Post by evv on Jun 23, 2009 14:14:31 GMT -7
†Evelyn-Gregory-Amsterdam†
†Rook†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name:Amsterdam, Evelyn Gregory (Te-he ... ^^)
Nicknames: Rook (most people who've met him since he's hit London), Kid (Mother), IT (Father and mother's family), Ev (People who actually know his name.)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: human
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Allergic to cherry blossoms, but not cherries themselves, coconut, and most edible potatoes.
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Ev is your basic 16 year old guy. He likes to have fun, and believes that any thing fun is made ten times funner if you're high while you do it. He's not a junkie, not in the least, he just enjoys what the world has to offer. He doesn't drink, mostly because he doesn't like the taste or smell, but also because it blurs the senses. He has a habit of using weapons that would seem far to heavy for someone of his size to use, however he wields them with relative ease. He's not what you would call quiet, but he is rather withdrawn. He likes to meet new people but doesn't like to form new relationships, mostly because he's never really had a true friend and is afraid that the only reason anyone would want to befriend him is to use him, somehow.
But if you do crack this tough nut, you'll find a sweet, fun-loving, misunderstood kid with quite a lot to prove, to himself and everyone else. He hates being under-estimated, although he often under-estimates himself. He tends to veer away from the happy-go-lucky every-thing's fine kind of people, mostly because he finds ignorance, of that magnitude, is very unbecoming and becomes very annoying very quickly. He finds that people who've got their feet firmly planted on the ground and the wool pulled away from their eyes are much better company, and are far more useful in a hunt.
Likes:
† Large, heavy weapons
† Pot
† Girls/ women
† Blades
† High caliber handguns
† Reading
† Learning
Hates:
† Parents
† People who act like nothings wrong with the world
† Being underestimated
† Giddy school girls
† His first and middle names
Talents:
† Can forge just about any document, signature, or seal That's he's seen
† Photographic Memory
† Elegant Street Fighter
† Can out smoke most people twice his age
† Stronger than he looks
† Border-line genius
Habits:
† Using hammer-like weapons of varying sizes
† Hunting high (believes it heightens his senses [whether or not this is true has yet to be confirmed])
† Smokes [Cigarettes and marijuana]
† Misunderstanding things when hes nervous
† Falling asleep where ever he damn well pleases
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Light brown, neck length
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: Lightly muscled and lean
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos:
Choice of Clothing: Black t-shirts mostly, with wife-beaters underneath, bondage pants, and black tennis shoes or combat boots.
Other:
†History:†
History:
Rook's parents met in high school, in America; his mother, the head cheerleader, his father, the star quarterback. Things seemed to go nowhere but up, that is until prom night of their senior year. Rook's mom was on the fast track to Yale, and it was said that his father could have gone pro. That is until prom night. The young couple had been together for the last three years and as anyone who's ever gone to prom, or snuck in and spiked the punch, knows gettin' laid on prom night is easier than stealing a bus from a blind woman. Prom night was the night Evelyn was conceived. After nine long months, in which took place a literal shotgun wedding, three beatings, and quite a bit of arguing, Evelyn was born. Named after his mother and his father. The couple found it to be a good joke at the time. After Ev's birth things went well for awhile, despite both Ev's parents dropping out of high school. Ev's mother's family, however insistent on the whole marriage idea, turned a blind eye to the IT, that was Ev. They refused call Ev by either of his names let alone talk directly to him, like he were some kind of stupid animal, seeing him as the thing that destroyed their precious daughter's future.
This soon caught on for Ev's father as well, after about three months. The young man had grown tired and bored of his son and his wife. Ev's mother, no matter how beautiful she was before pregnancy, had fallen into bad habits that would forever change her beautiful figure. Let's fast forward, 5 years; Ev is in kindergarten, his mother has already put on over 150 lbs, and has, like his father, grown tired of the boy. His father has reverted to beatings, although now it had become more like torture, this was also about the time Rook's father started disappearing at night and not returning until dawn. Ev's mother was feared that he was cheating on her, however this had been true for the last 4 years, something else was causing these disappearances. Ev's father had been bitten by a were-wolf, and embraced into the were-wolf pack.
Now, Ev has never been exactly sure why his dad kept the double life, probably never would. But by this time Ev had become quite the little scholar, already able to read at a 6th grade level. By 4th grade he'd been bumped up to 6th, where he found himself not entirely challenged, but he did find the work much more interesting. But because of this, Ev, fell into the wrong crowd fairly early in life. By 8th grade, he'd begun his own private business, Ev's Quality Homework Service. Ev, however smart, was not what you'd call the brightest crayon in the box when it came to much of what his 'friends' talked about. The young boy was still vaguely innocent, although slightly stained, and, as such, was easily tricked into doing things that, if he knew what he was actually doing, he wouldn't have normally done.
But this little party was short-lived and almost completely ended when he was in the 9th grade. Ev's father had been gone for two weeks straight, not a strange occurrence, when he returned home late one night. The man-beast was under the influence of something or another, most likely beer or whiskey, and had become much more easily aggravated in his drunken state. By this time Ev had stopped spending much time outside of his room when he was home and often snuck out through his window. This night, however, Ev was how. Despite being the semi-juvenile-delinquent he was, he still knew what was important, or at least thought he did. He had a project due in the morning and was in his room working his ass off to get his finished. His father had just come home, about 1 a.m, and was tromping his way through the house.
This was the night Ev would lose his family. Ev's dad barged into the master bedroom, screaming something-or-other about Ev's mom cheating, which was, of course, a lie. Ev's mother hadn't left the house in four years, mostly because she could barely support her own weight by then. The arguing continued for another thirty minutes before it happened; first came the screams of pain, then the howling and screams of terror, followed by the sounds of a small, scuffle, and then, finally the sound of something extremely heavy hitting the floor. During this, Ev stood next to his door, a sledge hammer in his hands, that he'd stowed away in his closet, and simply waited. He'd no idea what was on the other-side of that door. He burst through the door leaving a large hole in it's lower half; but before the dark grayish beast touched his paws to the floor Rook swung the hammer out and around and connected with the beast's skull, sending it rag-dolling across the room. Rook dropped the sledge hammer, flung open the door and ran, ran and never looked back.
Europe, although not the safest place on the planet, was the only place he could really go, and besides he always wanted to go to Amsterdam. Now you wonder, how did a 12 year old go from middle America go to Europe on his own? Well, when your a border-line genius it's very easy to figure out. Ev went to the airport and looked for a flight to Amsterdam, once he found one he snuck off into baggage storage and hunted for a a piece of baggage marked for the flight he need to get on and big enough for him to hide in. IT took a while but he found one in time and hid in it. After a while, exact time from within the dark luggage was hard to tell, Ev was loaded onto the plane, and after take off stole into the main part of the plane.
He flew to Amsterdam but realized soon after that there was no escaping the things that go bump in the night. He tried hunting on his own for a few weeks but after a few close calls found that the blow he dealt to his father was just a lucky shot. He needed to find other humans who hunted; learn the trade, as it were. He found a small group in France who, mistakenly thought that heading out with a few guys, some guns and no idea what the hell they were doing was a good idea. These guys died on their first night, and Ev found what was left of them. Ev had joined up to their little squad as a wheel man, he'd been under the impression that they knew what they were doing, he was wrong.
He's spent the last 4 years trekking across the continent looking for any sign of an actual resistance. This is why he's come to London. He'd caught wind of a small group of hunters being formed under the name Atrum Venator in London and figured there, in a major stronghold of dark and evil occurrences, he would be able to make a difference, somehow.
[M]other/[F]ather:Gregory Alvin Amsterdam [F] (Missing/believed to be deceased) / Evelyn Alain Amsterdam [M] (Deceased)
Siblings: None
Offspring: None (Rook: OH GOD I HOPE SO!)
Other: Mother's Parents: Elaine Shinner [M]/ Robert Shinner [F]
†RP example:†
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Liam
Other Characters: Tosh
OoC Note: I hate the personality but eh, he's got room to grow I guess. ^^
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