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[FoxerOwl]

This form is considered finished, minus the few art pieces I am missing! Good luck everybody, and good luck to Alva/ditzee/gecko toes and her possible guest judges!

"Hi, the name's Evangeline, and I'm from the 1920's."

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► [ Username ] FoxerOwl

► [ Name ] Evangeline Rose Hart
► [ Nicknames ] Evan, Evange, Eva, Flapper
► [ Name origin ] Greek
► [ Name meaning ] "bearer of good news"

► [ Gender ] Female
► [ Sexual orientation ] Straight

► [ Age ] 21 years, but could be considered older due to time-traveling
► [ Birthday ] December 01, 1905
► [ Zodiac ] Sagittarius ♐
► [ Birthstone ] Topaz, amethyst, or turquoise

► [ Height ] 5'3"
► [ Weight ] 114 pounds
► [ Fur type ] Long, curly, and soft
► [ Body structure ] Lean and curvy
► [ Mental state ] Wild and free

► [ Hair ] Short, curly, soft, thick
► [ Jewelry ] Two peridot bracelets and 5 turquoise jewels
► [ Clothing ] Usually a short dress, a black boa, and her new found obsession: combat boots!

► [ Age when time-traveling ] 21
► [ Located when time-traveling ] Woodland Forest
► [ Time when time-traveling ] July 27, 1926
► [ Time-traveler ] David [owned by Clara Oswin Oswald/.Awaren, permission to use granted]

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blue = interviewer
black = Evangeline

I: "And our final guest for tonight is going to be Evangeline Rose Hart, a girl who supposedly time-traveled here from the 1920's! Let's invite her in and hear her story." The man impatiently gestures for her to come off from backstage and, Evangeline, confused, stumbles her way over the cords and stage lights to sit in the brown plush chair, being blinded by the light shining on her from above.
E: "Um, excuse me," She struggles to shield her eyes from the bright lights, "could you please turn those stage lights off? They're hurting my eyes..."

I: "Ah, darling, but if we turn off those lights the audience won't be able to see your beautiful face!" He flashed a bright white smile at the sitting audience and they all clapped and cheered in approval.
E: Evangeline scrunches her nose up at his petty compliments. She didn't say it, but she wishes he would stop doing this fake act. She hears those compliments every day because nobody could rock the 1920's except for her, because she was from the 1920's of course. Instead she decides to play along. "Oh, stop it sir," she giggles, forcing a blush, smiling a white, but not blinding, grin at the audience. They too cheer, however not as much, and finally settle down for the real interview.

I: "Anyways... Evangeline." He leans forward and clasps one of her hands in his, acting like this was a dramatic scene in a movie where she was about to walk into a sea of death, and this is the interview before she does so. "Are the rumors true? The rumors that you came from the 1920's in the Doctor Who TARDIS from the Doctor Who series on television?" He looks directly into her eyes, and she could see the burning curiosity in those blue pools was real.
E: Evangeline was appalled at how the man took one of her hands, but seeing as this was television and it was supposed to be at least a bit dramatic, she let it slide. What made her even angrier was the word "rumor." She hated rumors and she hated to spread them. She also hated to hear them, but it was true she was often hungry for gossip and would poke her nose in places it didn't belong. However, Evangeline rolls her eyes and replies, "They were not rumors, as I told everyone in town about them. It is true. I was -- I mean am, I suppose -- a flapper from the 1920's, and I was running from my past when I came across David, a man older than me. I told him my situation and he beckoned me onto his... TARDIS, he called it. It was a blue booth, a British police booth he told me, which read "Police Public Call Box" at the top. I didn't understand it but got in, and everything after that was a blur. We were suddenly in space, moving at breakneck speed, when we suddenly stopped. I felt very sick and he told me to get off. I had no idea where we were... but everything looked different. When I walked into a city, people were wearing odd clothing and not dresses or suits like back in the 1920's. When I found a pub, or "bar" as you call it, they didn't gasp when they saw a woman come in. They looked at me, then went back to their drinks. The drinks were funny, too. I was used to wine, champagne, and whiskey. There was... rum, flavored vodkas, and crazy mixed drinks. It was strange, and I had no idea what was going on. I soon passed out... and that's really all I can remember. When I woke up, I went back to the pub and drank some more, slept, and then came here." Evangeline blushes a deep crimson at this confession, yanking her hand away from the man and clasping them in her lap, staring at them.

I: The man rolled his eyes at her "story" and her "rumor" but was startled when Evangeline yanked her hand away. He soon started to pout and crossed his arms across his chest. He leaned in close and whispered, "Look, obviously we're not going to get very far with this interview. I am so glad I scheduled more interviews, thinking I had overfilled my time but in fact, I have extra time. Evangeline, you may leave." He put on a smile for the camera and grabbed her hand, much to Evangeline's discontent. He stood up, practically dragging the flapper to her feet, and yelled loudly, "Evangeline Rose Hart, everybody!" Everybody stood up and clapped, smiling bright like nothing had happened. Evangeline's face maintained her frown, and after a few seconds she once again yanked her hand away and walked off stage.
E: Evan was appalled at the way she was being treated, and then how her interviewer simply stood up and faked his way through the rest of her time. She reluctantly stood up with him, holding back her tears. As soon as the clapping died down enough to where she could hear her own thoughts, she yanked her hand away and stormed off stage, letting her tears fall to the wooden stage floor below. She used a gloved hand to wipe her tears, swinging her boa around her neck in an almost dramatic fashion. She quickly left and got into her car, which she was still getting used to, and sped off.

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Curious • Day-dreamer • Independent
Easily offended • Sensitive • Defensive

Evangeline is a very curious individual; she enjoys learning about anything and everything. However, she likes to do this independently -- she never liked being helped by someone, and never will. However, she is a heavy day-dreamer -- sometimes going hours just day-dreaming. This prevents her from getting through the day, but she can't pass up day-dreaming when the opportunity presents itself!
Evangeline is very sensitive, and for this she's easily offended. She likes the "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" rule, even though she doesn't follow it herself. She can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes, but only once in a while. When Evan is accused of anything, say being a hypocrite for example, she becomes defensive and denies everything the other says, even if it's true fact and she knows that she did something wrong. However, she'll eventually apologize and admit she was wrong.
This is just how this flapper was raised -- and becoming a flapper as a late teenager influenced some of these things. But she's proud of herself, and no one can bring her down!

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✓ Music
✓ Combat boots
✓ Alcohol
✓ Her mother
✓ Dancing
✓ Jewelry
✓ The 21st century

✗ High-heels
✗ Fakers/liars
✗ Bright lights
✗ Her father/town
✗ "Normal" people
✗ Fake jewels
✗ The 1920's

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❝My feather is very important to me, and I keep it with me at all times. The reason for this is quite simple, actually...,❞ Evangeline trails off for a moment as she brings her tail to her face, stroking the large, dangling feather with care.

❝Well... this is for my family.❞ She blinked and her eyes suddenly looked pained, as if remembering her family was hard to do. ❝Even though they didn't approve of my lifestyle back then... becoming a flapper and disobeying pretty much all of the family and social rules, plus a couple of laws,❞ Evan chuckles for a minute, ruffling her hair with a gloved hand, ❝I still loved them. I became a flapper on my 18th birthday, finally deciding that the "normal" lifestyle was much too... normal and boring. After my speech to my family, my mother gave me my birthday present, which was one of her feathers.❞ Evangeline's gaze drifts off into space, trying to remember the memory that was, technically, almost 100 years ago. She finally sighs and continues her story.

❝My mother was sad and my father was mad... my lifestyle wasn't particularly good, but could be handled. But I broke social rules, family rules, and multiple laws. My fire could not be contained and my parents were becoming hopeless. I always had my feather with me, though.❞ Evangeline smiles a bit at this fact. ❝When I turned 19 I discovered alcohol, and although my family did not approve of it, it was fun to sneak around and drink from time to time. When I turned 21, I drank alcohol whenever I could. You could've considered me an alcoholic, back then.❞ She smiled gingerly, casting her eyes downwards at her small feet. ❝Well... I started breaking more rules and laws. My father became very fed up with me and, despite my mother's pleas, set bounties for me to be returned to my family as a lady, not a flapper.❞ Evangeline used her paw to wipe away the tears that were forming.
❝I hid. I had no choice; I didn't want to go back to that lifestyle. I was a flapper, and that was who I wanted to be. Angered beyond belief, my father gathered a mob of my family (except for my mother), my friends, and the rest of the town. They drove me into Woodland Forest, and soon to a cliff. I had nowhere to go; they had surrounded me on all ends. They started appearing out of the trees, one by one. I screamed, begging for help and suddenly...❞ Evangeline's eyes widened. Her different colored eyes were filled with the hope that was in her heart that night.

❝A phone booth appeared out of nowhere. It was blue, with the words "Police Public Call Box" on the top. A tall, male Kiamara with glowing eyes reached out a hand with a distraught face, telling me to hurry up, telling me he'd make my life better. I accepted his hand and he pulled me into his phone booth, and we suddenly zoomed off into space. I had no idea what was going on, but my fingers were pressed to the glass as the last memory of the 1920's zoomed through my head. My mother had ran out of the forest, her hair disheveled and looking like she sprinted all the way from town to this cliff. She held out a hand, watching me leave her forever, while my father and his mob holding torches, pitch forks, and more, cheering that the most horrible flapper was finally gone.❞ Evangeline stopped, looking down at her feather, cradling it ever so gently. Tears threatened to fall from her blue and green eyes.

❝So... this is my last memory. My last memory of my mother.❞ Evangeline sighed and dried her tears once more. She let her tail drop from her lap with a dull thud as it hit the wooden floor. Then she stood and walked out of the room in silence.

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Entry 37 - November 30th, 1926
Dear journal,

Tomorrow, on my birthday, I will tell my parents that I'm going to become a flapper. I've done a lot of thought on this -- and I believe it's the right thing to do. I don't feel right, wearing long dresses, drinking wine, and going to balls. I don't like being polite and patient, kind and gentle. I don't like being the lady my parents want me to be! I want to dance, have parties, drink something other than wine. I hear there's an alcohol called whisky. My parents have never brought it home, nor have I gone to balls where it is served. It's always wine or champagne. I bet whisky is hard to get. Once I become a flapper, the first thing I shall do is drink some whisky.

No, actually, the first thing I shall do is get rid of this long dress and cut my hair! Gosh, long hair is so annoying to take care of! Washing it is a pain, brushing it in the morning makes me cry, and having to put it up in nice buns or gentle, swept back curls is too much work. I'd rather have short hair that I can curl with my grandmother's baby blue curlers as I settle down in my bed for the night. That sounds nice! And I can bring hot cocoa up to my room. I can do everything my parents forbid once I become a flapper! The rules will no longer apply to me! I will be free! Oh, how I long to tell them right now. But it is late and I mustn't be caught; I am writing this by candle light in my closet. Silly, isn't it? But mother warned that father won't buy my favorite dish -- which is salmon fish -- for a whole month! I cannot live without that! So I must hide myself while I write this. I even put pillows under the covers to resemble a human body, sleeping away. Oh, how paranoid I am!

Well, back to the main subject... becoming a flapper. Oh, how I'd love to kick off these kills and go barefoot into the dirt and grass! Play in the mud and get my ball dresses ruined! Oh, how my mother would kill me! But I would just laugh then throw them away. I won't need them once I am a flapper. I don't care if people think I'm insane, if my friends ditch me for people that go to balls and drink fancy wine. I don't need them! I can be a flapper and make friends on my own. Oh, how I'll be free! I just can't wait! I must go to sleep now so I can wake up early in the morning for church. Ugh, how I dread church. Oh well, afterwards at my birthday ball, I shall tell my parents of my decision in a short dress, no-heeled shoes, and chopped, short curly hair! Oh, I can't wait to see their chins drop to the floor in awe...

Well, goodnight journal!

-ERH

The story part of all of this may be a bit confusing -- and for that, I apologize! Here is the gist of it:

Evangeline was born a lady, to a perfect family with the perfect reputation. When the 1920's came around and she was in her adult years, flappers were born! Flappers were women that were very rebellious to their family's and modern traditions at the time. They cut their hair short, wore shorter dresses, broke laws, rules, etc, and danced! They didn't dance all fancy like, like a waltz or anything, they truly danced. This was after it was passed that women could vote, and young teens became very rebellious.
Well, Evangeline never liked the fancy stuff her family forced her to do. There was only one solution: become a flapper! And so she did! On her 18th birthday, she told her parents of her decision. Her father was pissed, and her mother was upset by her decision.

After that, she broke laws and rules. After a while, her father got fed up with her behavior and set up a mob to chase her and scare her into giving up the flapper attitude. They chased her through Woodland Forest and to a cliff. She was trapped and was calling for help, when suddenly David appeared in his TARDIS. He offered to give Evangeline a better life, and loving the thought, accepted and jumped into his TARDIS. Suddenly the door shut and they zoomed into space and time. They time-traveled to modern times (21st century) and David then left Evangeline there. Confused, but away from her psycho family and hometown, she started to develop a life in this new world.

Time-Traveling by keyace on DA, TARDIS done by ego. on CS
Ready for the Interview! by Sanivisu on CS
"Cut loose! Footloose! Kick off your Sunday shoes!" by Soteria on CS
How do you wear "headphones?" by Whisky on CS
"My life before flappers was boring and sad..." by ƈiℯℓ ♥ / Wajagirl
Evangeline's IPod by me

These songs either fit her a lot, or she just likes listening to them!
Footloose by Blake Shelton
Centuries by Fall Out Boy
Cool Kids by Echosmith
Superheroes by The Script (this song spoke to her on so many levels!)
Secrets by One Republic

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This bab will be named { Miss } Angali
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I think this kia fits a female.
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graceful
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sweet
smart
courageous
lovely
kind
believer
dreamer
intelligent
thoughtful
job //
Angali is a professional ballet dancer. She has her own school even, she won 20 awards in ballet.
ballet outfit //
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Username;; pipsqueak99
Name;; Talli [pronounced like tally, /ˈtalē/].
Nickname(s);; None.
Gender;; Cis female.
Sexuality;; Asexual.
Birthdate;; Unknown. She chose January 1st for herself as it symbolizes the first day of a new year, or a new beginning.

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I tally up my hits... Talli came from a place she refuses to talk about. Something there forced her to constrain all of her memories, crushing her subconscious until her personality itself was impaired.
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When Tally was younger, something traumatic happened. Her memory of this is suppressed, and she isn't interested in reliving it. Practically the only thing she willingly retains memory of from her past is the name Cheska Sai (however, she doesn't know if it was her name, or somebody else's). Being asked about it or anything related to her previous life causes her to panic, and her levels of panic rise as the person doing the questioning prods more. However, her more recent backstory is more blatantly and freely told to anybody around so that they don't wonder what happened before. She found herself wandering about downtown one day, and realized that she had let herself go. She couldn't immediately jump to the wealthy and prosperous half of life, so she took up a life that others question. She finds it suits her needs quite nicely.

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Before I explain her personality, I should mention that she created her own personality entirely from scratch. "In a child or adult, the unconscious is a powerful determinant of behavior. When the unconscious is repressed and its content denied entrance into awareness, then eventually the person's conscious mind will be partially overwhelmed by derivatives of these unconscious elements, or else he is forced to keep such a rigid, compulsive control over them that his personality be become severely crippled" (quoted from a book on Jungian-Freud psychology). Talli represses her unconscious when she represses her memory, and therefore didn't have anything to go on when she found herself wandering. She sat down for a few days, and completely built a personality based on her goals and ulterior motives.

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First impressions;; When first meeting Talli, she portrays a charming young lady who's a trifle air-headed and obsessed with things that shine (including herself). No process seems to be in place for decision making, and almost everything seems spontaneous and erratic. An air of intelligence is often revealed farther into the conversations, along with an unnerving amount of eye contact. Her main goal seems to be to get to know the person she's meeting and ingratiate herself with them, whether by showing off, or being completely charming and suggestive. It isn't really flirting so much as flattering others in an almost unnoticeable fashion.
Second impressions;; By the time later and more serious meetings with Talli happen, she seems to be much colder, and withholding some of her previous charm. Her mannerisms are more precise and calculated, and her responses are completely blank or irregular. She could be getting good or bad news whispered into her ear, but you'd never tell by her face because it remains passive.
Once you're in too deep;; By the time one has become completely ensnared by Talli, she manages to flip the tables around so that it seems like she requires the help of others. A clingy and needy aura seems to be coming off of her, but she'll never tell the other that she cares, or show any emotion after being helped. She'll become jealous easily, but won't notice when the other needs her help. The intense bouts of eye contact have never changed, but they'll become more unnerving, more commanding and pressuring than before. She shows off more than before, and often ends up destroying the egos and thought processes of others to prove that her own is dominant. When asked about her consciousness, she claims that everything she does is in defense, and why should she feel remorse about protecting herself?
The aftermath;; After being discarded, others often realized that Talli had a purpose for each and every one of them, and the charming lady had disappeared as they neared their purpose. Once their purpose is fulfilled, the flirtatious lass disappears, only to be replaced by a cold queen who seems to have forgotten you. Her only sign of pleasure is revealed now as she seems to revel in the twisted gains of having proved herself above you. Of course, realizing that nothing good could be coming from her part of town could have helped, but who could blame such weak wills against such charm?

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Her view of herself;; At first, Talli thought she had made herself a very generic personality that could blend in well and easily. As time went by and she settled into her current profession and the role she played, she eventually realized that not all was as subtle and generic as she thought. Perhaps her chosen personality had been influenced by people in the past, but who knows now. She adapted to the new information, and made changes to her plans accordingly. Nobody else suddenly changed personalities as far as she could tell, so she decided to keep the personality and change the plans instead, so as to not alarm anybody or tip them off to the fact that she was less normal than she seemed.
The views of those who know and support her;; Those who know Talli and are on her good side are often impressed by her. People don't get on her good side often, so they often feel an overinflated sense of importance.
The views of those who know and oppose her;; Most who know what Talli really does and don't support her are often disgusted and repelled. Her job is a nasty, dirty one that involves the crushing of others-not a pleasant one to be on the bad side of.

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Flaws;; Although Talli has been working her personality for a while, sometimes she goofs up. The wrong part of her personality will be used, or she'll suddenly find herself playing a completely different person she doesn't recognize. Whenever these slip-ups happen, she often becomes rather disoriented, and shifts quickly between different personality facets, confusing those around her.
Strengths;; Talli doesn't often care about people that much. Because of that, she's able to judge impassively, without basing her decision on past relations and interactions. This may not benefit her relationships, but it benefits her business.
Fears;; Talli has a rather irrational fear of remembering her past. As previously mentioned, she panics when somebody pries too deeply and asks too many questions about her past.
Nervous habits;; Talli fidgets with her bracelets when manipulation isn't going as planned, or if somebody is pressing her too hard. Despite her best efforts to control it, it usually doesn't work, no matter how she works to suppress it.
General habits;; Tali always has some sort of concealed weapon, although her choice of weapon varies from day to day. You never know if it's going to be a traditional oriental weapon, throwing knives, or even some sort of pistol. She just likes to make sure that she has some form of defense. Another habit include
Pet peeves;; One of Talli's biggest pet peeves is being touched by people. She absolutely cannot stand it, although she makes her best efforts to disguise it if she's only recently met them and still needs something from them.

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