Evanthe Ianthe Demetrius [DONE]

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EVANTHE IANTHE DEMETRIUS


cunning. unpredictable. brave.

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Evanthe Ianthe Demetrius
Significance of Name: Evanthe-Flower, Ianthe-Violet Flower, Demetrius-Lover of the Earth
Nickname(s): Eva, Evanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using: Kate Hudson
Deity: Demeter Greek
Title of your deity: Goddess of the Earth

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance:
When you first see Evanthe, you'll notice her blonde, curly hair. Her blonde tresses reach to just below her shoulder blades; Evanthe usually wears it down, but like most curly hair, when it gets humid it can be uncontrollable. She has earthy brown eyes, and depending on what she is feeling, can be almost black, or a light caramel. Evanthe's pale skin tans, but only after turning pink from the sun; in the summer, her strong season, it turns into a tawny color, in the winter, her weak season, its pale as porcelain, only not as pretty. She has mauve lips, slightly on the small side.

Evanthe stands at a slight five foot six inches. She is slim, but not anorexic or bulimic looking. She is athletic, but not overly muscular. Her sister Farren, is the night to her day, she is in fact, Demeter reborn, Farren is Persephone reborn. Although they look similar, Evanthe looks more of a woman, whereas Farren is stuck in a weird in between state. Eva seems to float through life, her walk so graceful, so it seems she cannot fall. That is not true, she constantly falls down on surfaces that aren't natural.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description:
Evanthe grew up with a father CEO and a philanthropist for a mother. Neither gave either of the two sisters much thought. As the older of two sisters, she was responsible for caring for Farren at an early age. As a result, she has become empathetic at an early age. Evanthe has become very maternal towards Farren, and would do anything to save her, like a mother for her daughter. She loves helping others, but also expects one to return the favor.

She loves the earth, finding that it grounds her mind, which is always on the move. She is prideful, and somewhat arrogant. She knows she is intelligent, and lets people know that. She's been broken by two boys, and developed a strong mistrust of them. When Zeph kidnapped Farren, she couldn't sleep with worry. When Hermes Mayfleet took on the case, they worked long and hard. Because of that, she has a sense of loyalty, and accomplishment.


Likes:
-Earth
-Summer
-Spring
-Animals
-Nature
Dislikes:
-Insects
-Pollution
-Zephaniah
-Her parents
-Fire
Strength:
-Earth
-Farren
-Sun
-Summer
-Spring
Weaknesses:
-Farren
-Autumn
-Winter
-Fire
-Insects
Fears: She fears failing Farren, which she feels she's already done. Also fears fear itself.
Goal: Help Farren get over Zeph, succeed in her powers.

Power/Ability: Earth Manipulation

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Origin: London
History:

As the elder of two sisters, Evanthe grew up caring for Farren, her younger sister. She quickly learned that fresh vegetables and fruit, were the healthiest, and quickest way to eat. She frowned when someone had fast food, she thought the grease was nasty. Her CEO father and philanthropist mother never took much notice to the girls, so Evanthe became a surrogate mother for Farren, but much more of a sister than anything. When she was nine, almost ten, their step-uncle, Zephaniah, came to visit. She knew why Zeph stared at Farren, and tried to save her. When she disappeared, all Evanthe did was cry. She felt as if she had failed Farren, and hated herself for it. That's why she vowed to find Farren and protect her from any more harm.

In the years that passed, Farren was pronounced dead, her case the "Farren Demetrius Murder", and Evanthe was nothing but an empty shell. Her friends deserted her, except one, Molly. Molly help Evanthe get through her depression, and even introducing her to a couple of boys. One became special, and that relantionship lasted for about a year, that being thet best year of her life. Then Evanthe's "talents" came in. She could manipulate Earth, and all the things related to it. She showed her boyfriend, thinking he would love it. She was wrong; the moment the rose sprang from the earth in a second, followed by others, he left her, calling her a freak of nature. The second boyfriend she had, also deserted her. Only this one was different, he loved her talent deeply. She even thought he might be the one. She was sixteen and stupid, when Farren was returned. She showed Farren her "talents" and Farren demonstrated hers on the boyfriend. He ran, horrified by what she could do. Then, when the chance came for them to attend Pantheon Academy, they rushed to the chance.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

• Demeter controlled Earth, and all things relative to it, just as Evanthe can
  
• Her daughter was stolen from her, just as Farren from Evanthe
  
• She was furious at Hades, just as Evanthe is at Zephaniah
  
• She is strong in Summer and Spring, just as Demeter is
  
• She is very weak in Fall and Winter, like Demeter
  
• Farren retured in Spring and Summer, and left in fall and winter, just like Pesephone did with Hades.
  

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
Fiona had never thought she was a very scary person. As a matter of fact, she'd always thought she was a rather un-intimidating (was that even a word? she wasn't sure) person. Wasn't like she was particularly tall, or large - quite the opposite, in fact, since she was actually particularly small. Plus, it wasn't like she was a vampire or werewolf in disguise, neither did she have violent tendencies. So there was really no reason for the boy to jump like that, and let out that exclamation, was there? Unless someone had jinxed her and she suddenly looked scary. That was enough to make her glance at her reflection in the window. But nope, the person staring back at her looked pretty much the same. Sure, her hair looked like a bit of a mess, which made her flatten a hand against it self-consciously, but she had just finished jogging so really that was to be expected. So either he wasn't much of a people person or he had been focusing so much on his drawing that he hadn't heard her come up to him and so when she'd just introduced herself like that she'd scared him. That made sense, right? It did, it did. So maybe she wasn't intimidating at all. Which drove her to complete the introduction by unabashedly taking a seat next to him. Surely he wouldn't mind, right? Sure, she'd startled him, but she was sure that he wouldn't mind the company. He'd looked awfully lonely, just sitting here in a pub all alone surrounded by all these older people, some of whom she was sure were drunk. She was glad her father couldn't come in here, he might not have been entirely comfortable with the idea of her being here alone. But hey, now she wasn't alone! Not that he'd like the idea of her introducing herself to male, complete strangers. But that wasn't the point. The point was, she wasn't alone. Besides, this particular complete stranger looked perfectly harmless. No creepy intentions in his eyes or expression as far as she could tell. In fact, she was beginning to suspect he really wasn't a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't used to people as forward as her. She did tend to surprise people with her forwardness. But hey, all Hufflepuffs were super friendly, right? So she fit the bill. Sort-of. Who cares if she might be a little overly friendly with some people? No harm in flirting, right? That's what Jules always tell her. And yeah, she does take it to heart. It would be like going against her better nature not to flirt. Well...maybe better was a stretch. But still. Everyone always said "be true to yourself" or all that codswallop. And she had no problem what-so-ever being true to herself. She never could understand why Aidan always had a problem with it.

"Ummm...Collin Toro."

Yep, definitely not much of a people-person. Either that or he was still startled by her appearance. She was pretty sure it was the former, though. Which didn't discourage her at all, really. She wasn't about to get up and sit somewhere else alone. Any company was good, even if said company wasn't particularly comfortable at the moment. He would loosen up some soon, she was sure of it. Where that confident notion came from, she couldn't be too sure. But it was there, and it stopped her from moving, thus serving it's purpose. "Why do I recognize the name "Toro"..." she mused out loud to herself, her forehead and nose scrunching up in deep thought. For some reason, it sounded really familiar. Maybe Toro was a common last name, although it didn't sound like it would be common. But then again, what did she know? She couldn't have possibly met everyone in the world, and thus had no idea if Toro was a common name or not -- why was she thinking about this again? It wasn't important at all. For all she knew, she might be having one of those moments where she thought a name was common and that she'd heard it before when she really hadn't and ohmyGod why am I still thinking about this? It's not important! Distracted was an understatement. Firmly shaking her head, she wrapped her fingers around her pumpkin juice and took another long, rejuvenating sip. Gosh, but she did love pumpkin juice. She cut herself off there before she could go off on another random tangent. It was strange, she almost never babbled this much. At least, not in her head. True, when she got excited she did have this tendency to ramble. But that was out loud and usually when there was someone there to listen. Like Owen, he was always such a great listener. He really was. Which just made him the best boyfriend ever because really how often could you find a guy who was willing to listen to you go on and on and on? Most guys would pretend to be listening when really they were inwardly rolling their eyes or trying not to fall asleep. So yeah, she was pretty sure she'd struck gold when it came to first-boyfriends. Good lord, how did she get from Collin's last name being common to Owen? She really was distracted today. Weird. Speaking of Collin, he was handing her his sketch asking her what he needed to add.

Wait, what?

Blinking herself into reality, Fiona took the sketch from him and then stared down at it. Unbidden, a little "awww" left her lips. Well, she couldn't really help herself. He was drawing a family portrait! It was just too...cute and adorable! It was then that she noticed all the screwed-up parchments around them. Ahh, now there was the sign of a true artist. Had to have whatever he or she was making absolutely perfect. Sure, she knew next to nothing about drawing or painting or any of that sort of art, but she did know that photography was considered an art, too. She knew that she had to take at least ten different pictures of the same scene, and then later when she developed the photographs she would pick which one looked the best to her - it all depended on the light and the angle and what-not. So yes, she could kind-of see what Collin meant. Only, all of that didn't change the fact that Fiona knew next to nothing about drawing, or coloring. So know what it meant to have to make dozens of drafts before you finally reached perfection - or the closest thing to perfection that you could? Wasn't helpful at all at the moment. "Ummm..." she stared blankly at the picture, and then at him, feeling flustered because, well, he was asking for her help and she had nothing to say. Then again, maybe he didn't really need her help, because honest the sketch looked great to her. Didn't seem to be anything missing, as far as she could tell. Maybe he had another sibling, was that what he meant? But then again, how would she know if he had another sibling, and maybe if he did, perhaps he didn't want to add the other sibling. Maybe he was mad at the other sibling and was purposefully not adding him in the picture? Was it presumptuous of her to even think that there was another sibling? It was, wasn't it? Gosh! And there she went, off on another tangent. This time about whether or not he had another sibling. She was supposed to be helping him! Or, rather, informing him that she was unable to help him because she didn't know how to draw. Well, she did know how to draw. She was an expert at doodling, especially when she was in boring History of Magic lessons. Oh, and drawing stick figures too, she was great at that. Yep, yep. Wait, where was she? Oh right, she was about to comment on his drawing. Stalling a bit, she took another sip of her pumpkin juice and then studied the sketch once more, as if somehow if she stared at it long enough the comments would just jump out of her and she'd be more helpful than she was at the moment. A whole half minute passed and...

Nope.

Nothing.

Nada.

Sigh.

"Sorry," she murmured, finally lifting her gaze from the sketch to look at him apologetically. And she really was sorry she couldn't be more helpful. "Photography is my forte, really, not drawing," she continued, a sheepish smile on her lips. "To me, it looks brilliant. Really, it does. I think whoever you're drawing it for will really like it." Darn, and there she went, being presumptuous again. Oops. She really had to stop doing that. "Or you know, even if it's just for yourself, I think it's very good," she amended quickly. Open mouth. Insert foot. Jesus. "Sorry, I'm not normally this awkward," she mumbled quietly, feeling quite self conscious now. Well, she honestly wasn't. She was having an off day. Yup, that was it. It must be the tiredness from her hard run catching up with her. That made sense, right? Right! Of course it did. So why did she suddenly feel like she wanted to sink into the ground and never come up for air ever again? Urgh, well this definitely gave a whole new meaning to the term "awkward". Shrugging mentally, she told herself that it didn't matter anyway. So maybe she'd stuck her foot in her mouth and sounded flustered and what not. So what? A) He was possibly never going to see her ever again, or even if he did probably wouldn't really remember her and b) it wasn't like she'd made things that awkward. She was just being paranoid. Right?! Right! Of course right! Feeling significantly more comfortable now, Fiona settled in the wooden chair once more and took the last sip of pumpkin juice regretfully. "So, Mr. Collin Toro," she started, confident enough now to speak again without worrying about being flustered anymore. That was one of the great things about Fiona; she almost always bounced back without any trouble. Not many people could do that, see. She was just special like that. Or something. "What're you doing in the Leaky Cauldron, of all places, all on your lonesome anyways?" Seemed like a good enough conversation starter to her.

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Evie
Age: 19
How long have you been RPing? 4 years
Where/How did you find us? Wild Brook Academy [quit]

[KC]

History is a little short, but I'm going to go ahead and accept it. Good luck. ^ _ ^