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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Evalyn Alessa St. Oswald
Gender: Female
Age: 13 - 1 december 1949Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Lucas St. Oswald (played) and Rosalie Morgenstern (deceased)
Residence:York Hall, London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Bailey and Scarlet McCormick, Lincoln Reese, Olive Bellerose, etc.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Born into privilege, little Evie was the epitome of perfection. With Rosalie Morgenstern as her mother, how could the girl not be comparable in beauty to the woman she never knew? It had been incredibly difficult losing her mum at such a tender age, but it was all she had known - a life without the vibrant light her mother’s family had always spoken about. The contagious laughter and the infectious smile they all described made Evie’s heart long for time, sad that she had never been able to know Rosalie.
Unbeknownst to the young girl, Vladimir Borovsky was her biological father. However, the family had paid Rosalie off long before her death to keep that quiet. So once the woman was married to Lucas St. Oswald, little Evie’s surname changed and they were a whole family. Until her untimely death during the childbirth of baby Sebastian.
Losing Rosalie set the family’s seams alight and nothing was the same for a very long time. Evie’s childhood had gone as any pureblood’s would have. Tutors, fancy parties, and strict manners. Her father was hard on her, but she supposed that’s precisely how it was meant to be. She had never known anything else except that.
Until Sebastian had gotten older, and it was very clear that
she was being forced into a role that should have been his. She didn’t want all of the finest education, to know how to play the violin, or feel the weight of the pureblood name on her shoulders.
She just wanted freedom. And friends. And a mother.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Honestly, the sun was so annoying.
Why did there need to be blue skies and bright sunshine when she was in the worst of moods? She wanted thunder to roar and lightening to flash across darkness, to match the sour taste spreading across her tongue. There needed to be chaos and darkness, and not a ray of light.
But there was and all she saw was the brightness. And the familiar scowl of their nanny with the innocent hues of Sebastian. A low sigh left as a younger girl began to holler their way, and through the annoyance of her mood, Evie understood the poor thing just wanted to play.
"Bash, why don't you go play with her?"
She had no interest in doing so, but maybe her brother might.OTHERHow did you find us?
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