Evalin Rose Wood | Hunter

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✧ Hard-working - Evalin takes every job seriously and puts all her effort into them after learning what poor preparedness can do to a person.  She takes the time to research and plan before heading into a hunt, and she covers her tracks afterwards.
✧ Peaceful - Evalin tries to find peaceful solutions to every situation, but sadly, this isn't always achievable, in which case she'll abandon this.  This is a more secondary trait.
✧ Sentimental - Evalin keeps a detailed journal of every hunt she's been on as well as a memento from each hunt.  She hopes to pass these onto future hunters when she retires.
✧ Generous - Evalin won't think twice about offering some of what she has to someone less fortunate.  Whether it be the other half of her sandwich or a place to stay for the night, Evalin won't keep these things to herself.

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Overly-attached - Evalin grew up without friends or romantic interests, and there's a chance she might grow attached too soon to someone who shows interest in her.
✦ Short-tempered - When a sensitive subject to Evalin is mentioned, namely her brother, Evalin will go into a bit of a rage that comes and goes rather quickly.
✦ Holds Grudges - Evalin doesn't just forgive and forget.  She holds grudges for a long time against anyone that's wronged her, and will go as far as to hate a whole species.
✦ Know-It-All - Evalin's knowledge has a negative side; she's a know-it-all.  She thinks she knows more than the average hunter, but this isn't always the case.  Still, she prides herself in her expansive knowledge.

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Parents: Alice Mary Wood (Mother) and David Henry Wood (Father)
Siblings: David Henry Wood Jr. (DJ) (Older Brother) (Deceased)                  
Other Family: Henrietta Evalin Wood (Grandmother on Father's Side)
Important Others: N/A
History: Evalin was born on a dairy farm to parents Alice and David with an older brother, DJ, who was six years old when she was born.  The two siblings were inseparable, but despite this, David Sr. took an obvious favorite in DJ, who was larger, stronger, and "more able to carry the family name", as her father put it.  Evalin's relationship with her father was troubled; in addition to being the second favorite, her father was certain that her know-it-all attitude was going to get her killed one day and stifled her as a result.  Evalin was closer with her mother, who embraced her love of learning and sharing and taught her everything she knew about the supernatural.   Her grandmother, Henrietta, owns the farm and lives next-door to the family.  Henrietta was the siblings' guardian while their parents were on jobs, and Evalin despised her strict hand but adored her endless lessons about supernatural creatures.  The two developed a close, yet spiky bond, and continue it to this day.
From a young age, Evalin wanted to go to a normal school and make normal friends, but her family forbade it, worried that the little braggart would share some of the information she had been taught and scare the children and their families.  Despite her wishes, she was never allowed to attend a mainstream school or have friends over (not that she had any due to being so sheltered).  DJ was her only "friend".
Evalin's childhood was filled with farm chores, home-schooling, and learning about hunting.  Both her mother and father were hunters (that's how they met), and while her mother had retired from the profession when Evalin turned 12, she was the go-to for information about different creatures.  Evalin took to her mother's studies naturally due to her thirst to learn but was also forced to learn how to hunt and kill these creatures, as was her father's wish.  This continued until Evalin "graduated" from her home-schooling, and her father trusted DJ to take her out on a hunt.
Evalin did something incredibly stupid that night.  The young, naive hunter waltzed into the nest without any fear and didn't stick to DJ's carefully crafted plan, instead hoping to catch the vampires by surprise.  She was attacked, and DJ rushed in to save her, only to be unceremoniously struck down by two more vampires coming to protect their kin.  Evalin fled home and tearfully told her family what had happened, which sent her father into a rage.  Had they stuck to the plan, he had screamed, DJ would certainly still be alive.  This was all her fault, and she knew it.  From that day on, she put work into every case she came across, sticking to a plan and following through.  This calmed her father temporarily, but still maintains that Evalin is a reckless child who shouldn't be allowed to hunt. 
To this day, her father blames her for her brother's death, but still allows her to come home between hunts if she so desires.  However, Evalin rarely visits home due to the fear of rejection, and she resorts to calling home about once a month to speak with her mother, grandmother, and sometimes father.  Now, as a young woman, Evalin is paving her way in the community of hunters, hoping to finally make a name for herself and perhaps make some friends, too.




Alias: Airabelle
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 5+ years of Proboards experience, 8+ years of roleplaying experience
Other Characters: N/A
RP Sample: Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  In the old, abandoned barn, a steady leak persisted at the doorway.  Evalin ducked through it between drops, clutching an old, leather-bound journal tightly to her chest.  Her family had a sprawling property, and this was one of two barns that they no longer used to house their livestock for one reason or another.  The young woman had taken to coming to this specific barn after her brother's death; her father never came this far out into the property, and without his judgmental, blaming eyes boring down on her, she could work in peace.  She pulled a pencil out of the journal and opened it to a blank page, then began to scribble.
Three years.  It had been three years since her brother's death, and the memory was still vivid in her mind.  How couldn't it be?  She had watched him brutally bitten, clawed, and sliced.  She was responsible, if she had stuck to the plan, it wouldn't have happened.  Why did she let it happen?  Rippppppppppp.  Evalin looked down and noticed a huge rip leaping across the page.  She had been pressing down too hard with her pencil.  "Dang," she whispered with a cracked voice, tearing out the page and crumpling it into a ball.  She clutched it hard to her chest, then threw it into a corner of the barn where scraps of paper already littered the floor.  A tear rolled down her cheek.  Her brother was gone.  She made this realization every day, sometimes first thing in the morning, sometimes on a hunt, and sometimes right before she went to bed.  But she remembered every day.  Her brother was gone, and it was her fault.



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