annabeth marie evans

[flora]

-- ANNABETH MARIE EVANS !

-- NAME: Annabeth Marie Evans
-- NICKNAMES: Annie Bee.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 18. Feburary 20, 1993.
-- BIRTH PLACE: California
-- ORIENTATION: Hetero
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: College freshman
-- PLAYED BY: Emma Roberts

-- PERSONALITY !

-- CREATIVE: Annabeth has always been the creative little wild girl of a group, the one who liked to explore and discover, to gaze upon true beauty of the world and have dreams of her own that she hopes will come true. Resourceful and inventive, she likes to use motions, gestures, facial expressions, or other unique ways to show her thoughts and emotions rather than just blurting them out loud to others. She wishes to study ecology so she can hopefully take part in the global warming crisis she knows is real, no matter how many people deny it. True, she's a believer, and is stubborn and hard as a rock to anyone who tries to prove her theories false. Plus, her shy childhood personality sometimes comes out even though she had believed to overcome it. Annabeth hopes for the best as an optimist, and was and still is that giggling girl from her childhood. Somewhere in that bundle of thought and emotion still contains that cute little girl from ten years ago. Or maybe it still shows in her. Yes it does.
-- ENVIRONMENTALIST: Annabeth is the tree-hugger, most beyond anything. Energy conserving, going green, recycling... all that is a must. Without, she just doesn't feel... herself. As a child she would often romp out into the woods and go out to see the sights. Maybe a squirrel skittering up a tree, a leaf blowing in the wind. She cares for the animals and the plants, and though she's currently an omnivore person, she's thinking about becoming a vegetarian so she won't have to imagine the death of a cow, sheep, or pig every time she eats meat. She can't even bother to eat jello anymore, as it contains cow and pig hooves, fat, bones... ugh. It's starting to kind of scare her all. It's hard enough seeing turkey on Thanksgiving and Christmas, and then when hunting season comes, that's when she gets really scared. Guns, violence, hunters and poachers, poor helpless animals in nets and cages... she just can't stand it all. Besides, just because she's silent sometimes doesn't mean she's mute or anything. When she cares about something, she'll definitely speak out. And that's when her opinion sounds the strongest. And most manipulative, strangely. So, in conclusion, she is pretty near to becoming an activist. And looks down at everyone who thinks of cruelty to nature and animals as harmless or even enjoyable.
-- SMART: Quite intellectual, Annabeth is a deep thinker. In her spare time, she does really enjoy a nice quiet moment of silence to settle her thoughts. Of course, too much noise is just as bad as too much silence, and Anna really loves company. She's a social type of gal, though she's more comfortable talking to friends than complete strangers. Intelligent and witty, she has enough spunk to defend herself verbally from bullies and all that riffraff. If not, then she runs. Runs for her life. But inside, she has an inside philosophy. You can't have enough smarts without wisdom. So she tries to have enough knowledge and experience as possible. So she can prepared for whatever things life throws at her. All these things can't protect her from everything, but stubbornness prevails. So no matter what you say, Annabeth will continue on studying to get her As.
-- GULLIBLE: Unfortunately, whatever she hears something that she doesn't know much about, she takes in and believes it. Unless it's totally ridiculous, she has a tendency to be start believing it and is totally stubborn about it unless someone can prove she's wrong big-time. And then she'll just be mad about that for a long time because she was lied to and have the 'why didn't anyone tell me sooner?' look for a while.
-- HARDHEADED AND STUBBORN: Yep, she's hard as a brick. And even harder to convince to do something. It's almost a one-way street with Annabeth Evans. If she believes something, it's almost impossible to convince her to go the other way. So if you ever want to get her vote on something, you'll need a lot of smooth talking and even more proof. And if she believes you, then the other people are going to need even more to bring her back. But one thing you cannot deter her from is what she already believes in, such as going green. That you cannot convince her from.
-- QUIET:Though Annabeth might be extremely stubborn, she doesn't just burst out her thoughts like some people do. It's not that she's afraid to do so, it's that she just can't object out loud. When she does announce something it usually turns out a lot louder than it should have. She just doesn't talk that much, and usually ignores those who ask about her... timidness. It might be that she's just a deep thinker. It might not.

-- LOVES: stuffed animals, cute things, candy/sweets, herbal tea, showing things in her own way, the hopes of finding true love, flowers and plants, a beautiful scenic view, a great novel to read, imagination at its best, all the seasons and the things that make them great, nature in itself, a nice time to think, something you can store all your memories in, the perfect snow day, a good laugh, friends to lean on, a box of chocolate, making up with a friend after a fight, tears of joy, the dewdrops in the morning, a nice sunny day with clear blue skies, pretty colors and lights to stare at, something new to explore, good clothes that can last during activities and yet don't look so bad, common sense and some decency, hot cocoa, frost and icicles glinting in the sunlight, butterflies and rainbows, going green, the joy of simply helping someone do good, the simple bliss of being right, running on a nice day
-- HATES: storms, natural disasters, fire, lightning and thunder, blizzards, being lost, being underestimated, being unappreciated, being misunderstood, getting stood up on a date, ugly things/people, ignorance, people who hate beauty and art, people who can't understand if you decide to jazz things up a bit, big, scary dogs, hunters/poachers, death, too much noise, litterbugs, people who don't want to go green, depression, emo and goth people, blizzards where you can't go anywhere and the snow's too hard and thick to do anything with, getting into fights, basic violence at its worst, guns and weapons, sexism and racism, car lights that you stare at and just can't stop looking, wearing ridiculously fancy clothes when it's not even a special occasion, bossy people, matchmakers and blind dates, to end up speaking out because of a stressful or frustrating situation, in the end being wrong and laughed at because of a mistake

-- HISTORY !

Annabeth Marie Evans was born in a small town in California on February20, 1993 with 6 older siblings. Though a few brothers were out of the house by that time. They came by and called for money occasionally. While she was growing up, Anna had no real Evans talent. It was, for lack of a better word, tradition that all Evans children have a niche. Something they were good at so that they could stand out. Her older brothers were football players, sisters were cheerleaders and dancers. Annabeth struggled, like Aimee, to find anything she really felt proud of. Up until she attended an informational meeting about becoming vegetarian. While that wasn't necessarily a life-long athletic or educational skill, the seventh child had a thirst for animals and knowledge that surpassed even her younger brother and his violin masterpieces. It proved difficult for the brunette; being not the youngest, but not anywhere near the oldest. Being an oddball all her life didn't help ease the fact that she wasn't gonna live up to mother's expectations. When all her siblings were moving away from their little California house, things for Annabeth began to change. With her and her youngest brother being the only ones in the house, the senior in highschool decided she would pursue her environmentalist dreams. Anna looked into other colleges, but decided to stay close to her family. She loved her niece and couldn't bare not to see her if she moved down to Florida. So, the seventh daughter in the Evans crew decided to pack her bags at head to Capeside. While she keeps in touch with her brothers, Anna is much closer to her sisters than anything. The siblings overall tend to tease their little sister about her brains, but she doesn't mind it one bit. Annabeth is currently majoring in Environmental Studies and Psychology and hopes to figure out a career path soon.

-- SAMPLE !

When Giselle had any free time away from texting and im-ing her best friends back home in Goldenrod, she was seated in courtyard. Taking in what little fresh air she could with her team. It was turning into a habit to visit the popular studying spot around sunset and boy watch. Which, too, was a habit. She smoothed out her eyelet laced dress that skimmed the tips of her knees, but just barely, and swished her dark hair behind her shoulder. Prim and proper was the way she was raised. She never got out of that elitist world of gossips and a great number of hypocrites. A group of people that probably wouldn’t ever accept her team of unattractive pokemon. There was Reginald the Snover who always had himself directly beside his trainer, Eustace the Spheal whose bubbly energy never failed to attract a new person over, and the newest team member Leslie the Wurmple who had captured Giselle’s heart at first sight. The four of them seated themselves by the fountain on a bench.

A spot that plenty of students passed by; even the occasional hot guy. Reginald was opposed to sitting outside just to catch the eye of boys, but if it made his trainer happy, there was no limit to what he would do. Reg was what many would call the perfect pokemon: strong, loyal, doesn’t complain. Giselle just hadn’t seemed to catch on to that little fact just yet. The female wurmple had situated herself on giselle’s lap; her back arched similar to a cat’s. “Wurmple, wurm,” it cooed, nuzzling itself closer to its handler. Reginald looked on with a happy glint to his blue eyes; He was apprehensive upon first meeting the wurmple in the forest, but she had turned out to be a really sweet companion for giselle. One she could cuddle with and tote everywhere with not so much as a peep. It was more that they could say for eustace who squirmed and fidgeted at the sight of a new person or pokemon. He found it difficult to contain himself.

He had, at this point, rolled one too many times into giselle’s leg. The brunette sighed and flicked her hand forward. “Alright, alright Eustace. We can practice for a bit. Now, let’s pretend we were on stage. You remember the DVD I was watching the other night from last year’s national competition? mimic that as best as you can.” With a small nod, the spheal bounced forward and pushed his nose onto the pokeball Giselle had retrieved from her bag. The girl reluctantly placed name on the bench and stood up. She smoothed out her dress again and smiled over at Reginald as She clicked the center button on the red capsule and tossed it lightly into the air. Many large blue bubbles flew from where the spheal now bounced in place. With a cry, the pudgy little creature opened his mouth and shot out some powdered snow to freeze them in place. Ears twitching with joy, eustace growled and the bubbles burst and crashed down to the concrete.

Giselle cleared her throat and brushed a hand across her cheek. Would her dual type remember what that symbol was for? He bounced high into the air and twisted his body into a defensive curl. He fell to the ground and spat out a water gun attack that ricocheted his body across the courtyard. “Eustace! No, wait!” Giselle shouted, trying her best to run across the square. her wedges made running slightly impossible. With an angry grunt, the girl ripped her bright red shoes off and tossed them to her starter. Reginald caught them and laid them beside her purse. Leslie flashed him a questioning look, but the Snover just shrugged and crossed his arms across his chest. Giselle had torn across the courtyard after her oblivious pokemon. reginald sat down on the bench now and watched the scene unfurl. He should’ve gone after the duo, but she was capable of handling the rogue spheal alright. If he was needed, he would come. Giselle was aware of how dirty her feet were getting and she cursed as she closed in on her pokemon.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: flora. c:
-- AGE: seventeen!
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: nice, picky, open-minded
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: proboards support

[ashley]

-- PENDING !

Hey there! Just a couple of things.

The main thing is the size of your sample. As this site has a 350 word count, we ask that your sample at least reach that. Also, please be sure to use capital letters in your sample, as those are also required here when posting.

Beyond that, your third personality point doesn't really seem to match your explanation. Also, please be sure to add some flaws in there. Just make those few adjustments and I think you'll be good! Thank you.

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[flora]

Okay! c: There you go! I added gave of her weaknesses. Even though the paragraphs are kinda short. c: Hope it's better now! It's been a while since I roleplayed people. x:

[ashley]

-- ACCEPTED !

Just a few things. For future reference, please refrain from posting anywhere else in the claims/activity check unless you are reserving a face until you've been accepted. Also, I'll change it for you, but your display name should be in all capital letters. Thank you.

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