Post by Amber Evans on May 27, 2013 18:20:03 GMT -8
* AMBER DANIELLE EVANS KIRKLAND !
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I wonder sometimes if I cross your mind
Where would we be today
If I never drove that car away[/center]
full name: Amber Danielle Evans. She dropped her married name once the divorce went through.
nicknames: None.
date of birth: March 1, 1981
date of change: ONLY FILL OUT IF VAMPIRE!
hometown: Hillsboro, Texas
species: Human
abilities: N/A
height: 5'1
weight: 106
hair: Dark brown
eyes: Brown
play by: Rachel Bilson
likes: coffee; teaching; theatre; antique shops; old bookstores and libraries; sciences; being outdoors; thunderstorms; baseball; peppermint and aloe scents; cooking and baking; astronomy; bourbon; snow; going for a run each morning; chili-cheese fries; cosmopolitan magazine; photography
dislikes: humidity; chaos and disorganization; liars and dishonesty; jell-o; breaking a heel; work out sneakers; sleet; being talked down to; gum-popping; not being able to let go of her feelings for her ex-husband; rap music; being cooped up inside; dead camera, phone, and iPod batteries; horses; over-sleeping; doing the dishes; watching horror movies by herself; arrogance
strengths:
+ opinionated and outspoken
+ loyal and honest
+ makes a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies
+ fluency in Italian
+ passionate
+ organized to the point of minor OCD
+ random, useless information
+ pretty much anything science related
weaknesses:
- has quite the temper if pushed far enough
- texting while driving
- has a hard time saying 'no'
- easily distracted
- doesn't know when to shut up while provoking someone
- chocolate covered raspberries
- shoes
fears: clowns; horses; elevators; spiders; failure; being alone for the rest of her life
secrets:
& she still loves her ex-husband and because of that, still hasn't been able to move on. it wasn't a matter of falling out of love that was the reason she left; she just felt like his job had become the most important thing to him and his first love.
& even when she's breaking inside, she will still put on a brave face because she doesn't feel like her problems are important enough for anyone else to worry about.
& she can still name all original 150 pokemon. and remember the poke-rap word-for-word. no shame. okay, well maybe a little.
& she became a chemistry teacher because, other than a passion for the sciences, it's a way to blow shit up without being considered a pyromaniac or budding psychopath.
personality:
She may have spent years living in the city, between college and moving for her ex-husband’s job, she has always been a simple small town girl at heart. While she may enjoy the bright lights and plethora of things to do, it can only contain her for so long. Even with all of the options it gives, she is actually a bit of a homebody. She doesn’t mind going out for a drink or two, but that’s usually it. A major part of the night would be spent at her apartment with a good book or her favorite tv show on dvd with a pizza or Chinese take-out. She really isn’t as antisocial or Unabomber as it sounds. She does love being around friends, enjoying their company and having a good time; ever since her divorce, she has just become more comfortable by herself. These days, she has no problem with going to a movie or out to dinner by herself just for some alone time, especially when most women her age would never consider doing something like that. As Cosmo says, one of the ways you can truly enjoy being around other people is to be comfortable by yourself. And everyone knows that Cosmo really knows what it’s talking about.
When she was a kid, Amber’s mother used to describe her as the kind of person that wore her heart on her sleeve. When she’s happy or excited, you’ll know. When she’s upset or angry, you’ll be able to tell. She thinks it was why she was drawn to acting when she was in high school and college; there was always this connection to her characters that she could feel, something that let her tap into them and really feel their emotions. While she may say one thing, her face is what gives her away when she tries to internalize what she’s thinking or when she tries to lie. If someone doesn’t notice, more often than not it’s because they are distracted about something else or they simply don’t want to see what is right in front of them.
Growing up in a big Italian family, she learned more than how to be loud, how to tease her hair to the perfect height, and that the solution to everything is food. From her father she learned that “anything worth doing is worth doing right.” He always said it didn’t matter if his kids became lawyers or flipped burgers for a living, as long as they did it to the best of their ability, he would be proud. That’s the philosophy she keeps dear when it comes to her students. She wants to be someone they can count on, as well as an educator. Amber tries to find ways to make lessons fun, believing that the kids will remember more from hands-on instruction and brilliant presentations, rather than boring lectures and textbook notes. She loves what she does because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed each morning for it.
Her mother taught her that there is little in life more important than those you care most about. Amber is the friend you can call and she will drop everything and come running. She is the person you can call at 3AM for a ride home when you’ve had too much to drink or need someone to bail you out of jail after a little too much fun. If your heart has been broken, she’ll be right over with cookie dough and a shoulder to cry on while the two of you laugh about plotting the sorry bastard’s demise. Even if she has no interest in looking for herself, she’ll step up and be your wing-woman. She likes to them smile and laugh, even if it’s at her own expense. She’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen, no matter how big of an ass she makes of herself.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Amber likes to see the best in people, even though there are some that just make it hard. She believes there is good in everyone- it’s just deeper below the surface for some. She will readily give her trust to someone and assumes they do the same to her, which is why she likes to treat people the way she wants to be treated. But don’t think you can walk all over her. She doesn’t think twice to give a second chance, but that’s it. Once you screw that up, you’ve maxed out your chances. She wants to forgive and forget, but she doesn’t want to be taken advantage of. She doesn’t exactly hold a grudge; she just avoids you at all costs so not to generate any actual conflict. But if pushed to it, she has a quick mind and a sharp tongue that won’t hesitate to tell you exactly what she’s thinking.
mother: Nicolette Catherine De Luca
father: John Timothy Evans
siblings: Eliza (sister; 39), Joseph (brother; 37), Andrew (brother; 36), Ethan (brother; 34), Morgan (brother; 25)
other family: Nicholas Kirkland (ex-husband), Daniel Nicholas Evans (son; 8)
other important people:
history:
She was born fifth into a family that would eventually have six children in all; life growing up in the Evans household was what she would classify as normal. John and Nicolette had known each other since childhood, having grown up just down the street from each other in Hoboken, New Jersey. They had been going to school together since kindergarten, playing Little League on the same teams, even working together at Nicki’s family’s restaurant, but their “just friends” relationship started to evolve into more when they hit high school. John proposed the day they graduated and six months later, they were man and wife. Their first child, a girl, was born before their first anniversary, with the others following within a few years of each other. Amber says that her mother told her that she was the most restless in the womb, the most painful contractions, and longest labor, but almost as a reward for all that, she was the easiest baby to deal with. She cried the least, was sick the least, and started doing everything from talking to walking to reading and everything in between at an earlier age. She was four years old when the family moved from New Jersey to a small town in Texas, where her father’s construction company was opening up another branch. It was a promotion and the kind of pay raise the family would need, so they packed up and headed south without a second thought.
At seven years old, Amber was no longer the youngest child. When her brother Morgan was born, she found herself sinking back into middle child-dom. The baby became the focus of attention and it was difficult to cope with. When trying to put herself into the spotlight didn’t seem to work, she retreated back into the company of herself and her brother Ethan, who seemed to understand more than she realized. She began swiping books from his room and following him around to his activities, finding that she was getting more attention from him as his shadow than she did at home. While she wasn’t destined to be a soccer star anytime soon, her love for science was born. She would lie outside at night, trying to find the illustrated constellations in the sky; she taught herself about the process of photosynthesis by planting a few seeds from a lemon her mother used to try out a new recipe. One other thing she did take to, even though it didn’t last for her brother, was community theatre. Her first role was that of a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz, but it was one of the most fun things she’d ever done. When her family was out in the audience, she knew she was being seen as more than ‘one of those Evans kids.’
Life really had been normal in the Evans household. Their father worked during the day, while their mother worked evenings at a local nursing home so that there was always a parent home with the kids. Drug or alcohol addiction didn’t come into play, nor did anyone have any illegitimate children as teenagers. The family sat down for dinner together every night, talking about their days, and they had a pew all their own at the town’s Catholic church. Even the smallest holiday was turned into a big celebration. Unlike their parents, each of the kids headed off to college after graduation. Amber never realized how much she would actually enjoy being away from home, finally being able to get out and do whatever she wanted. With a double major in chemistry and biology with a minor in education, she was able to keep busy. It didn’t really need her friends to attempt to talk her into it, but Amber always found time for whatever play the theatre department decided to put on. While walking out of a rehearsal for the spring production of House and Garden, the last thing she ever expected happened- she met the man who would one day be her husband.
Now, she had dated before, even considering a high school boyfriend to be her first love, but things were different with Nick. She hadn’t been looking for love, but she fell hard and fast for him. Everything came easy when she was with him- the conversation, the laughs; it would have been difficult not to enjoy the time they spent together. Looking back, she often wonders if she had known then what was in store for their future, whether or not she would have done anything differently. The truth is that no, no she wouldn’t.
The two were married before she finished college, which still worked out as he had jumped right in to begin his career. Her parents weren’t thrilled with what they saw to be a whirlwind relationship, but they were able to rest easy that she wasn’t dropping out. Once she had her own degree in her hand, the school she had completed her student teaching with had offered her a full-time position, one that was opening up due to a retirement. It was the kind of life Amber knew she could get used to, which she did. And she did what any loving wife would do in supporting her husband’s need for a change of scenery. She was there with him as his biggest cheerleader through the application and testing process for the FBI. She was right there with him as he took that next step in his career, never even batting an eye when he told her they were moving to California.
But apparently, it wasn’t to last. Amber tried to remain supportive, but it became difficult once it felt like she was coming in second to the Bureau. More often than not, she was eating dinner alone and going to bed alone. Soon, there were plans made weeks (and sometimes months) in advance that were being broken. With a glass of wine to calm down, she told herself that this was what she vowed to do. But really came as the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak, was the night he asked her what was wrong. He believed her when she said that there wasn’t anything wrong and that night, she managed to cry herself to sleep. It was like the day Morgan came home from the hospital all over again. Still, she was convinced to make it work. It would be another year and half before she finally came to terms that it wouldn’t. She loved Nicholas dearly, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. He was at work when she packed up, leaving a note on the counter for him, wondering how long it would be before he noticed. Amber had been so sure that he would finally understand and come after her and everything would get better. She waited. And waited. Until finally she had to face the truth. He wasn’t coming.
Filing for the divorce had been one of the hardest things she could remember ever having to do. Luckily it had gone through quickly, as there neither party had anything to contest. It hurt that he was letting it go so easily, but she was determined to keep her head up. This was how it had to end. She had just been leaving her lawyer’s office after getting the news, only to receive a phone call from her doctor with news of another kind. Amber had been in to see him to get some antibiotics, thinking she was coming down with the flu. Hearing that she was pregnant was the last thing she ever imagined. It hit so hard she actually had to sit down. It had only been one night right before she left, a sad attempt at trying to prove herself wrong that it really could work out. Six months later, a little boy she named Daniel Nicholas was born. It wasn't something Amber had wanted to keep from her ex-husband, but tracking him down now was as difficult as it had been when they were married. She had even written it all out, thinking it was the easiest way to tell him everything; it was returned a week later without a forwarding address.
Teaching positions had taken the two of them to St. Louis, where Amber taught at a private school while working on her Masters. It wasn't an easy task with a toddler, but somehow she managed to make it to the end. With that degree in hand, she moved them to Chicago, where she took a job with a community college, teaching Chemistry 101, Biology 101, and Organic Chemistry. While she did enjoy it, as well as the people she had met in the city, she was eager to get back to the type of small time life she had as a kid. In her opinion, it was a better place to raise her son. With resumes and applications in all over the country, it was the one from a high school in the town of Mystic Falls, Virginia that she had taken.
your name: Bee
age: Old enough to drink in the US
experience: 11 years
who you play: N/A
how to contact you: PM, AIM, smoke signals
how you found us: Caution
role play sample:
Walking through the hallway with one hand gripped tightly to the strap of her jade green messenger bag that went across her body and the other clutching her class list, Jami Ridgeway was still working to navigate her way through the school. It was her second day, but it still didn't seem any easier. Everyone still stared at her as she passed, whispering as if she'd come from another planet. Maybe she did. The farm did seem light-years away from the city.
Born and raised in Missouri, Jami had grown up on a farm with just her mother and two uncles, who ran the family farming operation. It had been a great life, one that taught her a lot about herself and what she loved. Her parents had divorced when she was just a baby, so she really didn't know her father too well. Every Christmas and birthday there was a card with money or presents, but it wasn't much of a relationship.
Everything had seemed perfect up until just a few weeks ago. Her mother had collapsed while working in the barn, but nothing helped. At the hospital, they immediately pronounced her dead, not knowing exactly what the cause was. It was at that moment that Jami felt like her world was crashing down around her. After she snapped out of shock and denial, she realized how short life was, how quickly it could be over. Moments later, she was on the phone with her father and, later, the airport in the city a few hours away to make arrangements for the first flight out to New York City.
Deek and Dane, her uncles, had practically begged her to stay. It had been hard to look into the eyes so similar to her own and say that this was something she had to do. Because they loved her and wanted her to only do what she felt was right, they agreed. Leaving them at security had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done, but she knew it was best... for all of them.
Her father was a senior engineer within the Kohn Pedersen Fox Associates architectural firm. He hadn't sounded particularly thrilled when his daughter had called him, out of the blue, and asked if she could come live with him; yet, he hadn't been disappointed either. He spent so much time at the office that she usually had the big house to herself. It was quiet and quite lonely, but it was something that didn't keep her moping around at the memory of her mother.
Right at this moment, though, the task at hand was to find the history classroom... the correct classroom. In the school of 5,000 students, it wasn't as simple as it looked. At least finding the correct hallway, her hazel eyes darted around to look at the students in the hallway. As usual, they stopped what they were doing to stare and whisper. She didn't dress as they had stereotyped farmers to, she didn't talk with the thick deep southern accent, either. Although, with that, the soft Midwestern twang that laced through her words were enough fuel to keep them talking.
Sighing with relief at the sight of the yellow-painted door to room 509, Jami hurried in and slid into the first seat she could find towards the back. Even in the classroom, the students seemed to clique up. There were the jocks and cheerleader-types; there were the skaters, the brains, the emo's (as she liked to think of them). Scattered about were those like her, the ones that didn't fit into any of the groups. They probably had their own group outside of these four walls, unlike her. She had yet to figure out where she could fit in.
The bell rang, sending the metallic vibrations around her eardrum. She watched the teacher as he moved towards the front of the classroom and took roll, staring at the students a little longer than the quick glance to make sure the name under his finger matched a face in a desk. Today, something was different, something was about to happen.
"Okay, everybody up!" he declared, sending confusion and worry through the students. "Everyone, on your feet and against that back wall. We're going to try something different here."
As the students vacated their seats, he pushed two together; he did this to all of them, making the desks all look like they were joined to one other. "Too many times, I see students not branching out to include others. So here's what we're going to do; we're going to try something a little different. I am going to assign you seats and partners. These will be your partners until Christmas break."
Groans and dramatic sighs chorused through the students.
"I promise, if you give it a try now and humor me, after we come back from break, you can go back to how it was. Agreed?"
His response wasn't all too enthusiastic, but they knew they had to do it. Jami glanced around at her classmates, wondering who she'd be stuck with. Whoever it was couldn't possibly be too happy with her as a partner. Sure, history and government were always a few of her best subjects, but no one would want the new girl as a partner.
Tapping on a pair of desks second to last in the third column of seats, Mr. Carls looked around at the students. "Ah, Miss Ridgeway, please, have a seat." Dragging her bag at her feet, Jami sat down in the blue chair, fighting the urge to lay her head down on the polished wood. "And your partner shall be...." she heard him continue. Afraid to turn around to see who it was, she tucked her dark hair behind her ear and waiting patiently, her insides twisting in anticipation.
