[ He’s training himself— or rather attempting— to act casually in a crowded space. His eyes follow as people swarm the halls. Letting out a breath, he presses his hand against a column… That was not nearly as stable as he expected it to be. The vase atop it quickly begins to teeter, and its tossed into the air, then brushing off of his fingertips several times, a vicious cycle of slips and fumbling repeating itself before the vase is in his hands. He sighs in relief. ]
Eirwen hovers closely to her locker, careful to stand out of the way of the bustling body of students that move behind her. It's in between periods and she's come to swap out her books, lest she have to lug them around for any longer than necessary with her rather pathetic, almost non-existent muscles. Her head turns at the sound of fumbling to her left, just in time to see a student all but juggle a vase in order to keep hold of it, something he succeeds in. A small, sympathetic smile stretches across Eirwen's lips, because she knows what that's like and it isn't at all fun. "Nice recovery," she says softly, kindly.
Ivory fingers freeze around the test tube, jade hues narrow “—Are you sure?” An soft sort of ice is falling from her tone, she knows science down to her core. The right mixture of chemicals was coded into her DNA and she’s caught off-guard and slightly annoyed that someone is correcting her, green irises flicking up to meet Eirwen’s visage.
She hears it -- feels the ice in her voice, that little sharp peak, and Eirwen shrinks away immediately, back from her redhead partner and the test tubes. "Never mind," she mumbles quickly but quietly, eyes downcast to her shoes as she stands awkwardly, her weight shifting to her other foot. Please don't be wrong, Eirwen thinks instead, hoping her partner is indeed correct and she is the one mistaken, because Eirwen doesn't want to see the effect of two wrongly combined chemicals.
Reason for name: Eirwen was named for her Welsh roots, born in the middle of a blizzard. Her name means 'white as snow'.
Birthday: December 31st
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Place of birth: Mercer, Wisconsin
Places lived since: New Orleans, Louisiana
Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations:
Father — Dylan Evans, optometrist
Mother — Gladys Evans, school teacher (deceased)
Stepmother — Anari Trishcott-Evans, unemployed/stay at home mother
Number of siblings: One half sibling
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Eirwen loves her dad more than anyone in the world, and the pair have a very tight bond. In contrast, she and her step mother couldn't be any more estranged.
Happiest memory: When she was a little girl, and there was a snow day. School was canceled, meaning she was free to play as much as she wished. Eirwen and her father built snowmen, forts, snow angels, and everything else in between, while her stepmother stayed inside. It's the happiest Eirwen can ever remember being.
Childhood trauma: Her entire childhood was varying levels of a trauma. Years of verbal, emotional, and sometimes physical abuse at the hands of her stepmother.
Children of his/her own?: N/A
If so, relationship with their mother/father?: N/A
Age he/she gave birth/became a father: N/A
PHYSICAL
Height: 5’8
Weight: 126 lbs
Build: Slender
Nationality: Welsh American
Disabilities: Social anxiety
Complexion: Fair skin, with a white birthmark on the back of her neck, shaped just a bit too wide to be a crescent moon.
Face shape: Square, but with a few Heart shape characteristics, such as a round chin narrower than her cheekbones
Distinguishing facial features: Her sharp jawline
Hair color: Brunette
Usual hair style: Long, usually in it's natural curls, sometimes falling in her face.
Eye color: Brown
Glasses? Contacts?: None
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Eirwen likes dresses. Pretty, floral print dresses and skirts.
Typical style of shoes: Flats, mostly. Things that are easy to walk in, but still look pretty.
Health: Eirwen tends to get sicker easier than most would, something that's a terrible bane to her.
Grooming: Eirwen only wears minimalist makeup, something she was taught by her friends in the school. She showers regularly and hates to get her eyebrows waxed, only going when friends drag her along.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: None. Eirwen keeps most accessories to a minimum, and if she is wearing jewelry, it's usually only a necklace.
Accent?: American
Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Eirwen tends to gesture a lot when speaking, making her appear more animated when it's a topic she enjoys. She also chews on her lip when thinking, frustrated, frightened, or all of the above.
Athletic?: Not particularly. She has long legs made for running, but no stamina for it.
INTELLECT
Level of education: High school senior
Level of self esteem: Low
Gifts/talents: Singing, cooking, keeping things organized
Shortcomings: Mathematics, lacks confidence
Style of speech: Mumbler, insecure, second guessing of herself
“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right brain
Artistic?: Yes
Mathematical?: Not so much
Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotion
Neuroses: Anxiety
Life philosophy: Words only have as much power over you as you let them.
Religious stance: Catholic
Cautious or daring?: Cautious
Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Her mother’s death, not being wanted anywhere in the world
Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist
Extrovert or introvert?: Introvert
Level of comfort with technology: Decent
RELATIONSHIPS
Current marital/relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Open. Eirwen has no real sexual experience, and therefore doesn't really know much preference she may have yet.
Past relationships: N/A
Primary reason for being broken up with: N/A
Primary reasons for breaking up with people: N/A
Level of sexual experience: Nonexistence
Story of first kiss: Eirwen's first kiss was in the fourth grade. She was outside at recess, sitting on a swing when a little boy from her class ran up and kissed her, before promptly running away screaming 'ewww!'. It was a dare, she later learned.
Story of loss of virginity: Eirwen is still a virgin. It would be a lie to say she hasn't thought about it, but the idea also somewhat flusters her. She just wants it to be... perfect. But nothing is perfect, is it? Eirwen kinda thinks it'll happen when it happens, at this point.
A social person?: Eirwen has a hard time putting herself out there to make friends with people, because she frequently shuts down when met with the smallest bit of resistance.
Most comfortable around (person): Her father. At the school, Marilyn Sherwood.
Oldest friend: Marilyn is really the first friend she’s ever made.
How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: The really quiet, weird girl that can't stand up for herself.
How do others actually perceive him/her?: Probably something similar to what she imagines.
VOCATION
Profession: N/A
Past occupations: N/A
Passions: Music, singing, most forms of art
Attitude towards current job: N/A
Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: N/A
Salary: N/A
SECRETS
Phobias: The better question is what isn't she afraid of. The big ones, though, would have to be spiders, ghosts/demons, snakes, boats/drowning, and poison.
Life goals: To be happy, fall in love, and have a good life. It's literally that simple.
Dreams: Eirwen would love to be a singer, and fantasizes about it sometimes. Mostly, though, she dreams about being loved and being happy.
Greatest fears: Being alone forever, and not mattering to anyone.
Most ashamed of: How easily she gets frightened, both by people and creepy situations
Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: When she was in fifth grade, a classmate jumped out from behind and grabbed her in the dark, and Eirwen pissed her pants in fear.
Compulsions: Cleaning; first a chore, now an instinctual reaction to stress.
Obsessions: Romance novels, music, and Julie Andrews
Secret hobbies: Reading, writing, doodling -- nothing serious, but enough to keep her entertained.
Secret skills: Ice skating, color coordination, crossword puzzles, good sense of direction, good memory
Past sexual transgressions: N/A
Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): To quote Ben Wyatt, ”I am not afraid of cops. I have no reason to be. I never break any laws ever because I’m deathly afraid of cops.”
What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: She wishes that she were back home with her father, just the two of them, without her stepmother or half brother.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Eirwen really doesn't like her chin. It's far too sharp and stands out, making her feel insecure.
DETAILS/QUIRKS
Daily routine: Wake up, get a shower, brush her teeth and hair, get ready for school, attend class etc.
Night owl or early bird?: Early bird
Light or heavy sleeper?: Light
Favorite food: Egg rolls
Least favorite food: Onion rings
Favorite book: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
Least favorite book: The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Favorite movie: Midnight in Paris, Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, and Sabrina (1995) (too many to chose just one)
Least favorite movie: The Grey
Favorite song: Riptide by Vance Joy
Least favorite song: Miss the Misery by Halestorm
Coffee or tea?: Tea
Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Crunchy
Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): Eirwen occasionally drove her father's SUV around in Wisconsin, but since moving to New Orleans, has relied on public transportation to get around.
Lefty or righty?: Right
Favorite color: Soft pink
Cusser?: Only on rare occasions, usually as a shock to herself afterwards
Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: No
Biggest regret: Being the reason her mother is dead, as cliche as it sounds.
Pets?: She had an Alaskan Malamute named Izzy when she was a child, that has since grown old and passed on
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