Character sheet from Evangeline Leroux

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Relationship :: I finally kiss her, [b]but oh no[/b]

Nickname :: Eve

Age :: 22

Birthday :: August 1st

Gender :: Female ♀

Height :: 154cm

Occupation :: Student (Medicine)

Residence :: Richmond

Sexuality :: Closet Gay

Magic :: Cryokinesis

Looks :: See that brunette over there? No? You might need to look down a little. Yes, right there. Standing at the height of 154cm, Eve is what one would call ‘short’. Any who has tried calling her that will risk ending up with a broken nose, so one might want to refrain from doing so. Long, brown hair is often tied up in single or double ponytails, with many shorter parts of her hair sticking out as the day goes by. She takes excellent care of her long hair and is often found pulling her fingers through it to untangle it. Her skin is fair and free of any (visible) marks. Her eyes are near red, with a sharp edge to it as if she’s always, silently, judging. When it comes to clothing, Eve seems to prefer blacks and reds. She doesn’t mind showing a bit of skin and likes to stand out from the crowd, so she’ll experiment and wear anything she decides upon with an odd sort of pride. Eve is proud. Or, that’s what the people around her will say. Shoulders back, chin high and a casual smirk upon her lips. She could sit upon a throne and it would seem as if it were made for her alone.

Looks (Picture) :: [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8a/22/f0/8a22f03c066d1ccd5f236cbab624341d.jpg[/img]

Freeform :: [h1]Personality[/h1] Because they strive to meet their obligations no matter what, Logistician personalities are often baffled by people who fail to hold themselves to the same standard. At times, Logisticians might unfairly misjudge people who can’t match their rigorous self-control – suspecting that someone is being lazy or dishonest when that person might actually be coping with other challenges. Even if Logisticians don’t speak these judgments aloud, their disdain can come through regardless, earning them a reputation for being somewhat strict or unempathetic. Integrity is the heart of the Logistician personality type. Emotional manipulation, mind games and reassuring lies all run counter to Logisticians’ preference for managing the reality of the situations they encounter with plain and simple honesty. Logisticians embody that integrity in their actions too, working hard and staying focused on their goals. Logisticians would rather run themselves into the ground with extra days and lost sleep than fail to deliver the results they said they would. Patient and determined, people with the Logistician personality type meet their obligations, period. [h1]History[/h1] School was the best and worst place for Eve to be. Her endless devotion to prove to her mother that she deserves to live has caused her to overwork herself. Her belief that she has to do this, has caused her to invalidate her own exhaustion. Keep working, keep going. Keep your chin up. Keep fighting. It’s something that no one seemed to understand, except this one girl— Elvira. The two used to get along and for the first and only time, Eve found herself having someone who understood the pressure on her shoulders, the neverending need to do better, to be better. If only she hadn’t smiled at Eve that one evening, if only her heart hadn’t fluttered the way it did— maybe they’d be friends still. Pushing back the truth and pushing away the one person who had caused it was easier than to accept the feelings to someone else and, even worse, herself. So, Eve raised a brow and pretended she was one step ahead. She’d be nothing more than a rival, someone she had to be better than. She had to be. There was no other way. Turning her feelings into anger was the only way Eve knew how to deal with things. She needs this, needs the fight in her life to keep everything from flowing over. The constant fear of not being good enough, the fear of drowning as the weight on her shoulders keeps pushing her down. It all comes out as anger. It’s her lifeline. Still, she worked hard and this anger only motivated her to do even better. Always at the top of her class, it was no surprise that she was accepted to Sanctum’s University. She’s now in her fourth year, burdens still weighing as heavy on her shoulders. If only she hadn’t convinced herself the weight was hers alone to carry, maybe she’d feel a little better.

Quote :: It's never worth it when you're little miss perfect