Post by Evangeline Clare on May 26, 2009 20:40:01 GMT
Name
Evangeline Mary Clare (formerly O'Malley)
Age
18 (d.o.b. 22nd April 1991)
Physical Description
Standing at five foot six, Evangeline isn’t especially tall, so she doesn’t exactly strike the impressive figure that you’d automatically think of when you think of a soldier, with her just-over-average height, and petite features. She doesn’t have much of a figure to speak of, just enough to avoiding looking childlike, and has thin limbs with white, white perfect shoulders which are her favourite part of her body. She has a classical, fine-featured face, marked by her wide grey eyes and small pink mouth, surrounded by a thick cloud of fair hair. Her pet hate about her body would be her teeth - they're not bad, but as she gave up on the "miracle" of orthodontia early, she still has a gap in between her front teeth, which she absolutely detests. She also hates her feet, but, well, she hates everyone's feet.
Clothing Description
It’s maybe unnecessary to say that Evangeline’s current taste in clothing is a little different to the clothes she was to wear during the early part of her adolescence. At her convent boarding school, she wore the standard conservative uniform – and her non-uniform clothes had to be equally conservative, made up of lots of neutral cardigans. When she left the school, the hemlines became shorter, the necklines lower and the heels higher, with clothes in general becoming more exciting as she discovered the power of looking and feeling sexy, but now, she wears clothes that are pretty yet practical for life in the barracks – things that are vaguely feminine and attractive, but not so girly that they scream that she’s too feminine to do her job. Purple is her favourite colour, so she employs a lot of deep purple in her colour palettes, mostly with accessories, including her favourite blackberry patent heels (shoe-wise, she also has a mild fascination with the psychology and attractiveness of red shoes, so you may see a few of those in her shoe rack alongside the black army boots). Slim-fitting jeans are often the order of the day, in any colour of denim but acid-wash (Evangeline does not find anything 1980s appealing). The cardigans are back, but not the conservative ones of her convent days – long, loose “boyfriend” cardigans are a staple of casual life, usually over some form of intricate top. She has retained a passion for skirts, but she has found that unless it is a specific time where she can use her femininity as an advantage, it is very difficult to be taken seriously in an army. Gone are the days of Orla Ryder, where femininity could be used as advantage, with a woman in power, and so, trousers are back. However, if she feels that she can get away with it, she will be wearing a skirt.
Oh, the other thing. While Evangeline’s Catholic roots aren’t exactly relevant anymore, she still keeps a reminder of them around her neck – a small silver crucifix on a delicate chain.
History
Born Mary Evangeline O’Malley on the 22nd April 1991 to parents Joseph Paul and Rebekah Cathleen O’Malley in the Hospital of St. Gerard Majella, there isn’t really much worthy of note in Evangeline’s early years – she grew up sheltered in a safe, quiet suburban area of a small town, filled with other children and filled with churches. The Christian religion was the centre of this town, whatever denomination you belonged to, be it Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Pentecostal… The O’Malleys were very staunch Catholics and loyal members of St Agnes’ Parish Church, with the three O’Malleys attending mass three times a week (though, seeing as Evangeline was an only child, she always doubted that her parents practiced what the Pope preached when it came to matters of contraception), and sending their daughter to the little parish school, and when she came to secondary school age, sending her to the Convent of the Immaculate Heart as a boarder in the nearest city.
Again, there wasn’t much of note in her first few years at Immaculate Heart – she led a quiet life of study and prayer there, as a very shy and deeply religious girl on the brink of puberty, a girl who had a passion for God and singing, then something happened to shatter her quiet, peaceful world. As a Christian, her faith in the divine was absolute, with Christ being the perpetrator of miracles and an omnipotent God in control. She believed in the devil, and angels and demons… Things such as “I am Legion for we are many” weren’t just stories to her, they were God’s own truth. Which is why she panicked, when her powers arrived over a decade late, at the age of sixteen. Her background had been one which sheltered her from the ugly truth of the world, something that had apparently meant hiding her from the truth of people with powers, so when she suddenly started to be able to tell a falsehood from the truth, and, more frighteningly, often lost track of her own body and ended up taking control of the bodies of others accidentally, she was … well, terrified. Was she possessed? Was she earmarked out by the devil to possess the bodies of others, like Legion? And, oh, help her God, what if she were found out by the nuns?
So she fled, switching her names and becoming Evangeline Mary, and taking on her confirmation name of Clare (after St Clare of Assisi) as her surname. Sometimes even fleeing and marking herself untraceable didn't feel like enough, especially when Evangeline lost control of her abilities. Sometimes she scared herself so much that she felt it would be a better idea just to leave it, to leave...
But still, eventually, she learned through a bitter path how to keep her powers stable, while she was living in a small town in the neighbouring country, working as a shop assistant by day and studying IT, English Literature and Politics at the local technical college. It was at that college that she met Addie Ward and Grayson McComb and his sister Isobel. All three were English Literature students, and all three gifted people, although, Evangeline was unaware of this until they had marked her out as one of their own. In a way, they became her mentors. As three charming, confident people, they attracted the still shy Evangeline like a magnet... and completely transformed her.
The three students, all in their early twenties, ushered her into an underground scene filled with these attractive, dangerously sexy gifted people. They taught her how simple self-control could hide the powers, and how to use them. They taught her that they weren't something to be scared of, but to be honed, and used. That there were schools, legal, prestigious schools which taught these things, like the famed Orchid Hill.
That they weren't evil.
Seeing all of these gifted people around her, educated, lovely attractive people, Evangeline learned that lesson quickly, and it brought within her a new doubting sensation that she'd never before experience. Faith for her was a deep knowledge of something unexplained - something innate and permanent. But these philosophies and the realisation that these things the Bible condemned as the work of the devil were not, but merely things given to people by chance or genetics, and which were commonly accepted as almost normal the world over... it shook her convictions, and as things went on, they became harder and harder to hold on to, until she ended up leaving them behind as something from her past - something that belonged to Mary, not to Evangeline. So, she hardened, and at the same time, was dragged out of the warm, protective, soft shell she'd surrounded herself with since birth. And began to search for something real to believe in - something that this new universe seemed to offer
But this new world wasn't as great as it at first seemed. The underground, as part of its very nature, had a deep, darker underbelly. Something more dangerous than the intellectual movement, the drugs, the sex, the music and the drinking, though it took Evangeline a while to find it, to see through the glitzy shield. And what it took to do that was the blood.
Imagine a kind of drug that could put you on a high that you'd never need to come down from. Imagine a kind of drug that wouldn't just make you feel invincible - it would make you be invincible. Imagine a kind of drug that, even just for a few minutes, could make you one of them...
Something red, something thick, something fluid. Something bloody. And something that could earn you a fortune if you had the materials. Evangeline didn't know where the dealers got the majority of their stocks from, but she did know of people who took their own and sold it for ridiculous amounts of money. It was the perfect way of earning, she was told.
Except for the side effects. A thousand times more desirable than E it may have been, but it was a thousand times more dangerous. People were becoming addicted everywhere, people's powers were becoming warped, and people were dying. But as long as the money kept flowing in, no one cared.
Until they found out about the children.
That was when Evangeline left behind the people that had brought her into the knowledge of her gifts, and went, determined to stop this. That led her onto her journey to finding Marius' Forces, and something clicked.
She has yet to talk about what happened between her leaving Addie, Grayson and Isobel and arriving at base, but has been a member of the forces for just under a year now, and safely out of the dark underground scene. But, even out of those earthly temptation, Evangeline is still being met with her forbidden fruits there...
Personality
Coming from the sheltered, conservative and quiet walls of a convent, Evangeline experienced a major personality shift. The quiet, shy, spiritual girl experienced the shock of her life when her powers came, without warning. Since possession was something that Evangeline’s life guide, the Bible, exactly lauded (usually referring to it in terms of demons), when she realised she had this ability, she… well, panicked a little, at a point genuinely fearing that she was evil, that the devil had earmarked her for this. But, when she realised that it wasn’t something evil, in a way, it shook her even more. The quiet, innate faith she had always held was challenged, and eventually shattered, making her grow into a new, harder skin. The years that she spent with Addie, Grayson and Isobel was while she attempted to find something else to rely on gave her the knowledge that she would much rather have never learned, a terrible lesson from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. An emptiness that she could never quite fill after the loss of her absolute faith in God prevailed, which led Evangeline into some decisions that maybe weren’t the best for her at the time, in the search for something else to believe in. However, she was unable to find something, until she found the Forces. The cause gave her something to believe in, even if it didn’t fill the hole – for that, she’s still searching. But the new cause of the war has given her a new, calm self assurance in what she says and does.
She is a person who knows what she’s doing, and to facilitate that, weaves a steady, calm veil over herself to try and keep her identity secret. And, well, not just her identity. Evangeline hasn’t experienced being hurt by many people in her life, but she has a chronic fear of allowing herself to get hurt, which is another reason for the veil of secrecy (her power of lie detection makes it easy for her to know how to do this without being caught out – and after all, who would suspect the lie-detector of being the liar?). Out of all the people Evangeline knows, not one of them knows her.
Her other defence for that is her tongue. To coin a phrase, Evangeline can be a real cow. Physically, she’s not exactly the strongest of people, and while she’s never broken anyone’s bones with a stone or a stick, she’s cut straight through to the heart with a couple of words. After being quiet and in a place of near silence for so many years, the discovery of this new weapon was something that still thrills Evangeline, the fact that she can cause damage with just a few words. It’s a little sick for her to enjoy it so much, but she does so anyway, it comes as part of her slightly twisted sense of humour. This also gives the impression that she’s as hard as rock, but it is an illusion – for someone seemingly so thick-skinned, it really doesn’t take a lot to upset Evangeline. She’s not exactly a crier, but she is very easily upset. All it takes is a comment, or a look, and it doesn’t even have to be something that touches a deep nerve. Or, well, any nerve at all. Even with her acid tongue, Evangeline has a skin as soft and as easy to cut through as butter – which, really just provides another excuse for her caution.
Another thing is her strong moral code. Though her belief in Christianity has diminished, the old doctrines and morals of her childhood are very, very deeply ingrained, and very hard to shake off. Some of them were, of course, able to be dropped with her underground period, but they’re all still there, and while Evangeline is very aware that they are good codes to live by, some of the less essential codes can cause problems…
Gifts
Pets
No pets. Animals can be pretty to look at and all, but pets… just no.
Other
Evangeline loves to sing. Any time, any place, any song.
Group
The Forces
Evangeline Mary Clare (formerly O'Malley)
Age
18 (d.o.b. 22nd April 1991)
Physical Description
Standing at five foot six, Evangeline isn’t especially tall, so she doesn’t exactly strike the impressive figure that you’d automatically think of when you think of a soldier, with her just-over-average height, and petite features. She doesn’t have much of a figure to speak of, just enough to avoiding looking childlike, and has thin limbs with white, white perfect shoulders which are her favourite part of her body. She has a classical, fine-featured face, marked by her wide grey eyes and small pink mouth, surrounded by a thick cloud of fair hair. Her pet hate about her body would be her teeth - they're not bad, but as she gave up on the "miracle" of orthodontia early, she still has a gap in between her front teeth, which she absolutely detests. She also hates her feet, but, well, she hates everyone's feet.
Clothing Description
It’s maybe unnecessary to say that Evangeline’s current taste in clothing is a little different to the clothes she was to wear during the early part of her adolescence. At her convent boarding school, she wore the standard conservative uniform – and her non-uniform clothes had to be equally conservative, made up of lots of neutral cardigans. When she left the school, the hemlines became shorter, the necklines lower and the heels higher, with clothes in general becoming more exciting as she discovered the power of looking and feeling sexy, but now, she wears clothes that are pretty yet practical for life in the barracks – things that are vaguely feminine and attractive, but not so girly that they scream that she’s too feminine to do her job. Purple is her favourite colour, so she employs a lot of deep purple in her colour palettes, mostly with accessories, including her favourite blackberry patent heels (shoe-wise, she also has a mild fascination with the psychology and attractiveness of red shoes, so you may see a few of those in her shoe rack alongside the black army boots). Slim-fitting jeans are often the order of the day, in any colour of denim but acid-wash (Evangeline does not find anything 1980s appealing). The cardigans are back, but not the conservative ones of her convent days – long, loose “boyfriend” cardigans are a staple of casual life, usually over some form of intricate top. She has retained a passion for skirts, but she has found that unless it is a specific time where she can use her femininity as an advantage, it is very difficult to be taken seriously in an army. Gone are the days of Orla Ryder, where femininity could be used as advantage, with a woman in power, and so, trousers are back. However, if she feels that she can get away with it, she will be wearing a skirt.
Oh, the other thing. While Evangeline’s Catholic roots aren’t exactly relevant anymore, she still keeps a reminder of them around her neck – a small silver crucifix on a delicate chain.
History
Born Mary Evangeline O’Malley on the 22nd April 1991 to parents Joseph Paul and Rebekah Cathleen O’Malley in the Hospital of St. Gerard Majella, there isn’t really much worthy of note in Evangeline’s early years – she grew up sheltered in a safe, quiet suburban area of a small town, filled with other children and filled with churches. The Christian religion was the centre of this town, whatever denomination you belonged to, be it Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Pentecostal… The O’Malleys were very staunch Catholics and loyal members of St Agnes’ Parish Church, with the three O’Malleys attending mass three times a week (though, seeing as Evangeline was an only child, she always doubted that her parents practiced what the Pope preached when it came to matters of contraception), and sending their daughter to the little parish school, and when she came to secondary school age, sending her to the Convent of the Immaculate Heart as a boarder in the nearest city.
Again, there wasn’t much of note in her first few years at Immaculate Heart – she led a quiet life of study and prayer there, as a very shy and deeply religious girl on the brink of puberty, a girl who had a passion for God and singing, then something happened to shatter her quiet, peaceful world. As a Christian, her faith in the divine was absolute, with Christ being the perpetrator of miracles and an omnipotent God in control. She believed in the devil, and angels and demons… Things such as “I am Legion for we are many” weren’t just stories to her, they were God’s own truth. Which is why she panicked, when her powers arrived over a decade late, at the age of sixteen. Her background had been one which sheltered her from the ugly truth of the world, something that had apparently meant hiding her from the truth of people with powers, so when she suddenly started to be able to tell a falsehood from the truth, and, more frighteningly, often lost track of her own body and ended up taking control of the bodies of others accidentally, she was … well, terrified. Was she possessed? Was she earmarked out by the devil to possess the bodies of others, like Legion? And, oh, help her God, what if she were found out by the nuns?
So she fled, switching her names and becoming Evangeline Mary, and taking on her confirmation name of Clare (after St Clare of Assisi) as her surname. Sometimes even fleeing and marking herself untraceable didn't feel like enough, especially when Evangeline lost control of her abilities. Sometimes she scared herself so much that she felt it would be a better idea just to leave it, to leave...
But still, eventually, she learned through a bitter path how to keep her powers stable, while she was living in a small town in the neighbouring country, working as a shop assistant by day and studying IT, English Literature and Politics at the local technical college. It was at that college that she met Addie Ward and Grayson McComb and his sister Isobel. All three were English Literature students, and all three gifted people, although, Evangeline was unaware of this until they had marked her out as one of their own. In a way, they became her mentors. As three charming, confident people, they attracted the still shy Evangeline like a magnet... and completely transformed her.
The three students, all in their early twenties, ushered her into an underground scene filled with these attractive, dangerously sexy gifted people. They taught her how simple self-control could hide the powers, and how to use them. They taught her that they weren't something to be scared of, but to be honed, and used. That there were schools, legal, prestigious schools which taught these things, like the famed Orchid Hill.
That they weren't evil.
Seeing all of these gifted people around her, educated, lovely attractive people, Evangeline learned that lesson quickly, and it brought within her a new doubting sensation that she'd never before experience. Faith for her was a deep knowledge of something unexplained - something innate and permanent. But these philosophies and the realisation that these things the Bible condemned as the work of the devil were not, but merely things given to people by chance or genetics, and which were commonly accepted as almost normal the world over... it shook her convictions, and as things went on, they became harder and harder to hold on to, until she ended up leaving them behind as something from her past - something that belonged to Mary, not to Evangeline. So, she hardened, and at the same time, was dragged out of the warm, protective, soft shell she'd surrounded herself with since birth. And began to search for something real to believe in - something that this new universe seemed to offer
But this new world wasn't as great as it at first seemed. The underground, as part of its very nature, had a deep, darker underbelly. Something more dangerous than the intellectual movement, the drugs, the sex, the music and the drinking, though it took Evangeline a while to find it, to see through the glitzy shield. And what it took to do that was the blood.
Imagine a kind of drug that could put you on a high that you'd never need to come down from. Imagine a kind of drug that wouldn't just make you feel invincible - it would make you be invincible. Imagine a kind of drug that, even just for a few minutes, could make you one of them...
Something red, something thick, something fluid. Something bloody. And something that could earn you a fortune if you had the materials. Evangeline didn't know where the dealers got the majority of their stocks from, but she did know of people who took their own and sold it for ridiculous amounts of money. It was the perfect way of earning, she was told.
Except for the side effects. A thousand times more desirable than E it may have been, but it was a thousand times more dangerous. People were becoming addicted everywhere, people's powers were becoming warped, and people were dying. But as long as the money kept flowing in, no one cared.
Until they found out about the children.
That was when Evangeline left behind the people that had brought her into the knowledge of her gifts, and went, determined to stop this. That led her onto her journey to finding Marius' Forces, and something clicked.
She has yet to talk about what happened between her leaving Addie, Grayson and Isobel and arriving at base, but has been a member of the forces for just under a year now, and safely out of the dark underground scene. But, even out of those earthly temptation, Evangeline is still being met with her forbidden fruits there...
Personality
Coming from the sheltered, conservative and quiet walls of a convent, Evangeline experienced a major personality shift. The quiet, shy, spiritual girl experienced the shock of her life when her powers came, without warning. Since possession was something that Evangeline’s life guide, the Bible, exactly lauded (usually referring to it in terms of demons), when she realised she had this ability, she… well, panicked a little, at a point genuinely fearing that she was evil, that the devil had earmarked her for this. But, when she realised that it wasn’t something evil, in a way, it shook her even more. The quiet, innate faith she had always held was challenged, and eventually shattered, making her grow into a new, harder skin. The years that she spent with Addie, Grayson and Isobel was while she attempted to find something else to rely on gave her the knowledge that she would much rather have never learned, a terrible lesson from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. An emptiness that she could never quite fill after the loss of her absolute faith in God prevailed, which led Evangeline into some decisions that maybe weren’t the best for her at the time, in the search for something else to believe in. However, she was unable to find something, until she found the Forces. The cause gave her something to believe in, even if it didn’t fill the hole – for that, she’s still searching. But the new cause of the war has given her a new, calm self assurance in what she says and does.
She is a person who knows what she’s doing, and to facilitate that, weaves a steady, calm veil over herself to try and keep her identity secret. And, well, not just her identity. Evangeline hasn’t experienced being hurt by many people in her life, but she has a chronic fear of allowing herself to get hurt, which is another reason for the veil of secrecy (her power of lie detection makes it easy for her to know how to do this without being caught out – and after all, who would suspect the lie-detector of being the liar?). Out of all the people Evangeline knows, not one of them knows her.
Her other defence for that is her tongue. To coin a phrase, Evangeline can be a real cow. Physically, she’s not exactly the strongest of people, and while she’s never broken anyone’s bones with a stone or a stick, she’s cut straight through to the heart with a couple of words. After being quiet and in a place of near silence for so many years, the discovery of this new weapon was something that still thrills Evangeline, the fact that she can cause damage with just a few words. It’s a little sick for her to enjoy it so much, but she does so anyway, it comes as part of her slightly twisted sense of humour. This also gives the impression that she’s as hard as rock, but it is an illusion – for someone seemingly so thick-skinned, it really doesn’t take a lot to upset Evangeline. She’s not exactly a crier, but she is very easily upset. All it takes is a comment, or a look, and it doesn’t even have to be something that touches a deep nerve. Or, well, any nerve at all. Even with her acid tongue, Evangeline has a skin as soft and as easy to cut through as butter – which, really just provides another excuse for her caution.
Another thing is her strong moral code. Though her belief in Christianity has diminished, the old doctrines and morals of her childhood are very, very deeply ingrained, and very hard to shake off. Some of them were, of course, able to be dropped with her underground period, but they’re all still there, and while Evangeline is very aware that they are good codes to live by, some of the less essential codes can cause problems…
Gifts
- Possession: Evangeline holds the ability to take complete control of another person’s body – from the inside and outside
- Falsity detection: Built-in lie-detector, one that's much more effective than a polygraph.
- Electricity: Does what it says on the tin.
Pets
No pets. Animals can be pretty to look at and all, but pets… just no.
Other
Evangeline loves to sing. Any time, any place, any song.
Group
The Forces
