect, the loss of him was a harsh slap in the face, and after her mother ran off, the eight year old was dumped off with her aunt.
Auntie Joyce was an unforgettable person, demanding, offensive, the only woman with the physical brawn and strong personality to keep the Duvalles in line. That trait ran from the bloodline to Eva, who took over the household as soon as she could. They were the African American side of her family, and most people were annoying shocked when Eva told them she wasn't adopted. There's plenty of cleaning for a house that must accommodate 11 people, 3 adults and 8 children. Their family was like an assorted box of butter cookies. Same taste, different look. The 8 came from the various branches of Duvalles and despite all, they were pretty similar. The girl had 3 or so best friends, and she was out sun to sun with them. Life was a party.
Truth be told, though, she wasn't that open. She, at first appearance, seems quite bubbly and ready for anything, but when it comes down to the bone, she has much trouble actually confiding in them. But the house of cousins, there was so much pep, it was the best childhood she could have asked for. Church, everyone fighting for their turns playing the Super Nintendo, pooling money to save up for a new system after Josaphine spilled hot chocolate on the other one, piles of fresh fruit, learning to barbecue and setting a rotisserie on fire. They were less like a family and more like a powwow dysfunctional support group high on too much Sunny D and love for eachother.
When she's done with something, Eva has no problem getting rid of it. Objects, people. She has a very dominant personality and is used to being the lead, or the funny sidekick, rather than chorus. She will step out of the spotlight, but she's the backstage entertainment and comic relief, as well as a natural born entertainer.
She always had an unusual attraction to money. She originally jump started the trend of lemonade stands and mowing small lawns. Hell, but there are only so many snowy driveways in one neighborhood. Materialistic, she will share, but Eva loves her appearance and clothing itself. Her and her cousins and female friends always had mini-fashion shows with their own clothing and Auntie Joyce's old boxes of it. The thing is though, money runs the world. And she has no problem admitting that she worships it.
Family:
Auntie Joyce (Aunt, age 46)
Bobby (Cousin, age 7)
Brad (Cousin, age 7)
Josaphine (Cousin, age 13)
Cindy (Cousin, age 6)
Auntie Deb (Aunt, age 44)
Uncle Hank (Uncle, age 45)
Theresa (Cousin, age 16)
Tate (Cousin, age 12)
Darrel (Cousin, age 17)
Outlook on Life: Life is a box of chocolates. No, that's bullshit. Life is more like, it's all about what makes you happy. As for saving the starving children and fixing corrupt systems, it's all about personal happiness. As selfish as it sounds, that's what Eva honestly believed in. As long as you are happy, you have understanding, and you're already done with life.
- Sample Roleplaying Post
"Jasmine, you're never too old for sidewalk chalk."
Eva's voice rang like a bell over her friend's dullish tone. She held out a bright blue stub, smiling. The encourager. The bud. The spirit of their sort-of-clique. Even after going to separate high schools, Waun, Jasmine, Raymond and her were inseparable. They were not just any bricks in a wall. They were those bricks with crude graffiti scribbled on them, side by side, willing to take whatever any figure of authority tried to give them. Because, corny as it was, they had eachother to be with.
Speaking of bricks, the formerly sad and regular looking brick wall had been renewed by good old sidewalk chalk in flashy colors. All afternoon, they had been roller-skating and sweetly asking neighbors if they wanted to liven up their residences. They didn't need graffiti. Chalk, you can express yourself and it's washable. Street lesson number 63. Man, they were ghetto. Too bad they couldn't even adjust their visors in a gangster manner.
Full Name: Evelyn Marilyn Duvalle || Eva, Maria, Crisco
Age: 16
Grade: 11
Clique: Individuals
- Appearance
Summary: Eva is one of those very nice to look at people. She does have a lot going on body wise: hips, bust, long legs, slim thighs, perfectly made up face. With light skin and lovely blond hair which is a frizzy sort of curly, her deep blue eyes are usually very enunciated with colorful makeup and liner. She always stood out. Not only because she looked noticeably different from everyone, but the smile, the loud personality. A hybrid of Shirley Temple, Conan O'Brien and a Jack-o-Lantern.
Picture:
- Background
Personal History:
Eva grew up in a black neighborhood. It was your typical 'hood', the quintessence of bad influence, and in those years, she was the minority. Nobody seemed to mind. She had the same views as her friends, and the difference in appearance was very striking. Her father, one of the few positive figures in her life, was killed, cause unknown to her. The only man she ever grew to respect, the loss of him was a harsh slap in the face, and after her mother ran off, the eight year old was dumped off with her aunt.
Auntie Joyce was an unforgettable person, demanding, offensive, the only woman with the physical brawn and strong personality to keep the Duvalles in line. That trait ran from the bloodline to Eva, who took over the household as soon as she could. They were the African American side of her family, and most people were annoying shocked when Eva told them she wasn't adopted. There's plenty of cleaning for a house that must accommodate 11 people, 3 adults and 8 children. Their family was like an assorted box of butter cookies. Same taste, different look. The 8 came from the various branches of Duvalles and despite all, they were pretty similar. The girl had 3 or so best friends, and she was out sun to sun with them. Life was a party.
Truth be told, though, she wasn't that open. She, at first appearance, seems quite bubbly and ready for anything, but when it comes down to the bone, she has much trouble actually confiding in them. But the house of cousins, there was so much pep, it was the best childhood she could have asked for. Church, everyone fighting for their turns playing the Super Nintendo, pooling money to save up for a new system after Josaphine spilled hot chocolate on the other one, piles of fresh fruit, learning to barbecue and setting a rotisserie on fire. They were less like a family and more like a powwow dysfunctional support group high on too much Sunny D and love for eachother.
When she's done with something, Eva has no problem getting rid of it. Objects, people. She has a very dominant personality and is used to being the lead, or the funny sidekick, rather than chorus. She will step out of the spotlight, but she's the backstage entertainment and comic relief, as well as a natural born entertainer.
She always had an unusual attraction to money. She originally jump started the trend of lemonade stands and mowing small lawns. Hell, but there are only so many snowy driveways in one neighborhood. Materialistic, she will share, but Eva loves her appearance and clothing itself. Her and her cousins and female friends always had mini-fashion shows with their own clothing and Auntie Joyce's old boxes of it. The thing is though, money runs the world. And she has no problem admitting that she worships it.
Family:
Auntie Joyce (Aunt, age 46)
Bobby (Cousin, age 7)
Brad (Cousin, age 7)
Josaphine (Cousin, age 13)
Cindy (Cousin, age 6)
Auntie Deb (Aunt, age 44)
Uncle Hank (Uncle, age 45)
Theresa (Cousin, age 16)
Tate (Cousin, age 12)
Darrel (Cousin, age 17)
Outlook on Life: Life is a box of chocolates. No, that's bullshit. Life is more like, it's all about what makes you happy. As for saving the starving children and fixing corrupt systems, it's all about personal happiness. As selfish as it sounds, that's what Eva honestly believed in. As long as you are happy, you have understanding, and you're already done with life.
- Sample Roleplaying Post
"Jasmine, you're never too old for sidewalk chalk."
Eva's voice rang like a bell over her friend's dullish tone. She held out a bright blue stub, smiling. The encourager. The bud. The spirit of their sort-of-clique. Even after going to separate high schools, Waun, Jasmine, Raymond and her were inseparable. They were not just any bricks in a wall. They were those bricks with crude graffiti scribbled on them, side by side, willing to take whatever any figure of authority tried to give them. Because, corny as it was, they had eachother to be with.
Speaking of bricks, the formerly sad and regular looking brick wall had been renewed by good old sidewalk chalk in flashy colors. All afternoon, they had been roller-skating and sweetly asking neighbors if they wanted to liven up their residences. They didn't need graffiti. Chalk, you can express yourself and it's washable. Street lesson number 63. Man, they were ghetto. Too bad they couldn't even adjust their visors in a gangster manner.
