Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Jul 24, 2012 17:40:38 GMT -5
EVAN LOVATO-CRANE
full name Evan Jaxon Lovato-Crane.
nicknames Evan, E.J., Phoenix (her stripper name), Firecrotch. Never Eve or Evie. She also answers to Your Highness.
type Original.
gender Female.
age Twenty-one.
birthday October 15th.
group College.
clique N/A though she would have been a jock.
grade Second year.
sexuality Pomosexual.
occupation MMA fighter and stripper.
face claim Ebba Zingmark.
alias Dee.
persona
feisty, tempered, charismatic, incredibly loyal, hot headed, irresponsible, faithful, aggressive, assertive, loud, vulgar, trashy, tomboy, strong, courageous, bold, rebellious, headstrong, stubborn, ambitious, impolite, decisive, cheerful, relentless, merciless, manipulative, spiteful, expansive, open, frugal, grateful, frugal, controlling, deceiving, though honest, involved, jealous, vain, confident, perfectionist, practical, punctual, realistic, reliable, disrespectful, selfless, complex, contradicting.
life
“My family isn’t what most people would consider normal but it’s in no way dysfunctional. Perhaps a bit unconventional at worst but I wouldn’t change a thing. My mother was a teenage slut who put me up for adoption the second she found out she was pregnant. A gay couple found her through the adoption agency when she was four months pregnant and I became theirs. (I’m from Canada, by the way, that’s why this was even allowed to happen.) They paid all of her medical bills and made everything super easy on her, letting her decide if she wanted it to be an open or closed adoption and what the conditions would be. She opted for closed and from the moment I was born I became Xavier Crane and Kahlua—which isn’t his real first name for the record—Lovato’s daughter. They already had a five year old daughter named Brandyn from one of Kahlua’s previous relationships so I was in experienced hands. I like to think that other than having gay dads my childhood was pretty average. We weren’t rich but we weren’t poor either. We got by pretty well enough. Me and Brandyn got along as much as we argued. Normal stuff. We got shit for having gay dads but I was a tough kid. I didn’t let people talk shit about me or my family. They were always supportive and I always knew that I’m adopted. They gave me the choice of knowing the story of my mom or not and I finally asked when I was thirteen. I never really had any identity problems though. My dads are my dads. The woman who gave birth to me was just an egg donor as far as I care. I had an easy upbringing all things considered. Started mixed martial arts at age four and was a huge tomboy. Had my junior black belt by twelve, black belt at sixteen, second degree at eighteen and I recently got my third degree. Papa—Kahlua—managed a pet store and Dad—Xavier—is an award winning documentary filmmaker so we were pretty well off. I came here to get away for a bit and for law school. And that’s all I’m telling you.”
roleplaying sample
It didn’t matter what was going on in Evans life, how shitty it was or how badly she wanted to break down, a bonfire would fix it. It would always be what she needed. Always be her go-to cure. Broken heart? Bonfire. Stressed about homework? Bonfire. Insecurities creeping back up? Bonfire. She couldn’t be angry or sad or anything negative sitting in front of a fire. She was much like her papa that way. Evan had a strong feeling the reason her and Kahlua were so close was because she had always been so intensely fascinated by fire as he was. When Xavier and Brandyn were too sleepy to stay outside her little grey eyes were still transfixed and it gave them so many opportunities to grow and bond. So many inside jokes and shared secrets and stories. Her fondest memories involved bonfires. Sitting under the moonlight with the mountains casting just the shadows and the dogs all huddled around the little family. A bonfire was just what she needed right now. Just what she wanted. Feeling a little insecure and hormonal and starting to miss home. And naturally Jared and Tony were her top choices for company. They were her dads’ or Brandyn but they would do. Yes, even Tony.
She had sent Jared on the mission to go fetch Tony and had already gotten the fire started. A huge collection of sticks and logs from the forest brought over and piled into the perfect little teepee with added pieces of driftwood. They were placed in a hole she had dug surrounded by large stones. Her favorite lighter had provided the spark that got the fire going and now, thanks to a little help, it was at a moderate and comfortable size. She had even brought three collapsible lawn chairs out and had them all huddled together, hers in the middle of course. Currently she sat in her chair with a six-pack of soda under it and a few snacks in her bag. Her knees were brought so her chest and her legs rested against the arms of the chair like little wings. Arms curled around her legs with a colorful cardigan tugged down. Shoes in the sand rather than on her feet and her hair billowing out in the light breeze to match the fire in front of her.
Looking away was impossible. Feeling bad was impossible. All she could do was wear a blissful smile and watch the fire dance in front of her. She leaned forward and reached toward it, beckoning it with her finger so some of it jumped and frolicked in front of her hand until finally dying off. And then she did it again, attempting to make a shape out of the little flame she had created. Her fingers danced and curled with it, trying to mold it into an orca shape. She got to a general fish shape before it too died off. But she wasn’t at all discouraged, and instead her mood brightened at the sounds of Tony and Jared behind her. So she leaned back and made herself comfortable, hugging her knees and waiting for them to take their seats. “Your first EvanFire,”
other characters
damian silvanus falconi.
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