Post by Evelyn on Sept 27, 2003 0:25:16 GMT -5
NAME: Evelyn Pearl
AGE: 22
APPEARENCE: 5'2 Evelyn is a sternly built young woman. She has long, golden brown curls that fall just past her shoulders. Her curly hair is unruly and rebels against most updos, resulting in many tendril finding their way out of place. Evelyn has light brown honey colored eyes that most of the time appear very warm.
Evelyn along the way has acquired a few permanant marks. Whiplashes on her back, an old bullet wound in her left shoulder, and a deep long scar just behind her right ear. The scar had been left there by a pirate who had attempted to sever her ear.
Personality: Evelyn was always a very warm person when she was younger, very helpful, but far too curious for her own good. She would throw herself into any situation too willingly at times. However the soft innocence she once had was taken away as she spent time aboard the Devil's Wrath. Being forced to kill, fight, and steal instilled a fierceness in her that was once non-existant. Although she never killed senselessly, always needing a reason to do so, she did do her generous share of dirty work.
Now with the crew Eve is a bit stern, still very much cold, and fierce, although her wisdom grows with each day, and it seems she learns to act rashly less and less. But the fiery spirit in her never is truly gone. Her sarcastic tongue, has been mistaken for arrogance, or rudeness at times, but it matters naught to her. All Evelyn has known is to live and do what you can to survive, living by this principle is all she knew for the past four years, although her softer side, begs to be released.
HISTORY: Born in England to Thomas Pearl and Marie Du Pont. Father was a mapmaker, mother a seamstress. Her mother died of some kind of disease when she was ten. Evelyn would help my father makin' and storing the maps. One not so fortunate day, a pirate waltzed into the store and asked her father to make a map for him. He was babblin' on about protectin' his booty. He didn' know Evelyn was hiding under the counter. The following day he came back and all the town was lit with fire and pirates were taking over! The pirates began to ravage the village. All the while, she hid under a table as the pirate from the day before came back. Then in a few short moments, my poor father was shot. At the age of 16 she had lost her father. Thinking quickly, she took the map and headed away knowing this would lead me to some treasure. She stole away on a British Naval Ship disguised as a young lad. But, soon Mutiny struck and Eve was stuck on a ship with pirates. They headed to the islands of the caribbean and she worked with them. When they landed on one she attempted to escape, but was caught and shot in the shoulder. There they also found her out to be a woman. Eve was worked harder than any and treated miserably. Evelyn was used to clean, cook, wash, and do any other dirty business the rest of the crew wouldn't do themselves, or would but enjoyed watching her do the task instead. Beatings were the regular and she has a few scars to show for them, taunts, mental, and emotional mistreatment were also a constant. Eve even had to accompany them on raids.
She learned too quickly perhaps, that the only way to survive was to take what ye can, selfishness is a must in a pirate's life, and she being lower than a crew member, scrounged for what she could, building a fierceness in her she had never known. Byt this time, all hope was lost from her, and Eve had resorted to becoming cold, and cruel, not hesitating to take a life, if it were for her own benefit.
Evelyn had heard stories aboard the ship of the booty never found and the pirate that died with the knowledge of it. She gained respect after the Devil's Wrath was attacked by Spanish ships and she stayed in battle, while the others jumped ship. Eve was punished afterward, however when we took members of the Spanish ship captive. However, Eve then became a bit too close to one of the prisoners, believing Luis loved her, she helped him in any ways she could, and she aided them to escape.
Evelyn was whipped for it and marooned. On the island she met a parrot Evelyn called Capt. Hawkley. Coconuts gave me everything she needed. Ever since then she grew an addiction to them. she made a raft and one day was attacked by natives inhabiting the island. They shot down my beautiful bird and dear friend for the month she was there. That's when I found myself here among you fine people. That's my life in a nutshell, but, those three years upon the ship The Devil's Wrath was a learning experience. Eve's love of the sea, however was found aboard that ship, when she was left for full night watches and all she did was stare out at the calm beautiful seas. She learned to hate the Pirate Capt. Carcassas, not the sea for her misery. Instead the sea became her friend.
AGE: 22
APPEARENCE: 5'2 Evelyn is a sternly built young woman. She has long, golden brown curls that fall just past her shoulders. Her curly hair is unruly and rebels against most updos, resulting in many tendril finding their way out of place. Evelyn has light brown honey colored eyes that most of the time appear very warm.
Evelyn along the way has acquired a few permanant marks. Whiplashes on her back, an old bullet wound in her left shoulder, and a deep long scar just behind her right ear. The scar had been left there by a pirate who had attempted to sever her ear.
Personality: Evelyn was always a very warm person when she was younger, very helpful, but far too curious for her own good. She would throw herself into any situation too willingly at times. However the soft innocence she once had was taken away as she spent time aboard the Devil's Wrath. Being forced to kill, fight, and steal instilled a fierceness in her that was once non-existant. Although she never killed senselessly, always needing a reason to do so, she did do her generous share of dirty work.
Now with the crew Eve is a bit stern, still very much cold, and fierce, although her wisdom grows with each day, and it seems she learns to act rashly less and less. But the fiery spirit in her never is truly gone. Her sarcastic tongue, has been mistaken for arrogance, or rudeness at times, but it matters naught to her. All Evelyn has known is to live and do what you can to survive, living by this principle is all she knew for the past four years, although her softer side, begs to be released.
HISTORY: Born in England to Thomas Pearl and Marie Du Pont. Father was a mapmaker, mother a seamstress. Her mother died of some kind of disease when she was ten. Evelyn would help my father makin' and storing the maps. One not so fortunate day, a pirate waltzed into the store and asked her father to make a map for him. He was babblin' on about protectin' his booty. He didn' know Evelyn was hiding under the counter. The following day he came back and all the town was lit with fire and pirates were taking over! The pirates began to ravage the village. All the while, she hid under a table as the pirate from the day before came back. Then in a few short moments, my poor father was shot. At the age of 16 she had lost her father. Thinking quickly, she took the map and headed away knowing this would lead me to some treasure. She stole away on a British Naval Ship disguised as a young lad. But, soon Mutiny struck and Eve was stuck on a ship with pirates. They headed to the islands of the caribbean and she worked with them. When they landed on one she attempted to escape, but was caught and shot in the shoulder. There they also found her out to be a woman. Eve was worked harder than any and treated miserably. Evelyn was used to clean, cook, wash, and do any other dirty business the rest of the crew wouldn't do themselves, or would but enjoyed watching her do the task instead. Beatings were the regular and she has a few scars to show for them, taunts, mental, and emotional mistreatment were also a constant. Eve even had to accompany them on raids.
She learned too quickly perhaps, that the only way to survive was to take what ye can, selfishness is a must in a pirate's life, and she being lower than a crew member, scrounged for what she could, building a fierceness in her she had never known. Byt this time, all hope was lost from her, and Eve had resorted to becoming cold, and cruel, not hesitating to take a life, if it were for her own benefit.
Evelyn had heard stories aboard the ship of the booty never found and the pirate that died with the knowledge of it. She gained respect after the Devil's Wrath was attacked by Spanish ships and she stayed in battle, while the others jumped ship. Eve was punished afterward, however when we took members of the Spanish ship captive. However, Eve then became a bit too close to one of the prisoners, believing Luis loved her, she helped him in any ways she could, and she aided them to escape.
Evelyn was whipped for it and marooned. On the island she met a parrot Evelyn called Capt. Hawkley. Coconuts gave me everything she needed. Ever since then she grew an addiction to them. she made a raft and one day was attacked by natives inhabiting the island. They shot down my beautiful bird and dear friend for the month she was there. That's when I found myself here among you fine people. That's my life in a nutshell, but, those three years upon the ship The Devil's Wrath was a learning experience. Eve's love of the sea, however was found aboard that ship, when she was left for full night watches and all she did was stare out at the calm beautiful seas. She learned to hate the Pirate Capt. Carcassas, not the sea for her misery. Instead the sea became her friend.
