Name;
"My full name is Evelyn Tinkler-Rose. It's very nice to meet you.
I often go by Eve, but some of my other nicknames are Lyn or Ellie."
Gender;;
"I am a girl."
Traits;;
"Well, If I were to use on word to sum up my character, it would be...
Peaceful?" - Evelyn is a very obedient girl, and is definitely a peace-
keeper. She has a very calm and timid nature, being very maternal
and nurturing. Despite being slightly clumsy and awkward, she is
very caring and loyal. She's very jumpy and adjusted to quiet, meaning
she will shy away when approached by a large group of people. Evelyn
is very creative and imaginative, but not very opinionated and would
rather stick with other people's thoughts than her own.
♥ Nerdy ♥ Hipster ♥ Tumbler Addict ♥ Creative
Hobbies/Interests;;
Likes
| Hot cocoa | Olive trees | Snow | Peace | Festive
seasons | Winter | Sparkly things | Travelling |
| Birds | Quiet
Dislikes
| Colds/Winter illnesses | Large crowds | Crows | Dirt/
mud | Clowns/Circuses | Messy/untidy rooms | Snakes
The Orchard
Evelyn has turned her backyard into a project; an
orchard. She has taken to growing a different array
of trees, the most common being Maple trees,
Cherry Blossom trees, Apple trees and orange
trees. But at the center, she has her most
favorite tree, the Olive Tree. She has had it for as
long as she can remember, and it holds a very dear
place in her heart.
Crafts
Evelyn likes to make themed crafts for her house
throughout the seasons, maybe because they're
cheaper, but she also thinks homemade things
are prettier than bought things. She gathers
holly together every year to make her own
wreath to go on her front door, but the thing
she looks forward to the most is the hot glue
snowflakes. She takes out her glue gun and
glitter, and makes snowflake shapes to decorate
her Christmas tree and house with.
Accessories;;
♥ Greyish-brown knitted hat
A simple, greyish-brown hat made from a fine wool. She
is usually seen wearing it in winter, and some of autumn
and spring, but keeps it away in summer.
♥ Glasses
Evelyn is visually impaired, and sometimes wears
contact lenses. But she doesn't really like putting
things close or into her eye, so often wears a pair
of thick-rimmed glasses instead.
♥ Olive Branch
Evelyn carries an olive branch around with her. She
claims it comforts her, though it is slightly strange.
She either keeps it in her satchel or in her hands.
Doves are usually seem with olive branches (symbols,
stories e.g) so I took inspiration from this.
♥ Satchel
A plaid satchel. She usually takes it out on trips
with her, and it comes surprisingly in handy at
unexpected times. It is adorned in many different
pin badges that describe a bright and lively
personality.
The Olive Tree
A dry exhale escaped Evelyn's throat, her condensed breath drifting skyward in whipped up rings. It was a fresh cold morning, and frost had webbed the pavements. The windows of the surrounding shops glittered with condensation. Upon feeling a tingle on her nose, Evelyn lifted her blue gaze up to see snow begin to fall and dust the pavements like sugar powder. Her snowy white hair softly ruffled with a draft that swept through the valley of tall skyscrapers, the ice cold burning her face and nibbling at her nose. The girl clutched onto the olive branch as she began to shuffle along the sand-paper pavements, avoiding the eyes of those that passed her. It was the early morning, not long after 8:00am, and the city began to slowly awaken from it's sluggish roll and buzz to life with businessmen and women migrating to their workplace. In her other hand, she held a hot drink.
I know I really shouldn't have... But I haven't had one for weeks now. I though I'd treat myself.
It was a pumpkin Spice Latte, something she had a guilty pleasure for. She couldn't help but feel sheepish every time she glanced down it, but she eventually shrugged it off. Raising the cup to her mouth, she drew a small sip and shook her head as she swallowed as it burnt her throat.
Ok... So it's 8:15am... I should have plenty of time.
Evelyn was focused on her watch, before pulling her gaze upwards once more to look around her. She was looking for a certain florists, the same one she repeatedly ventured too whenever she was in need for more saplings for her growing orchard project. But today was different, she was going to buy an olive tree sapling. She already had one at home, and it was her favorite tree. But she wanted to expand her collection, so she had trekked into the inner city in search. Evelyn had actually been stood at the kurb for quite a while now, and had waited for a cluster of people to form in order to cross the road with her, and flocked across the road in the direction of the garden store. Evelyn opened up the door and forcefully pushed it shut behind her, a cluster of snowflakes blowing in behind her. The store was warm, and sent a shiver tearing down her spine as she adjusted to the warmer climate and heated up. Lifting up the olive branch, she looked at the person stood behind the counter. "I placed an order for one of these." Evelyn softly spoke, gently waving the olive branch and smiling warmly. The accountant perked up and ducked down, retrieving a small plastic bag.
It's strangely small...
Evelyn couldn't help but think as she exchanged the money for the sapling. Nodding and waving as she headed out the door, she gently packed the sapling away in her bag and began to head back to her house where she had a special spot reserved the tree's new life.
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