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[darthevader]

EVA CRAWFORD

    

GENERAL

Name: Eva Margarit Crawford
Nickname(s): You're welcome to call her Crawdaddy.
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her/hers.
Birthdate/Age: May 9 / 16
Grade: Junior
Sexuality: She goes to Finchwood, doesn't she?

Major Arcana: The Magician (manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action)
Minor Arcana: Coins

Concept: Accidental viral star would literally rather die than face past humiliation.

APPEARANCE

Height:	5'4"	Hair Color:	Bleached out light brown
Build:	Lean, like a fruit leather	Eye Color:	Brown

It’s hard to really pin down Eva’s style. She’s an impulsive thrift store shopper who prizes comfort over most aesthetics, favoring loose-fitting shirts and knockoff UGGs, but doesn’t like being pigeonholed into one overall look. Maybe yesterday she wore an oversized sweater and galaxy leggings, but today she’s straight up punk rock in an Army jacket with fake plugs and untied combat boots. Eva’s tastes do tend to skew toward the more alternative side; she likes patches and pins on her bags and coats, her minimal makeup is more for affect and to add a splash of color than for contouring and covering blemishes. While she wouldn’t necessarily call herself a fashion fan, Eva likes it when her appearance makes a statement, and she isn’t scared to try something risky. The risky part is what starts conversations, after all.

PB: Dalia Yegavian

PERSONALITY

Likes: Thrift store diving, messenger bags, sew-on patches, alone time, tap dancing, singing, punk but like the totally legit stuff you know, sun, scented candles, snuggies, big fuzzy slippers, The Snack That Smiles Back Goldfish, live shows, mosh pits, knitting, Johnny Carson, musical theater, oversized earrings, Tiny Desk Concerts

Dislikes: Mexican food, Disney World, the sousaphone, managing real human emotions, being condescended to, rain, brushing her hair, jogging, clogging, egg nogging, lipstick, burning the roof of her mouth, turquoise jewelry
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Eva initially comes across as a very mature young woman. Not necessarily the almost-adult you’d run to in an emergency--though she’s not the worst candidate for that role--but someone who doesn’t need an adult. She’s coolly confident and self-sufficient, a girl who prides herself on being self-taught in knitting or coding or (soon) this accordion she picked up at a thrift store for dirt cheap. If there’s a problem, Eva is resourceful enough to try and work her way through it, sometimes blunderingly, without the help of someone who just happens to be over 18.

This isn’t to say Eva refuses to ask for help. She’s not stupid, and she’s not even that proud, she’s just used to relying on herself first and foremost. Eva’s caregivers tended to treat her like an adult from far too young of an age, trusting her to run little errands or get herself from Austin to Santa Fe without incident. Most of the time, they were nothing tasks to keep her busy, but any time something went wrong (the plane was delayed, she dropped her money, the new person at the convenience store was not going to sell a ten-year-old cigarettes even if she had a note from her grandpa saying it was okay), she knew the best course of action was to fix it herself. It instilled Eva with a self-assurance few can shake. There’s rarely been a reason for Eva to truly doubt herself or her abilities, or even realize she was supposed to have limits. No one ever told her she was supposed to have limits, after all.

While Eva seems mature, she's still very much a teenager, and it can be deceptive. Adults generally love her--she gets their references, understands their banter, can recommend this cream for that toe fungus that her grandma swears by--but that doesn’t mean she’s the right person to trust with decision-making. Eva has more or less been making her own money since she was ten (mowing lawns and running errands turned into cleaning houses, knitting and smart thrifting), and no one could tell her what to do with it. Like, some people tried, but if they were asking her to run to the store for them, they sure as hell weren’t telling her she couldn’t get ice cream and magazines with it. She’s always been impulsive and prone to self-indulgence (see: buying a goddamn accordion), and that hasn’t exactly faded as she’s entered her teenage years.

Her impulsivity isn’t just limited to her purchases. Eva is generally a well-meaning kid, there’s not a lot of negativity brewing in that noggin of hers, but she’s been known to jump at some real bad ideas. Oh, you want to steal stop signs and use them to spell out a message at the capitol building? That sounds like a great idea, she’ll get her coat. Authority figures shouldn’t be surprised, but they often are when they see Eva Crawford on the list of kids caught causing trouble, because she seemed to be such a responsible young woman. But Eva hates to be pinned down. She hates the idea of someone thinking they’ve got her figured out, even if they have, because she likes to be surprising! An enigma! An impressive and cool total weirdo!!

For the most part, Eva is friendly and outgoing, and not afraid to make a new friend she’s never met. But Eva loves her alone time, and doesn’t see it as rude to just bluntly tell someone she’s turned off for the day and to leave her alone. It’s not intended to be rude, at least; Eva is just an only child, someone who has spent a lot of time on her own and in her own head, and doesn’t much like the idea of people always being in her business and having to always be on. She’s not even that different when around other people, she just needs to go away sometimes.

SKILLS

Dancing: Eva’s mother is co-owner of a dance studio, and it was honestly easier and cheaper to stick her in dance classes than to pay for childcare. She started in hip hop classes as soon as she had enough coordination for it, soon after supplementing them with ballet for a good classical foundation. Tap and ballroom came once she got a little older and had more training under her belt, and tap quickly became her favorite. She just really likes making so much noise when she walks.

Singing: She has a low, husky contralto voice. Though not a trained singer, she’s very comfortable singing the low notes in choir or playing the male part in a play when there aren’t enough boys.

Thrift Store Warrior: Half of Eva's belongings are thrift rescues. The rest she buys by snapping up the brand names from secondhand shops and selling them on eBay. She’s pretty proficient at finding what’s barely been worn, and what can be marketed as a vintage or retro throwback.

Knitting: Eva enjoys knitting, and she’s been doing it for about five years. It’s great for passing time when alone on a plane, or for making a thoughtful Christmas gift that’s much cheaper than it looks. It’s also another good little source of income, and she has a punny Etsy shop I’m going to make Kas name, though she doesn’t have as much time for it as she did before monster fighting training began.

Sousaphone: What? No, no, she definitely didn't play that beast of a brass for four years, you must be mistaking her for someone else.

Accordion: She picked up an old accordion from a thrift store and is trying to teach herself how to play. Progress is slow.

HISTORY

Family:

Mariam Avakian, mother. Dance instructor.
Lucine Avakian, maternal grandmother. Grocery store floral department manager. Eva’s mother lives with her, and she loves to complain about other old people making her generation look bad.

Freddy Crawford, father. UPS driver.
Gordon Crawford, paternal grandfather. Producer for a local news studio. Eva’s dad lives next door to him, and he’s prone to rants about whatever the newest type of youth in Austin is doing now. He won a sports Emmy once and doesn't even have it on display anywhere.

Hometown: Santa Fe, New Mexico (Mom) / Austin, Texas (Dad)

Eva Crawford's freshman year ended on a pretty low note.

But let’s rewind.

THE GENESIS
Long before the most unfortunate and interesting thing to ever happen to her, Eva Crawford was born to a couple people who couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Mariam Avakian and Freddy Crawford had thought they were going to get out of their ill-advised three-week relationship with no long-term consequences, only seeing each other when they went on a 3:00 AM Instagram dive after a bad breakup and too many drinks. But Mariam and Freddy were not only wrong, they were fucking idiots. Don’t have unprotected sex with someone you never want to see again, kids.

THE CHILDHOOD
It wouldn’t be accurate to refer to Eva as a child of divorce, because there was never a time where her family was in one location, trying to forge a single life. Eva was raised a child of two different worlds: one in Austin, Texas, where her dad would drag her to festivals and shows, the very definition of the Tryhard Cool Dad with dyed black hair and earrings he needed to take out before she was even born; one in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where her mom ran a dance studio and grandma tried to convince her Armenian dancing was just as cool as hip hop and jazz tap.

Her parents never spoke to each other--not even about her. They communicated through her. She was responsible for bridging the communication gap when it came to deciding where she would go to school and whose turn it was for Christmas, and making sure they sat at least fifty feet apart at christenings and graduations and recitals.

More cunning and cutthroat children might have seen this as an opportunity to manipulate their parents into better presents and lavish vacations. More anxious kids would just be miserable. Eva just accepted this as her life. She learned how to mediate arguments before they even began and how to fly on her own, and if she ever felt sorry for herself, she learned how to massage that and turn it into a more pleasant and palatable emotion.

In school, teachers would always call Eva "a pleasure to have in class." She was confident, mature, involved in dancing and marching band and volunteer efforts. Eva had a talent for taking circumstances and events that most people generally referred to as "the absolute worst time of your life, trust me things will get better because everything is invariably fucking awful right now" and finding the bright side. Junior high was a breeze for her, and high school was clearly not going to be a problem.

THE INCIDENT
Look, we're not going to get into a lot of specifics here. No one, least of all Eva, wants that. But here are the broad strokes.

In her freshman year of high school, Eva's marching band was invited to perform at Disney World. As the band's best (only) sousaphone player, she was obviously on the guest list.

Growing up in Texas and New Mexico, Eva had a great love of Mexican food. If the Mexican restaurant looks like it's just somebody's fucking house, then it’s guaranteed to be culinary gold. No one told Eva that this rule does not necessarily extend outside of her comfort zones, and certainly not to Florida.

On the day the band was to perform, Eva had what she considered a mild case of food poisoning. Something she would need to power through, because who's ever heard of a marching band without a sousaphone player??

In short: Eva was not able to power through. Even worse, there were a lot of cell phones around.

It was probably the third worst parade in Disney World that day.

THE FALLOUT
The videos went viral. Dear God, the worst moment of Eva's short and relatively pleasant life went fucking viral. There was no way she was going back to that high school, or any other school in Santa Fe. Even Austin was too close; too many people already knew her, and even more were finding out about the famous Poo-saphone player every day.

Eva was honestly tempted to just drop the hell out.

Finchwood was her only hope. Well, either that or space, but Finchwood was cheaper. There might be some who had seen the video once she got there, but there were less people, and once she cut and dyed her hair, gave up the sousaphone, and vowed never once to admit that she had been to Disney World before, it was bound to be safe.

But she’s definitely never eating unfamiliar burritos again.

COMBAT

Persona: Poyel.
Element: Stone.

>> BATTLE STATS HERE <<

ACADEMICS

Core Classes: English, Mathematics*, Science*, Social Studies, Training.

Elective Classes: Art, Computer Science

Clubs: Choir, Drama, Community Outreach, aaaaand DANCE (President). Eva has been dancing since she could walk, but she loves encouraging newer dancers. She's very hands on in the dance studio and will accommodate anyone who asks her for a hand.

General Performance:
Eva takes the responsibility of her education seriously, but she doesn’t obsess over the minutiae of it. She’s concerned with understanding a concept, not with getting the highest grade, which is why classes like math and hard science come easier to her; when she understands a formula, she can produce an answer that is objectively right or wrong and move on. English, Social Studies, any of those softer classes tend to see Eva getting about 80-90% there before she calls it good. She’s not interested in dissecting the cause behind this rebellion or the themes and symbolism in The Scarlet Letter, because she read it, she understood it, and it’s time to move on. When she’s bored and ready to move on, Eva spends a lot of time talking to friends, or just making sarcastic jokes to whoever is nearby. When Eva doesn’t understand a concept or formula though, she is adamant that she grasp it before anyone is allowed to move on, often holding up class for far too long as she asks clarifying question after clarifying question. Eva, please, it’s so close to lunch, we’d like to leave now.

OOC

Player: Alex
Email: heydudeshutup at gmail
CDJ: thisisalex / 24601
Other Contact: Dropbox
Time Zone: Pacific

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[darthevader]

Character Name: Eva Crawford

Squad: 3
Squad Position: Member / Medium
Primary Weapon: Boomerang
Combat Style: Eva is agile, and that's what makes her useful. A lifelong dancer, Eva knows how to move her body, reserve her energy for later, and how to anticipate others based on their body language. She prides herself on being a team player, preferring to support others and play backup when they have a wild plan. While not much of an ideas man, Eva thinks of herself as a versatile member of the team — especially since her weapon can be used both long-range and melee as just a blunt instrument, so whatever any of you need, she's there for you.

Attribute: Balance

Persona Name: Poyel
Persona Appearance: Poyel looks like someone’s last minute art project. A stumpy, clunky pile of stones in the vague shape of a person, Poyel stomps around with an utter lack of grace, swaying dangerously, ready to topple over at any minute. The details on Poyel’s face and body are formed by cracks and wrinkles in the stone, this one looking like a crumpled brow and this jagged bump forming a nose. Some people might find his blunt, nearly featureless face off-putting, not knowing where to look if and when they need to, but they’ll want that blank slate right the hell back when he smiles.

Because Poyel does have a mouth, a horizontal crack in the rock that normally remains closed until there’s a reason to open it and reveal two rows of straight white teeth and no lips. No one ever wants to see a rock with teeth, and Eva considers it to be his hidden special attack.

>> INSPIRATION/VISUALS HERE <<
Affinity: Stone
Weakness: Thunder
Ailment Susceptibility: Enervation