Post by evigalina on Dec 30, 2009 12:36:23 GMT -5
Name: Evigalina Athol
Nick Name: Alina or Red
Race: Superhuman
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:
Summary – Evigalina is your typical Irish woman with long fire red hair that bundles up in loose curls right down to the pale skin covered in tan freckles. One of her most unique qualities is her eyes. They are dark green along the edges and instead of having that normal yellow tint that went along with green eyes she has a blue tint instead. The combination is rare and gives her eyes a sense of crystal shine to them. Evigalina is active; having been an acrobat and gymnast back home she keeps a tone and firm figure. Normally, Evigalina would be very picky when it comes to her clothing. She doesn’t like dull and boring clothing that makes her feel old or antique. Instead she likes clothing that is new and now, with cute and sexy combined. With the way things are lately, she has to settle for anything she can get her hands on and take with her. This sucks because most of what’s left is black and tacky. Evigalina has two tattoos on her body; on the inside of her ankles she has the Irish shamrocks in Celtic scribe in green. The inside of her hands are scared as well, as if someone or something had burned them repeatedly. This is the reason why she normally always has gloves on wither they cover her entire hand or has the fingers exposed she never shows her palms willingly.
Hair
Color – Red
Style & Length – Evigalina’s hair is long, normally down to her tail bone or even longer depending on if she gets around to cutting it or getting it cut. Her hair has a natural curl to it which usually only shows up at the ends of her hair after being brushed, but stands out the most when wet.
Eyes
Color – Green along the edge with a tainted blue center.
Texture – Normally, if she isn’t in some sort of mind set her eyes always seem consumed with a sense of humor. As if she has everything and anything to be laughing about.
Skin
Color - Pale
Texture – Being of Irish decent, she just naturally has a blanket of freckles along her face and the rest of her body. During different seasons the freckles seem to stand out more then usual.
Body
Height – 5’8”
Weight – 137 lbs
Build – Athletic with feminine curve
Clothing – Whatever she can find and carry with her. Depending on the season, but her preference is things that are cute and sexy.
Weapon:
Evigalina does carry with her a pair of complete wooden tonfa’s as well. Though she are considered more for training purposes as she never uses these for righting. Reason why is, because they wouldn’t do much damage and they are more useful for training. Normally she keeps them in a side pouch of her motorcycle.
History:
Before – Evigalina was born in Dublin the capital of Ireland. During this time Dublin was a booming down of tourism and extravagate displays. Her mother was a stay at home mother with Evigalina being her 6th child. Her father was a middle class coal mine worker that traveled by train early morning two towns over and normally didn’t come back for three days. Back then, coal miners had to stay where they worked and they were paid by the pound of what they mined. Working three days none stop would always bring enough money to pay the bills and feed the family. Yet, when Evigalina was 7 years old, her father stopped coming back home at all and when he didn’t come it meant the money wasn’t coming either. Her mother would cry herself to sleep at nights and weep over the loss of romance in her life. It took her 3 weeks before she shacked up with an old man who may not have worked, but he had enough money to feed them all and his own house. Evigalina hated the old man; he was verbally and physically abusive not only to his mother but her siblings as well. It was more as if he hated them, but it didn’t matter. He was always so drunk on the sauce that by the time he started swinging he was already going down for the count.
Evigalina went to school like everyone else. Her mother was a firm believer in education and being educated especially in a world where in Ireland as a female it wasn’t easy finding a job. The society which was mainly controlled by the male population believed more that it was best that the women be left to tend to the house, the farm and baring kids then working and making money. This all happened after her father left, mother had gotten bitter and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, least that what’s her oldest brother told her growing up. Evigalina didn’t have many problems growing up as a child; she played out in the fields with the other children and laughed her days away. The holidays weren’t as happy though, she didn’t like spending them with the old man unless he was already passed out. Normally, they waited until he was. They didn’t get much for Christmas except a few pieces of candy and an orange, but that was enough. They were happy with what they had long as they had there mother.
She was 12 when her mother passed away. They told her it was breast cancer which had done her in at the end. Evigalina called it a broken heart. As soon as her mother was gone, things at the house darkened. Most of her siblings had already gotten old enough and the old man who couldn’t find her mother now was finding her sister to warm his bed when he was drunk. When her sister was old enough she had run away. No one had blamed her, really it was impossible to do so, but the night he had tried to crawl into her bed was the night she had been prepared out of pure fear being the only female left within her siblings. Evigalina had kept a small pocket knife under her pillow. When he came in, she swung it out from under the pillow and stabbed him directly in his palm. He was enraged, enraged to the point where he had used the same blade and began to slice repeatedly at her own palms. If it hadn’t been for her brothers who had pulled him off her and used that knife against him again, she thought she would have lost her hands. Evigalina only remembered the old man had stopped moving and her brothers who were wrapping her hands up tightly.
They had left, run away and turned to the streets to try and survive as orphans now. The streets weren’t as easy to live on. Having to steal and rob from anyone who had anything to take. You were always on the run and as an Athol you remained true by your blood name because on the streets it was all you had. Things in Dublin started to get worse, and one year when she was 18 years old she was separated from her brothers during a riot. Evigalina had been dragged away and brought to a place which resembled a training camp more then a prison. She wasn’t given a number or told to remove anything. They were cramped in small huts as the sounds of howling filled the night and bloody screams as if someone was being torn to bits. She remembered waking in cold sweats from the screaming. She hadn’t been there long, it was only a month before they came dressed in riot gear and slamming there batons against these large plastic shields. They were moving them, moving them out of the huts as if they were nothing more then cattle. The walls were lined with fence and barbwire outside as they headed down through the muddy and blood covered ground towards a black brick building. They stood, waiting as one by one they were forced inside. No one knew what happened inside until you were already in there.
Evigalina remembered the white room she walked into. She stood out against everyone dressed in white. She was dirty, her hair was mangy and she was nearly blinded by all the lights. She remembered they had stuck her with some sort of needle before shoving her out a side door which lead to a large fenced in yard. As she stood there, watching trying to figure out what was going on. She saw some people convulsing on the floor, as if they had just been poisoned. Others seemed to be reacting as if they had gone insane. What was going on? The sounds of barking caught her attention. Evigalina had caught the sudden smell of wet dog, why, she didn’t know but she could smell them coming. A pack of them, skinny pit bulls as if they hadn’t been fed within days were being released into the fenced in yard and instantly attacking people. She didn’t understand the insanity, but one thing she did know was that there was something wrong with her, something strange and she had managed to jump the fence without any issue. As soon as she did, she was being chased, right through the woods and she was heading deeper and deeper until she heard the sound of planes in the distance. She could ear everything so much more clearly then before and her vision seemed to improve as well. Sneaking on by the gears of a plane, she hitched an illegal ride and without fear of probably freezing to death either.
America, when the plane had landed and Evigalina was free, she was amazed to find herself in California. Didn’t take her long before she pitied herself into someone’s home for a wash, some food and some good rest. Yet, it was then that she had seen a television for the first time and was able to watch the news. She had watched it for 12 hours straight and only slowly did that injection begin to make any sense to her.
After –
Chaos, it was pretty bad and unexpected. Evigalina figured the only reason she had survived the main attack was because she was hidden out restocking a fall out shelter with some canned goods. She ended up having to make a home of what was left, and the few survivors of the town had found themselves holed up in the shelter with her. That was when she met him; he was a town officer who doubled as a defensive instructor and martial artist. Evigalina didn’t know anything about either one; she only knew what she did in school until her senior year which was acrobatics and long distance running which in this case helped her with flexibility and speed. Either way, she developed a bond. Call it the instincts of survival or just a crush, but it was there. It was unfortunate, that she had never been able to really act on that minor crush that swelled inside her as each night they trained close. It was clear his intentions were on helping her defend and fight for survival. She had thought it had been completely one sided until he had surprised her. The motorcycle was a black custom night train. She figured maybe 2005 but she wasn’t sure. She had told him before she had ridden motorcycles in the streets of Ireland to get away from the police. Funny, how now she wanted to be in the arms of one.
Yet, as laughed, she realized it hadn’t been one sided. The feeling was mutual but like any happy story there was a sad ending. That night, just as emotions were laid out and the true feelings were shown, there had been an attack on the small encampment. Evigalina had never seen such creatures before. With flesh that had been rotted, there instincts were simply to eat and kill. Somehow, she felt as if she should have seen this coming. Evigalina had been the only survivor because she wasn’t normal. She wasn’t like them at all and in fact she probably wasn’t like anyone else she knew. That was only because she knew no one here in the United States. With her thick Irish accent and now only the clothes on her back, her weapons hand made for her by her now lost love that had never been. She was left to her own devices and the wide open road. Evigalina grabbed what she could and loaded up the bike. From California she rode, looking for gas and a place to call home.
New York, why not, it was every Irish immigrants dream to see that big lady, right?
- Extras-
Personality: Evigalina has many sides to her. Normally, she comes across as a very happy kind of person even under extreme conditions and situations. She sort of tries to laugh everything off and find the comical side of things. Which usually is always reflected in her eyes and that smile that touches her lips. Evigalina doesn’t find many things annoying, but what she does find that not only annoys her but actually enrages her is when someone shortens her name and just calls her Evi. Evigalina finds it to be a great disrespect to her birth given name and takes it as an insult to herself and the woman that gave birth to her. Her mother used to call her Alina and though Evigalina doesn’t like people shortening her name, she does let those close to her call her by Alina but that normally goes only to her own lover then anyone else. There are a few who get to call her red. That normally happens when she tells them too, because she doesn’t want to give away her real name. Evigalina has one great weakness and that’s the love to drink and be drinking. Call it the curse of the sauce or just the need to forget the bad and remember the good old days back in Ireland but whatever it is, she loves to drink. Doesn’t matter either, she has a fine taste for any type and it also helps that being Irish and having been drinking for so long she has one HELL of a tolerance. That tolerance always helps her out during a drinking game for some quick scraps of whatever she can get someone to bet. Yet, deep inside Evigalina has a sense of emptiness and loneliness. Before her life turned upside down, she had always just wanted to love and be loved. She feels indifferent because she isn’t a normal human anymore and she doesn’t feel as if she is appealing to anyone anymore, oddly this makes he feel lonely and distant as if she is an outsider.
Face Claim: Angelica Bridges
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Nick Name: Alina or Red
Race: Superhuman
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:
Summary – Evigalina is your typical Irish woman with long fire red hair that bundles up in loose curls right down to the pale skin covered in tan freckles. One of her most unique qualities is her eyes. They are dark green along the edges and instead of having that normal yellow tint that went along with green eyes she has a blue tint instead. The combination is rare and gives her eyes a sense of crystal shine to them. Evigalina is active; having been an acrobat and gymnast back home she keeps a tone and firm figure. Normally, Evigalina would be very picky when it comes to her clothing. She doesn’t like dull and boring clothing that makes her feel old or antique. Instead she likes clothing that is new and now, with cute and sexy combined. With the way things are lately, she has to settle for anything she can get her hands on and take with her. This sucks because most of what’s left is black and tacky. Evigalina has two tattoos on her body; on the inside of her ankles she has the Irish shamrocks in Celtic scribe in green. The inside of her hands are scared as well, as if someone or something had burned them repeatedly. This is the reason why she normally always has gloves on wither they cover her entire hand or has the fingers exposed she never shows her palms willingly.
Hair
Color – Red
Style & Length – Evigalina’s hair is long, normally down to her tail bone or even longer depending on if she gets around to cutting it or getting it cut. Her hair has a natural curl to it which usually only shows up at the ends of her hair after being brushed, but stands out the most when wet.
Eyes
Color – Green along the edge with a tainted blue center.
Texture – Normally, if she isn’t in some sort of mind set her eyes always seem consumed with a sense of humor. As if she has everything and anything to be laughing about.
Skin
Color - Pale
Texture – Being of Irish decent, she just naturally has a blanket of freckles along her face and the rest of her body. During different seasons the freckles seem to stand out more then usual.
Body
Height – 5’8”
Weight – 137 lbs
Build – Athletic with feminine curve
Clothing – Whatever she can find and carry with her. Depending on the season, but her preference is things that are cute and sexy.
Weapon:
- Type – Bladed Tonfa
- Appearance – Not to be mistaken as a sword. A bladed tonfa originally started off as a wooden baton with an extra handle added to it for better grip and maneuvering. With a length of 24 inches from one end to the other the added handle normally 4 inches out. The wooden nose of the tonfa was replaced with a blade normally more used for stabbing and reflecting of other metal weapons. The reasons why the tonfa isn’t considered a sword because of various reasons, it isn’t long enough to be a sword, it isn’t held like a sword and because the tonfa doesn’t belong to the sword family. Though its unique appearance also means that the bladed tonfa holds advantages especially when in dual use and Evigalina carries two, both strapped to her back with handles sticking out so she could easily reach behind herself and withdraw them from there sheathes.
- Ability – The bladed tonfa doesn’t hold any special abilities on its own. Only the one who uses it can really draw out the skill of using a tonfa. The tonfa isn’t a long range weapon and it also is not a throwing weapon. It is mainly used for close combat weapon.
- Damage – The bladed tonfa can be sharpened to the point where it is capable of cutting off the head of someone, but if not the tonfa itself is only good for stabbing with the tip. Being a blunt object also gives it the advantage of knocking a few heads if struck with it. The amount of damage it does in that sense also depends on the force behind the blow.
- Strengths & Weaknesses – Because the tonfa isn’t not an easily skilled weapon, it takes a lot of practice and speed in order to handle it. The tonfa is a dual use weapon, because of the added blade. Originally used only for defense but now with the ability to stab her victims she can use it on the offense sense. The draw back of this weapon is that she has to be up close and face to face with her enemies to use it. The tonfa is too heavy to be considered or used as a throwing weapon and if you’re not close enough the power behind the moves won’t even scratch or make a dent on her enemy. The strengths of this weapon as that it is unique, when seen right away no one seems to make sense of the weapon giving her a sudden sense of surprise on her enemies when she uses it.
Evigalina does carry with her a pair of complete wooden tonfa’s as well. Though she are considered more for training purposes as she never uses these for righting. Reason why is, because they wouldn’t do much damage and they are more useful for training. Normally she keeps them in a side pouch of her motorcycle.
History:
Before – Evigalina was born in Dublin the capital of Ireland. During this time Dublin was a booming down of tourism and extravagate displays. Her mother was a stay at home mother with Evigalina being her 6th child. Her father was a middle class coal mine worker that traveled by train early morning two towns over and normally didn’t come back for three days. Back then, coal miners had to stay where they worked and they were paid by the pound of what they mined. Working three days none stop would always bring enough money to pay the bills and feed the family. Yet, when Evigalina was 7 years old, her father stopped coming back home at all and when he didn’t come it meant the money wasn’t coming either. Her mother would cry herself to sleep at nights and weep over the loss of romance in her life. It took her 3 weeks before she shacked up with an old man who may not have worked, but he had enough money to feed them all and his own house. Evigalina hated the old man; he was verbally and physically abusive not only to his mother but her siblings as well. It was more as if he hated them, but it didn’t matter. He was always so drunk on the sauce that by the time he started swinging he was already going down for the count.
Evigalina went to school like everyone else. Her mother was a firm believer in education and being educated especially in a world where in Ireland as a female it wasn’t easy finding a job. The society which was mainly controlled by the male population believed more that it was best that the women be left to tend to the house, the farm and baring kids then working and making money. This all happened after her father left, mother had gotten bitter and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, least that what’s her oldest brother told her growing up. Evigalina didn’t have many problems growing up as a child; she played out in the fields with the other children and laughed her days away. The holidays weren’t as happy though, she didn’t like spending them with the old man unless he was already passed out. Normally, they waited until he was. They didn’t get much for Christmas except a few pieces of candy and an orange, but that was enough. They were happy with what they had long as they had there mother.
She was 12 when her mother passed away. They told her it was breast cancer which had done her in at the end. Evigalina called it a broken heart. As soon as her mother was gone, things at the house darkened. Most of her siblings had already gotten old enough and the old man who couldn’t find her mother now was finding her sister to warm his bed when he was drunk. When her sister was old enough she had run away. No one had blamed her, really it was impossible to do so, but the night he had tried to crawl into her bed was the night she had been prepared out of pure fear being the only female left within her siblings. Evigalina had kept a small pocket knife under her pillow. When he came in, she swung it out from under the pillow and stabbed him directly in his palm. He was enraged, enraged to the point where he had used the same blade and began to slice repeatedly at her own palms. If it hadn’t been for her brothers who had pulled him off her and used that knife against him again, she thought she would have lost her hands. Evigalina only remembered the old man had stopped moving and her brothers who were wrapping her hands up tightly.
They had left, run away and turned to the streets to try and survive as orphans now. The streets weren’t as easy to live on. Having to steal and rob from anyone who had anything to take. You were always on the run and as an Athol you remained true by your blood name because on the streets it was all you had. Things in Dublin started to get worse, and one year when she was 18 years old she was separated from her brothers during a riot. Evigalina had been dragged away and brought to a place which resembled a training camp more then a prison. She wasn’t given a number or told to remove anything. They were cramped in small huts as the sounds of howling filled the night and bloody screams as if someone was being torn to bits. She remembered waking in cold sweats from the screaming. She hadn’t been there long, it was only a month before they came dressed in riot gear and slamming there batons against these large plastic shields. They were moving them, moving them out of the huts as if they were nothing more then cattle. The walls were lined with fence and barbwire outside as they headed down through the muddy and blood covered ground towards a black brick building. They stood, waiting as one by one they were forced inside. No one knew what happened inside until you were already in there.
Evigalina remembered the white room she walked into. She stood out against everyone dressed in white. She was dirty, her hair was mangy and she was nearly blinded by all the lights. She remembered they had stuck her with some sort of needle before shoving her out a side door which lead to a large fenced in yard. As she stood there, watching trying to figure out what was going on. She saw some people convulsing on the floor, as if they had just been poisoned. Others seemed to be reacting as if they had gone insane. What was going on? The sounds of barking caught her attention. Evigalina had caught the sudden smell of wet dog, why, she didn’t know but she could smell them coming. A pack of them, skinny pit bulls as if they hadn’t been fed within days were being released into the fenced in yard and instantly attacking people. She didn’t understand the insanity, but one thing she did know was that there was something wrong with her, something strange and she had managed to jump the fence without any issue. As soon as she did, she was being chased, right through the woods and she was heading deeper and deeper until she heard the sound of planes in the distance. She could ear everything so much more clearly then before and her vision seemed to improve as well. Sneaking on by the gears of a plane, she hitched an illegal ride and without fear of probably freezing to death either.
America, when the plane had landed and Evigalina was free, she was amazed to find herself in California. Didn’t take her long before she pitied herself into someone’s home for a wash, some food and some good rest. Yet, it was then that she had seen a television for the first time and was able to watch the news. She had watched it for 12 hours straight and only slowly did that injection begin to make any sense to her.
After –
Chaos, it was pretty bad and unexpected. Evigalina figured the only reason she had survived the main attack was because she was hidden out restocking a fall out shelter with some canned goods. She ended up having to make a home of what was left, and the few survivors of the town had found themselves holed up in the shelter with her. That was when she met him; he was a town officer who doubled as a defensive instructor and martial artist. Evigalina didn’t know anything about either one; she only knew what she did in school until her senior year which was acrobatics and long distance running which in this case helped her with flexibility and speed. Either way, she developed a bond. Call it the instincts of survival or just a crush, but it was there. It was unfortunate, that she had never been able to really act on that minor crush that swelled inside her as each night they trained close. It was clear his intentions were on helping her defend and fight for survival. She had thought it had been completely one sided until he had surprised her. The motorcycle was a black custom night train. She figured maybe 2005 but she wasn’t sure. She had told him before she had ridden motorcycles in the streets of Ireland to get away from the police. Funny, how now she wanted to be in the arms of one.
Yet, as laughed, she realized it hadn’t been one sided. The feeling was mutual but like any happy story there was a sad ending. That night, just as emotions were laid out and the true feelings were shown, there had been an attack on the small encampment. Evigalina had never seen such creatures before. With flesh that had been rotted, there instincts were simply to eat and kill. Somehow, she felt as if she should have seen this coming. Evigalina had been the only survivor because she wasn’t normal. She wasn’t like them at all and in fact she probably wasn’t like anyone else she knew. That was only because she knew no one here in the United States. With her thick Irish accent and now only the clothes on her back, her weapons hand made for her by her now lost love that had never been. She was left to her own devices and the wide open road. Evigalina grabbed what she could and loaded up the bike. From California she rode, looking for gas and a place to call home.
New York, why not, it was every Irish immigrants dream to see that big lady, right?
- Extras-
Personality: Evigalina has many sides to her. Normally, she comes across as a very happy kind of person even under extreme conditions and situations. She sort of tries to laugh everything off and find the comical side of things. Which usually is always reflected in her eyes and that smile that touches her lips. Evigalina doesn’t find many things annoying, but what she does find that not only annoys her but actually enrages her is when someone shortens her name and just calls her Evi. Evigalina finds it to be a great disrespect to her birth given name and takes it as an insult to herself and the woman that gave birth to her. Her mother used to call her Alina and though Evigalina doesn’t like people shortening her name, she does let those close to her call her by Alina but that normally goes only to her own lover then anyone else. There are a few who get to call her red. That normally happens when she tells them too, because she doesn’t want to give away her real name. Evigalina has one great weakness and that’s the love to drink and be drinking. Call it the curse of the sauce or just the need to forget the bad and remember the good old days back in Ireland but whatever it is, she loves to drink. Doesn’t matter either, she has a fine taste for any type and it also helps that being Irish and having been drinking for so long she has one HELL of a tolerance. That tolerance always helps her out during a drinking game for some quick scraps of whatever she can get someone to bet. Yet, deep inside Evigalina has a sense of emptiness and loneliness. Before her life turned upside down, she had always just wanted to love and be loved. She feels indifferent because she isn’t a normal human anymore and she doesn’t feel as if she is appealing to anyone anymore, oddly this makes he feel lonely and distant as if she is an outsider.
Face Claim: Angelica Bridges
Pictures: