adria arjona. female. she/her. โ can you hear call me by blondie coming from apartment #307 ? that must mean evangeline ricci is home. the twenty nine year old is currently a journalist and they live alone. theyโve been living in the village for six months and residents have gathered the virgoโs charismatic yet capricious demeanor. โ
bio: tw: domestic violence, sexual assault, mention of alcohlism ๊ณ from the moment you were born, you were called aย ย m i s t a k e. a broken home does little to lessen the blow of an absent father and an alcoholic mother. the first thing you knew about love was that itย ย h u r tย and that it was found in the fresh tingling of bruises forming and sounded a lot like breaking bottles. ๊ณ you spent too much time with your grandmother, so much so that you mistook youth for the etching of wrinkles in your grandmotherโs visage and you digested ancient recipes in an attempt to mask the pain of the teething process. ๊ณ when youโre fourteen years old youโre nothing more than a doll. a stolen childhood did little but carve you out of the finest china, made you a piece to put on display and do little else. like your mother, you are a theย ย o b j e c tย o fย ย d e s i r eย and when desire wades thin; youโre put back on the shelf.ย ๊ณ youโre seventeen and at your first house party and while the drinks are pouring faster and faster, your skirtโs getting shorter and shorter. you ask yourself if youโve had too much, or if what youโve worn isnโt appropriate. no; youโre being toyed, tugged and goaded at from all directions and you have to remind yourself just to:ย ย b r e a t h e. ๊ณ you donโt remember much, you donโt want to. but youโre sitting on a hospital bed in another manโs clothes and they feel more like skin than yours ever did. youโre answering questions while never once knowing the answers and you feel somebody squeezing your hand. it feels like home. ๊ณ youโre now twenty years old, a mere shadow of your old self. you feel unfinished, and yet you have to remind yourself that you were neverย ย w h o l e to begin with. you didnโt finish school because the drink and the drugs were quicker and you realise youโve become just like your mother. skin, bones, a whole lot of ass...and not much else. ๊ณ you never expressed much interest in anything, and yet found liberty in the scribbles of doctors notes and minutes. truth was a word youโd avoided like it was molten scandal and now--- youโre oddly drawn to it, like Gatsby and the green light or something...much more sinister. ๊ณ youโre now twenty eight years old, fetching the keys to your own apartment in brooklyn. your own space. because your mind and yourย ย b o d yย were never yours to keep. only to be sold and borrowed and stolen.ย ๊ณ you start writing. the words slip through your fingers like blood unspilled and your keep going and going until the pages and saturated in ink. you publish your work to various publications in new york and get published in every tabloid and magazine ten miles outside new york state. youโre making it. youโre making something of yourself. youโre winning.ย headcanons: - the articles evangeline writes are usually with a feminist edge - her experiences with domestic violence and sexual abuse a cause of this.ย - she is renowned in brooklyn for their aggressive tone.ย - her main goal in life is to find and out the men who assaulted her and tear their names to shreds. - she is a quiet neighbour, mysterious even.ย - she has worked as an escort in her early twenties to earn enough money to support herself. - she still dabbles in escort work. not for money, but for the thrill of needing to feel needed and in charge of her sexuality. something she hasnโt always been successful in. - thatโs it, for now! some wanted connections I can think of: - clients: (past and present) (0/?) as stated, evangeline dabbles in escort work to fulfil the void left in her when she was seventeen. itโs all about her being in control, and it is through her escort work that she finds she can make the deepest emotional connections. she is a free spirit, who never envisions herself as the kind to settle down, so these clients would be of more a casual calibre. - the person who saved her at the party: (would have to be in the age range of 27 and 30) waking up in hospital, evangeline was rescued from her attackers by your character. she never got their name or any contact details, but perhaps the two could reunite in the village and evangeline could extend her thanks. - childhood friends: (0/3) evangeline grew up in the bronx in an abusive household, so i can imagine she would play a lot with local children within her neighbourhood. she isnโt one for keeping contact much, but it might be nice to see a familiar face or two.ย