
.:general:.
character name: Eve Banks
nickname: Just call her Eve.
gender: Female
age: 17
birthday: July seventh
other: none
.:physical:.
eye color: A deep, imploring violet; nightshade.
hair color: Deep brown and glossy
height: 5'7
weight: 116
body modifications: nope
other: nope
.:in depth:.
personality: Eve is a sweet girl, with outspoken, deep idea's. She might look just like a pretty face, but her thoughts range much deeper than skin. Mostly she wonders about society, humanity, and things of that nature. She wishes more people would understand her, but hardly any do. (And that's not to say she doesn't like to have fun, or joke around, because those are some skills of hers) One thing Eve can't help doing is protecting those she thinks are weaker. Weather that's an animal, a child, or just a random person, she always finds a way to get herself into the middle of it; which normal asks for trouble.Flirty and peppy on the surface, she dances around instead of walks, and sings herself to sleep. Normally, you can always find a smile on her elven face, and it fits her, that she should always seem so happy, for inside, there is such sadness, it's unfathomable.
allergies/diseases: nope
crush: Maybe Luke Z. (?)
boyfriend/girlfriend: none
history: Eve was born in the wilds of the savannah. It's a long story. Her mother and father were very rich people, and, even though it was in terribly poor judgment (As Eve reminds her every few days), Eve's mom, Olivia, flew eight months pregnant. They had a private jet, so it wasn't really as strict on those rules, since she owned it, and they let her on. Olivia and her husband, Eve's father, Sebastian, were flying to Africa where their third home was, on the plains. As they were landing, or close to it, the plane's right wing exploded. IT tumbled the last three hundred feet to the hard ground, and ten minutes later, the bloody Olivia and Sebastian wobbled out of the wreckage, the pilot already leaning against a tree not far from it, his clothes smoking, some puke next to him where he was hunching. The stress of it was too much, and there, three miles from their beautiful villa, in the wilds of Africa, Olivia gave birth to a baby girl. Eve. They named her then and there, without any thought. Eve. Life. They were lucky to be a live; and so was Eve. Just over thirty minutes later a helecopter landed by them, and brought everyone to the hospital, where Olivia, Sebastian, the pilot (Roger), and Eve were cared for and healed from the wounds and stress of the plane crash. Because of her stressful birth, and the fact she was born a whole month early, Eve had to stay in the hospital for another two weeks, and ever since had been small of stature and fragile looking, though she refuses to admit that. (Actual, she only tells people of the plane crash story if she must. It's not something she's proud of) After that, Eve grew up like any child of rich parents. Traveling the world, getting the best education and trainings,but before long, her parents decided that she, a small child, was slowing them down from their lives. They began to leave her at home when they went away, and this summer, they dropped her off at their beach house before jet setting around the world. This time they were off to India. Really though, Eve didn't mind; in fact, a summer lazing about is just what she needs to calm down and meet people. She actually never really knew anyone her own age, since she was homeschoolled, and is probably more nervous than she should be.
orientation: straight
other: none
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.:general:.
character name: Jay Hood
nickname: Jay
gender: male
age: 16
birthday: October first
other: none
.:physical:.
eye color: dark green
hair color: dirty blond, with some lighter blond natural highlights.
height: 5'9
weight: 130
body modifications: none
other: none
.:in depth:.
personality: basically a friendly guy, with no baggage, just looking for a laugh. Like any highschool guy, he can be annoying, but he's a real character, and if asked, he would tell you he was the class clown in school. One to laugh over something hurtful, he's easy-going and fun to be around.
allergies/diseases: dust
crush: none yet
boyfriend/girlfriend: just got out of a relationship--AKA single
history: to be RPed out
orientation: straight
other:none
{xD I love how Eve has these huge paragraphs, and then poor little Jay has one or two sentences. Don't worry, I just have WB for him, poor little guy.}