Evanthe Blance

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Name:
Evanthe Blanche

Alias:
Eva

Rank:
Squad Memeber [Place me in a seat or something if you wish]

Squad Number:
Eleventh Division.

Age:
Two-Hundred and Twenty-Four. Apperance wise she Appears to be Twenty-four. She was Eighteen when she died.

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Appearance:
A young woman with a more pristine attitude wanders along your path. She is a woman of no great height. From the crown of her head to the tips of her toes she stands an average height of 5'8".With an average height comes a unique appeal. The young woman has a more young face, making her appear for teenage like then ever. She has a light, soft, peachy cream skin with a light pink tint faded into the pigments upon her adorable cheeks. She an average appeal to her body; she has muscle and bone, not just bone (Amazing!). One her cutesy face is a pair of crystal blue eyes that gleam with a glorious hue. Upon her head is short lengths strands of white dove hair, but consisting with a creamy tint making it a strawberry blond colour.In Eva's luscious strands of dove white hair is a floral decor; mainly a clip. This allows her to add her own spunk and uniqueness to her uniform. All in all Eva is a woman of average looks and style.Eva enjoys to wear the mandatory uniform that everyone wears but beneath the black, silken robe is a more heavier and thicker material. Eva adores to wear plate armor. Her idea is that it ensure her to be more safer in the battle field, but also slows her down a bit and add a bit more weight to her delicate physic. The fact she wears plated armor is that she uses it to help her endurance, so if one day she chooses to not wear it she'll move quicker. This helps build up muscle. The plated armor isn't much. It consists of a chest piece and leggings(Here).

Gender:
Female.

Personality:

Perspicacious:

Eva is a very intellectual woman. She isn't afraid to use her brain for the better things. She i quite resourceful when it comes to knowing something. Her mind usually is in a book and if not that she would be out examining her battle techniques.Eva is very precise on how she does things and always enjoys doing it. Her mind is always working and never stops. She enjoys to have a puzzle or something that can boggle ones mind quite easily if no examined in a precise way. Most of her personality plays off the fact she isn't some dumb broad in a uniform.

Coquettish:
Eva is quite and outgoing woman. She does not fear to be blunt, bleak and honest with anything. If there is something she likes on someone she will simply say it. But most of them intend to be a bit more sexual and diverted to wards a flirtatious compliment then anything. She is a major flirt when it comes to men. This kind of plays the role why she is in the Eleventh; mostly due to the fact the strong men are all melee fighters. She doesn't mind gesturing or hinting a small affectionate thing to wards anyone. She enjoys the company of another, especially a guy.

Dainty:
The way Eva acts is usually sweet, charming, fun and over all bubbly. Her actions and gestures always must have a bounce or a bob to it. Sitting still isn't her strong point. She has a bit of an A.D.D issue but nothing major; unlike her O.C.D (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). But alas, there is nothing she does that isn't adorable. The way she sits or the way she acts is just all around fun and out there. She is never a boring gal.

Obstinate:
Eva might be a bag full of fun but when it boils down tot he point of battle she will get serious and always listen. She does as she is told if instructed but gets a bit stubborn in her actions. If at first she doesn't succeed she will try, try again until she gets it; no matter how many bruises or injuries she'll obtain in the process, she'll stop at nothing. She likes to show off a more strong side, aside from her normal ways. But the strong willed moments seem to last not as long.

Timorous:
All women have a more shy side to them. Some hide it well as for others how it greatly. A womans shyness varies depending on the situation; could be with the opposing gender to the same, or in a crowd or public place, even if an embarrassing thing happens shyness never ceases to fail. Eva is quite shy when she is placed in front of a large group and used as an example for good or bad and when she has to help several people on a mission in a group more then Three. She isn't much of a public speaker nor is she a person who enjoys big parties.

Valorous:
Our young lady is a more brave and unique individual. She isn't afraid to show a strong side of her. She tries her hardest to be the most unafraid trooper in the bunch. She would run the mile and stare the enemy straight in the face to show she has no weakness. But sometime that doesn't always succeed.

Specialties:
Most of the Eleventh Divisioner contain no ability as far as it comes to Kidou. After all, What eleventh Divisioner relies on such abilities?!

History:
It was simple child's play.... to be able to just run outside and take hold of the world for what it was. A young child hand reached out and grasped hold of the rays of the suns radiant beams, absorbing the showering warmth that embraced her face; like it was the curtain of her very life. She allowed a soft giggle to come past her lips before her head turned to the right, to peer over her shoulders to wards a more happier scene, a family. Three figures were seen in the distance as she allowed a sweet smile to curl upon her child like lips, coming to smile in a sweet way. My father; a successful business man, though he was hardly around due to work he always was willing to book the time off to have a family outing. My mother; a lawyer. She was a figure of poise and grace but most mothers were in my eyes. And my eldest brother, Nathanael. A military man and a role model to me. The young girl turned herself to face the bunch before the sky began to grow dark, the figure becoming engulfed into the shadows of the cloud before the sky began to cry. The three family figures began to morph and dissolve into a new form. The child shook her head before she ran over, coming to see her Mother and Father dressed in a more depressing formal attire. What were they looking down to wards though? None the less, on the ground her eyes followed to to see a tomb stone with engraved writing. That moment, her eyes widened as she raised out of her bed, her little heart racing as a small scream came past her lips, a scream for her mother. Her hands came to grab her head as the room lights turned on and a the door was wide open. "Darling, What's wrong?". Her mother came into the room nd quickly came to the bed side as she held the frightened child in her arms. Though the girl was not a child but a more adult like figure; a teen. The mother cradle the girl like a baby and comforted her as tears began to escape her eyes. "Darling.. What has you ll worried and worked up? Was it a nightmare?".

It was more then a Nightmare.. It was a vision. But was that a sign of a near death? Nathanael? No... He was off fighting the war in Germany at the time though I am sure he's fine.. after all we spoke mere hours ago on the phone. No.. My mother looked just how she was now... Upset...

The young girls father stood at the door with a more concerned look as she he shook his head. "My god Eva, You are a teen. You dream of something bad you suck it up and move on...". My father was a manly man you could say. He was afraid to show emotions. Always has been. I have never seen my father cry once in his life, not even when Grandfather passed on; his own old man. 'He is as thick as bricks' so my mother says. The only time he cried was when Nathanael was born. He bore a son.. It was typical really. The older woman came to turn her head and stare at the man with a more of a concerned but rude glare. "She is still a child, she is allowed to express emotions... Maybe you should try that once in your life". The man snarled and turned ans left. Father... You look at me as if I was the child that failed you. There were days I knew father had regretted even having me. But I know he means well... "Eva. Please, Dry your eyes and get some sleep. Dreams are dreams, they mean nothing but a good wild imagination." With that, she let the young girl and walked out of the room, turning the lights off on the way and closing the door behind her.

You say that now... But sometimes they have a meaning...

A few years began to pass and Nathanael, the eldest child, returned home safely. The family was whole once more; but alas, not for long. It was a stormy night, the winds were strong and the rain was harsh. There was thunder roiling through the clouds and the lightning was strong. The young woman was rushing on home, her books over her head to try and p protect her from the rain. The weather is strong.... She continued to rush through the streets, her feet splashing in the puddles on the street. "It's pouring like a waterfall...And it's getting harder to see". The young woman quickly dashed across the road only tot hen slip and fall into the puddle beneath her, dropping her books and supplies. "You've got to be kidding me!" She muttered a few cusses under her breath as she came to quickly clean up her books. But alas, it was rather far to late. The weather was a poor condition to drive in and the sudden impact was to much. The young woman was hit.
I didn't expect it... What were the odds that someone would drive in that kind of weather.. Was it a dream?.
The young woman began to open her eyes as she rose from her bed, coming to look around her room. She slowly raised out of her bed and began to look around the room. I come here everyday and yet this room remains the same... Almost like nothings been moved, touched or anything.. She made her way through the open door and began down the hall, peering into one of the rooms the remained just the same as hers. The room was her brothers.Nathanal... is off to the war once more.. isn't he?. She shook her head and began to make her way down stairs as she came to wander into the kitchen, looking at he mother and father; both of them looking exhausted.
"Good morning mom, dad". The young woman spoke with a soft tone, but no response was heard. Shame.... they always used to say good morning....
She just shook her head and headed to wards the main door and whisked through it, like air would with an open window. I'm still dead...
That day have been my final time roaming around the world. I was an Eighteen year old girl when I was killed. I don't regret my choice but none the less I wish it didn't happen, That day I wandered into the park and saw this strange dressed man and without a word he came up and tapped the end of his blade eon my forehead... It actually hurt and well before I knew it I ended up in a strange town full of people. The young woman slowly sat herself up, her vision gone blurred and before she knew it she saw other busing around her, almost like it was a small town. She quickly came to grab her chest, over her heart, and began to frantically look around Wh--where am I?! W--Where is that bastard who harmed me back in the park?!. Her mind grew more and more worried with questions that just fluttered her mind. She quickly rose to her feet and began to look around more. I--I have never seen these people! T--They stare... She watched every single person walk on by, their eye locking to hers. Are they Insane? Staring like I'm odd... strange... Her eyes wandered down to her frame and noticed she wasn't in what she started with. What once was a school uniform was her undergarments. Oh..... Her face grew bright with a red tint and she rushed off. The young woman traveled down the streets to only come by a small house, only to knock upon the door with an eager tone she awaited an answer. A elder woman answered the door and quickly brought her in and clothed her.
"My goodness woman! Why were you practically naked in front of my house and in a panicked state. Did something happen?"
Happen? I'm lost, tired and rather confused if that counts...
"W--Well.. No Ma'am. I actually just woke up here... and well was like this... Y--Your generosity is very pleasing and I appreciate the concern..".

What was I doing here? There are people everywhere and they acted like this was something not so new to them. Was there a reason?

"Oh child, you poor thing. Here take a seat and I'll set up a place for you to stay but in return I ask one thing. Help me out around the place. I am rather old and frail and I'm afraid I can't do much."

"Oh but of course.. But Ma'am might I know... What is this place?"

The elder woman smiled and stopped what she was doing. She sat herself down along with myself and began to tell stories. Her stories were truthful, odd and unique and the young woman listened intently. She began to grow interested to what she had to say. But alas, this was something she was stuck with most of her life... Living with this woman and helping her, as if she was her own family.

Months began to stroll by since Eva's arrival and she began to grow accustomed to the ways things were around this new and odd place, hearing stories about people who served as warriors to the world and how they went to earth and seek wandering souls and trying to put them at rest; just like her. Every moment was precious to her. In return she payed her toll and helped the lady with her duties. Though one day, she was outside cleaning and batting the rugs of their dust, a few children passed by, more so teens, and they began to tell each other or their elder sibling getting into an academy. This began to catch her interest and she rushed into the house and began to ponder and boggle the elder with her own curiosity.

"Academy? But my child, you are so young... It's something you wouldn't want"

"But Rose, It's something that will allow me to grow up and become an individual.. I--It will allow me to be someone important.."

"You are important to those who matter, me and your family on earth... I am sure if you were alive they'd be proud of your achievements. You are a bright girl, Eva, and you don't need to put your soul at risk to defend others... You know this."

"But Rose.... I--It's much more then that..."

"Your father?"

The young lady nodded her head before sighing slightly "He's always been on my case ever since Nathanael became a solider in the army... And... I--If I could do this for self accomplishment to prove I was worth something even in the after life then It's what I must do." The elder woman came to ward Eva and place her hand on her back, nodding a bit "If it's what you must do then I will support you...".

That was the last time I was Rose. Bless her heart... But the day we parted and the day I enrolled into the Academy and began to live a new life... I knew that it was something important to me...

Eva attended the aced my and began to start her new life as a student and young hopeful to grow stronger and learn the ways of the Shinigami life. She attended regularly until her graduation nd placement. Eva was a modern student with potential and great aspiration. With a strong will and a stubborn attitude she was placed into the Eleventh Division to improve herself in a more combated style. Something that would teach her more strength and to give her more of a chance to succeed in her life goal. To make something of herself. Though her efforts didn't place her in any particular place in the Eleventh she tries her hardest to prove she can be just as great as the others in her division. She may be a woman but she has more potential then any man who battles in her league. Even though she is a bit of a trouble maker, her go for it attitude always picks her up from where she left off.

Sample Chapter:
[[This roleplay isn't about Evanthe but another Character I had but it's all the same style I can write one for Evanthe Specificly if needed ]]

A solemn though travels through ones mind, creating an emotion to mix into it's extravagant idea before the rest of the world realizes you are in that mind set. My fingers.. they stay across the thick strings of a musical instrument that hold my deepest thoughts and dreams. My hopes... My realities...My life is within the musical vibe that plays once the bow slides across the oily strings; creating a masterpiece, which is...

My life.

A soft,melody began to echo through the dark abandoned place. A young woman has sat herself upon a small crate that was turned upside down; it's frame still sturdy enough to hold a bodies weight. Her fingers began to glide across the thick strings of her Musial instrument; allowing a harmony to begin to arise from the vibrating strings. The young womans hand held a finished, glossy bow in one of her delicate hands, only tot hen begin to push the bow back and forth, up and down to create a new sorts of sounds from the fragile instrument of musical interest. The young womans eyes shut lightly upon hearing the sweet melody that began to play from her musical tool, her body beginning to sway slightly with the rhythm that began to ring and echo through the quiet warehouse. The moons light began to shine through the large hole in the metal roof above her as she continued to play that soft but deep melody. Her delicate fingers continue to glide across the string, coming to press down on certain strings as the strings of the bow continue to slice across the base of the violin. The womans body began to tremble slightly as she continued to play the luring melodic tune that was pouring out of her soul, allowing her mind to wander deeper into her thoughts.

Mother... All those years ago.. You were once here beside me
Teaching me..
Smiling at me and comforting me when the rain began to pour.
I'm still so frightened of the weather... I miss the way you'd sit there and comfort me when I needed it most.. Allowing you delicate hand to wander through the length of the golden locks that god blessed me with. I miss how you would always tell me I was gods kiss to earth.. How I'd be the one who would bless the world with a musical story of nothing but happy and pure thoughts..

I...
I..
I.. Just miss you..

Her fingers began to press more firmly onto the strings and she strummed against the strings a bit harder, the true emotion beginning to just pour out into the musical melody. Her mind was becoming trapped in a deep and emotional state where her heart would begin to slowly ache from the feeling. This feeling inside of me... It feels to empty... I--I'm longing for the feeling of the warmth of your arms embracing me... Like you would when I was you.. Her eyes began to s hut a bit tighter as the woman came to slowly rise from her seat, coming to fully stand in the moon light as she felt cold, soft watery tears begin to seep from the closed eyes of hers. Her emotions began to leak through the windows she kept shut; allowing her remorse to burn within her. The young womans features began to shine a bit in the moos light as the figure stood about 5'8" in height. She was a young lady of delicate appeal. She appeared to have a doll like face to her as her skin glowed with a creamy, smooth tint to it. She had long, golden locks of blond hair that curled and flowed freely to rest pasted her backs arch. The young woman was dressed in an elegant, soft powder blue dress that was strapless. The blue silk wrapped snugly against her upper torso till it met her waist, coming to poof out into a more of a Victorian styled dress. The woman appeared to be a figure of high class but alas her history told different. Her shut eyes began to slowly open as they looked up to wards the hole in the metal roof; where the moon light shined through with great ease, allowing her sapphire, glossy, crystal like eyes to gaze upon the fresh night sky, seeing a fews stars illuminating the navy blue colour that grew more grey with the moon in its presence.

Mother...
Father..
My heart is still with you...
No matter where you are..

Just don't forget
That I will always be your daughter..

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Subject: Re: Evanthe Blance Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:38 am

hmm, I cant read it, the letters are too small, please make it normal.

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Subject: Re: Evanthe Blance Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:33 am

Hmm, I guess its good enough, you basically RPED out your history, but its quite fine.

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Subject: Re: Evanthe Blance Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:32 pm

As the captain of squad 11, i would be happy to have such a lovely lady be my third seated officer...

Posts : 18 Points : 24 Join date : 2010-01-28 Age : 34

Hmmm, I may just take you up on that offer...

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Subject: Re: Evanthe Blance Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:01 pm

im the captain i appoint my own staff... i hope im correct on this matter

Posts : 18 Points : 24 Join date : 2010-01-28 Age : 34

[[ Well! If they say yes then yes Very Happy

I'd love to be in the Third seat :3 ]]

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