i look from a distance as the coffin closes

Player:

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Character:

Name: Evelyn Hewell
Age: 21
Birthday: April 17th, 1990
Country of origin: United States
Reason for flight: Study abroad.

Personality: R U D E

Appearance: The most notable thing about Evelyn is probably her height. Easily breaking six feet, she cuts a slim and graceful figure, creating an immaculate illusion of being ladylike that lasts about until she opens her mouth. Her (completely natural!) fiery red hair is long, wavy, and tends to get everywhere; her skin is pale enough to put her in 'ghost' territory, and it's suspected she's never seen the sun in her life.

Eva is a bit baby-faced, but doesn't mind it, and while her frame appears slight at a glance it belies a significant amount of physical strength-- more than most would expect. Her expressions and gestures tend towards the overdramatic, a gift from her father.
PB: Ebba Zingmark

History: writing about how awful of a dad my character is makes me (deadcat)

Special skills: She did track&field and gymnastics in high school? And she can climb a tree; physically, she's pretty fit.
Strengths: Pretty independent. Capable of making decisions and following through. Confident, stands her ground. Good at brushing things off. FUCK DA HATERS.
Weaknesses: Tends to jump to conclusions and blow things out of proportion. Impulsive and reckless. A strong propensity for violence (though it hasn't come up much prior to this point ...). Has a pretty big mean streak. Extremely entitled, selfish. Acts without regard for other people's decisions or desires.

Misc: Anthropology major! Also she can sing pretty well, but usually that's a talent reserved for CRUSHING IT at karaoke.

Inventory:

Currently wearing: a loose, off-the-shoulders top with a camisole underneath it, and skinny jeans. Shoes were a casualty of war, and same with her sunglasses and hat.

Other things: A small, less-than-waterproof backpack containing a broken iPhone (rip siri), a passport, a wallet, tissues, a mirror, pepper spray, some makeup, a few notebooks and pens, and a copy of The Hunger Games, all in varying states of disrepair; everything else has been lost to the unforgiving sea. >:(