Post by Evie Ellis (118) on Aug 8, 2009 0:39:54 GMT -5
Ellis, Evelyn
NAME: Evelyn “Evie” Ellis
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDATE: February 18th
AGE: 17
ETHNICITY: British
HOMETOWN: Greenwich, Greater London, UK
FOUND IN: Moscow, Russia
NATIVE LANGUAGE: English
SPEAKS ENGLISH: Fluently, which is to be expected since it’s he native language. She is also fairly fluent in Russian, but has a slight accent when she speaks it.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
To put it bluntly, Evelyn is a blue-eyed ginger. Her hair is red and relatively long reaching her mid-back. The pieces in front are shorter than those in the back, but otherwise it’s a pretty plain cut. Her skin isn’t extremely pale or tan, though it’s prone to freckling and burning in the sun. Even at her palest moments, Evie has an abundance of freckles decorating her face and a bunch on her shoulders as well. She’s been tall and skinny(a “beanstalk” if you will) for most of her life, and being a human guinea pig hasn’t changed that. The teen is at 5’9” and has a slim build with what are commonly called “modest curves.” She has no tattoos or birthmarks, but like most residents Evie has a multitude of scars over her body. Some are the result of the experiments, but others are simply from her childhood. At this point she doesn’t know which are which. Generally, she has a neutral air about her, though some days she borders on friendliness.
PERSONALITY:
Perhaps her most defining trait, Evie is determined to live. Whether it’s instinctual or just another way her stubbornness is shining through, she’s out to live as long as she can, the best that she can. She knows that the chances are slim that she’ll know anything more than life as a resident (which she admits isn’t much), but to her it’s better than giving up. Better than dying or breaking.
This mindset has made her rather calculating. It’s not that she’s a particularly mean spirited person(though she’s not the most , but it’s become instinct. Her brain will compute the situation and who’s involved and come up with a plan of action that will most benefit her. How much she respects, likes, or pities a fellow resident affects how much she’ll be willing to risk for them. Selfless she is not.
Evie is relatively spirited for someone in her situation. She’s docile and compliant for her treatments, if a bit quiet, because it’s the most beneficial to her wellbeing (and because some of them like Vostrikova scare her simply because she thinks they’re crazy) and will bend to Kavanagh’s every whim simply because he terrifies her. But, she will not take any crap from other residents lying down. This is partly because she needs to prove to herself that she’s not a complete doormat after everything with Kavanagh. She also gets especially passionate (not necessarily angry) when talking about life and is rarely apathetic about anything. You know it’s a bad day when she doesn’t talk, smile, or even scowl.
In reality, Evie’s not quite as stable as she’d like to be. Every once in a while she just goes emotionally dead for twenty-four hours. She has no desire to talk to anyone and as a result won’t most of the time. She’ll go through the necessary motions if it’s her day to be experimented on(which has happened a grand total of one time), but otherwise she’ll just lie on her cot all day unless someone is willing to coax her into sitting somewhere else as she stares into space. On these days she’s not likely to remember any names other than “Evie”and “Kavanagh”.Though she prefers to pretend like these days never happen, privately she thinks that they might be caused by an overload from the emotional stress of her entire situation or are a bad effect of all the experiments.
MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS:
As far as memories of times pre-experimentation go, Evie has very few. Her name and her birthday are what she can remember about herself. “Evie” is always what pops up in her mind first, but after a few seconds her full first name and her last name come to her. She remembers the River Thames, particularly what it looked like when it rained. Unfortunately, that’s about all she remembers of it. She can also vaguely recall a blonde woman, though she can’t picture a face and she doesn’t know that it’s her mother.
Most of her memories are from her time as a resident. Most days she can remember the first names of people she regularly interacts with (cotmates, residents she’s particularly friendly with, residents she particularly dislikes, and a few of the scientists). Most clearly are those of Kavanagh which is incredibly frustrating (and bitterly ironic) to her because the she’s lost so many memories, yet the one man she’d like to forget about is the one she seemingly can’t. Evie also has a few memories of injections during the experiments as well as a few of just hanging around the labs.
Evie has very few possessions. She’s got a silver colored chain that used to be much bigger on her than it is now with a firefly pendant on it. This is something that she always wears unless made to take it off. She also has an ordinary brush, a worn deck of cards(though she can’t remember any games), and an electric blue knitted scarf that she doesn’t like letting people touch. All of these objects have something to do with her mother, which was why she had them on her person at the time of the abduction. Mrs. Ellis had knit her the scarf, bought the cards to pass the time on the trip to Russia, been given the necklace by Mr. Ellis, and had bought the brush for Evie when her hair started getting long. Of course, Evie knows none of this.
CANON/ORIGINAL: Canon
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Resisting the temptation to point out that it obviously wasn’t that fucking common if she didn’t know about it, Delilah tried to stay focused on the matter at hand. She hadn’t tracked him down to bicker about how well-known his activism was. She had tracked him down to figure out what exactly had occurred in the gardens and she would be damned if he was getting out of this without giving her at least a semi-satisfactory answer. If she had to block the doorway and skip her next class to do it, then so be it.
“Can’t you just fucking drop it?”
Blue eyes narrowed at him, matching his own narrowed orbs, but never left his face. Was he serious? Did he really think that after all this she was just going to turn around and let it go? If he did, he was obviously very, very confused. “No, actually. I can’t fucking drop it! So you might as well just tell me already and stop this secretive bullshit.” Feeling a sting at her hips, the teen realized her finger nails were digging into the skin.
Jaw clenched, Delilah crossed her arms as she listened to him talk. She already knew that it wasn’t alcohol and he’d done a pretty good job of convincing her that it wasn’t drugs. Both of those facts made sense considering how damn strict the institute was. But that meant something else was at fault for The Incident, and for the life of her she couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell her.
As Lee began walking up the aisle again, she felt her anger flare. Taking advantage of the fact that she could actually see where she was going, Lilah power-walked right past the brunette. “Nononononono, no.” Stationing herself in front of him, she blocked off the rest of the aisle with her arms, hands each gripping a chair. “I’m not going to fucking leave it alone! Stop being a complete asshole and just tell me what happened to you in the gardens! It’s really not that damn hard!” Her tone was louder than she had intended and the sound of it echoing back at her made her cringe a little.
