Post by evanprescott on Oct 28, 2010 3:36:45 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]</div>Allow me to introduce myself. I am Evan Katerina Prescott and I am seventeen. Last time I checked, I was female. Seeing that I'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? Well, my disorder(s) is/are/include: Various substance abuse, Borderline Personality Disorder. , Paranoid Personality Disorder. I know, I'm seriously fucked up, aren't I? Well with proper treatment, I will get better, right? Anyway, I am 5'1 feet tall and weigh around 100 pounds. Some people say I resemble Kaya Scodelario, but I just don't see it. Anymore, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] Evan has never been one to care about the clothes she wears... Jeans and a t-shirt is fine for her, but really it depends on her mood that particular day. At times, she can be wearing something that is more on the girlish side, and other times she can be leaning towards the sweats and a hooded jacket. She's also been know to make her appearance a bit scandalous for various parties, or occasions. She has long brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a pale almost porcelain complexion.
NAME: Evan Katerina Prescott.
NICKNAME:Ev, or Evie. Formerly known as Easy E in her hometown.
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
SEXUALITY:[/i] Straight.
BIRTHDAY: 28 August, 1993.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:[/i] Evan has three sets of piercings. One in her navel, her ears and the cartilage of her ears. She doesn't plan on getting anymore piercings as of late. She has two tattoos, one on her right foot of flowers with a wreath of tropical leaves. Her second one is below her left breast reading from right to left: "Love knows no honor" stating her feelings towards love rather bluntly. She has various scars upon her arms, stomach and legs from past suicide attempts and a particular burn scar across her left side from a certain fight.
LIKES:[/i]
• Playing with boys.
• Music.
• Intellectual people.
• Alcohol.
• Weed.
• Cigarettes.
• Cocaine.
• Being alone.
• Walking.
• Spontaneity.
• Dancing.
• Food.
• Sex.
• Her older brother, Ryan.
• Red.
• Drawing.
• Ice Cream.
DISLIKES:[/i]
• Most girls.
• Liars.
• Ignorant people.
• Royals.
• Cold.
• Shoes.
• Loud girls.
• Mondays.
• Drama.
• Germs.
• Dogs.
• Cigarettes.
• Smelly people.
• Purple.
• Pink.
• Chocolate.
• The word moist.
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personality ,
[/font][/center][/i] Evan suffers from three very hindering disorders. The first being substance abuse. Second being, Paranoid personality disorder and the third and final disorder being borderline personality disorder.
PATIENTS MENTAL DISORDERS / DISABILITIES:
COMPREHENSIVE PERSONALITY / BEHAVIOUR:[/i] First, I'm going to list major traits of Evan's personality, things that make her what she is, then I'll talk about how she is affected by her disorders. -- OBSERVANT: We all know the type. The ones that sits, and watches. But what are they watching? In Evan’s case, she’s watching almost everything. Anything that looks to be remotely interesting, she watches. She watches expressions, when people talk to her... in turn knowing when they’re lying to her. She also knows secrets that people try to keep out of the light. It’s not her fault, she’s got such a good eye. And she won’t be afraid to drop hints letting that person know she’s aware. TEMPERAMENTAL: Evan can be violent, and she can be sweet. Mostly violent. She’s moody, irritable, and down-right bitchy at times. She can be confident, on top of the World one second and in shambles the next (not that she’d let anyone know, of course). She’s afraid of love, she’s afraid of people know who she really is, what she really feels, but she isn’t afraid of violence, or threats. She’s brave in that sense... But those who threaten, should always be aware: one word can make her fly off the handle, causing a World of Hell to those who are around her. QUIET: Since she was young, Evan never felt the need or want to speak. Her mother had sent her to therapist after therapist to try and make her speak like a normal child, but Evan wouldn’t budge. To this day, she doesn’t budge. The only time Evan ever makes a comment on anything is on her own terms. Many people talk to her, but she won’t engage back. She hears them, but she doesn’t care to reply. She’s never really figured out why she doesn’t care to speak, either. CONFIDENT: Being confident is something Evan is exceptionally good at. Though she’s very quiet, when she does speak, she makes sure it’s known. Saying things like “Everyone loves me.” Though she doesn’t feel confident, she still exudes it in everything she does. She’s never hesitant. She’s sarcastic when people are serious, never laughing at her own jokes for the fact that she knows she’s funny. Though, her confidence isn’t just limited to when she speaks. When she walks into a room, she has an attitude about her that says to people she’s the only one they should be looking at. Her head held high, almost as if she’s looking down on everyone, she keeps herself protected with her confidence. She’s not vulnerable that way. PARANOID: Part of being temperamental, makes Evan paranoid. The two traits together, make her borderline psychotic. But in all truth, she is paranoid. She’s afraid of a lot of things. Of love, of people talking about her, people knowing that she isn’t all that confident and tough. Being paranoid makes it hard for her to trust anyone. Not that she would trust a soul in the World, even if she wasn’t paranoid. Not many get past her unbreakable walls of security, those who have... let her down, forcing her to build those walls higher, thicker and more indestructible. LOYAL: Though she doesn’t trust anyone, that doesn’t mean others can’t trust her. Many feel as though they can share their problems with Evan for she doesn’t speak, or butt in with unneeded advice. Most dump their problems all over her, knowing she wouldn’t tell a soul. (Unless you crossed her - that’s a different story.) She’s loyal to ‘friends’ and she’s loyal to ‘family’ (just her brother). Most know her by the girl who knows a million secrets, - whether she observed them or was told them - secrets she’d take with her to her grave. ARTISTIC: Doing her own thing in life, Evan found it easy to indulge in Art. In all forms of it. Dance, singing, acting, drawing, painting, playing instruments, you name it and Evan was attracted. Art had almost become her escape from her day to day addictions... but unfortunately an addict is too concerned with other things to find themselves playing the piano, composing award winning pieces. From time to time, she does find herself composing pieces of art to play upon the piano, drawing, and occasionally dancing. She’d always been an exceptional dancer.
Living with substance addiction for Evan has caused her many problems, within her relations with old friends, her family and home life - but most of the time it's the only thing that gets Evan by. She is, one of the best examples of having a addictive personality, becoming addicted to many things at any given time. At the moment, her vices include: Alcohol, Cocaine, Weed, Cigarettes, Various pills, Mushrooms, occasional Heroine binge. She believes she doesn't really have a problem, because her vices are under control, but others don't seem to think so. She doesn't really want her for this part of her life, she believes it makes her happy.
Her second disorder - Paranoid Personality Disorder, causes an amount of things to go wrong in Evan's life. First and foremost, she's suspicious and mistrustful of the others around her, accusing people of doing things they haven't. Accusing others of thinking wrongly about her. She's closed herself off to the social ladder, becoming quiet and detached from the daily hustle and bustle of a normal life... Other than mingle with other users, and potential victims to play with, she doesn't really have much of a friend circle. A select few get there, but you better believe they visit Hell before they get there.
Her last disorder - Borderline Personality Disorder. Having this disorder makes Evan, along with her paranoia prone to fighting with loved ones, arguing. It makes her very moody, temperamental. Sometimes even violent, experiencing bouts of "rage" in which she cannot, and will not control. Because of this disorder, it's make her more prone to binging. Drinking alcohol as if she's never going to drink again, snorting lines like she's going to die tomorrow. Engaging in promiscuous, and meaningless sex. She's also been prone to harming herself in various suicide attempts.
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background information ,
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FAMILY MEMBER NAMES:
JANE ELIZABETH PRESCOTT - MOTHER - 38
JAMES ARNOLD PRESCOTT - FATHER - 41
RYAN ALEXANDER RORY PRESCOTT - BROTHER - 21
Evan does not share a loving relationship with her parents, but she does share a somewhat close and trusting (can you believe it!) relationship with her older brother, Ryan.
COMPREHENSIVE HISTORY:[/i]
• Evan was born in London, England to a loving mother and father. Though, that wasn't always the case growing up. At times, Evan believed her parents had hated her since the day she was born. She was nothing but a mistake, and they would let her know that every day of her life. She comes from a rich family, with high expectations, something Evan could never live up to. Her mother is/was a binge/purging alcoholic and her father was full of rage. Her oldest memories are those of being abused verbally, and physically by either parent for doing "wrong" or not exuding such perfect behavior as her brother Ryan had.
• When Evan was thirteen, her mother had the grand idea of moving to America. She protested forcefully, believing England was the only country in the World she could and would ever live. Boy, was she wrong. Her parents moved her to New York City, where she would attend a boarding school until she was fifteen. They thought this school was reforming their horrible daughter, but it was only making things worse. Evan got in with some older kids, who happened to show her the life of partying. Drugs, alcohol, sex. How fun it could be. Evan was soon hooked, spending every waking moment of her life, figuring how to get more money from her parents, where the next party was, how many drugs she could sell, how many boys would fall into her trap. You see, she'd never believed in love, and she sure as hell wasn't going to trust any boy in a relationship... so by the age of thirteen she decided it was a game. You coax them in, play with them, and set them free. Some got attached, others just played along and left by morning... the ones that got attached where just games for Evan. Something to play with, something to torture.
• When Evan came home from boarding school, her horrible ways hadn't changed, they'd only worsened. Her father being the CEO of some large company and her mother climbing the ladder of big-time lawyer fame wasn't going to have a bad-egg in her family. Sending her to mental hospital after mental hospital, Evan was finally diagnosed with her two disorders, the doctors telling the parents to seek other attentions towards her habits. She was placed on an anti-depressant which would counter-act some of her behavior... but what her parents weren't aware of, was that Evan knew how to pop pills. If they wanted to play games, she could play right back. Taking more than half of what she was supposed to take of her anti-depressants Evan then mixed them with alcohol. She was miserable at home, she missed her life at boarding school. She missed her victims... and she sure as Hell wasn't going to spend another minute in this house. But then again, this was all part of her plan. She wanted out, and she wanted out now. She stole a pairing knife from the kitchen, and sat on the front stairs that faced the front door. She began carving letters into her skin, spelling out various words and drugs, waiting until someone walked through the door. Though, she never remember if she'd cut too deep or what, all she remember was waking up in the hospital.
• Evan was sent to many other mental institutions, four to be exact and in each and every one she was either kicked out for misconduct, sleeping with staff, or she was deemed unreachable for her many suicide attempts. Finally, finding a place perfect for her, Evan was placed here. Blue River Institution. A place she'd heard about through other crazies in the mental hospitals. Her plan was to get here, and find her peace of mind again, just as she had done in boarding school. She doesn't want to change, and she doesn't want help... but as far as the nurses and psychiatrists know, she's getting better. At least, that's what they're conveying to her parents.
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behind the mask ,
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Hi, my name is Evan and I am nineteen years old. Last time I checked, I'm a female. I've been rping for nine years and I love it. I found this site on Caution 2.0 and I must say, it's awesome! So anyway, I live in pacific time zone time and I will be on every single day. I currently have this shiny new character and no other characters. You can contact me through pm. I promise you I have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!Waking up in strange places wasn’t unusual for Evan. It happened more than once a week, almost every night to be exact. Though, she didn’t mind it much it always gave her a feeling of disgust. She’d never see the person she’d woken up next too, again. And she never had any knowledge of what had happened the night before, how she’d been there. Yeah, at times she had always wondered when it would be her turn for someone to do something wrong to her. As far as she was concerned, it hadn’t happened yet. And if it had - she didn’t want to know. Pulling herself up from the strangers bed, she untangle herself from the sheets. She quickly found her shoes, and made her way out. Thank God there was no one else living in this house. Just the other night, she’d woken up in what seemed to be a dorm. It wasn’t normal for her to talk, or be irritated by the banter of others... but there was something about these men that just bugged her. She brushed it off, like nothing had happened, but secretly she would have enjoyed kicking their asses... Ah, a girl could dream, couldn’t they? Walking out of this strangers house, she made sure not to slam the door. She didn’t want to alarm the poor guy... No, really, she didn’t want him to know who she was.
She made her way down the street barefoot, letting her shoes dangle beside her, held tightly by the grip of her slim fingers. She pulled out a small metal case, extracting a cigarette, quickly lighting it before figuring out how to get home. She hadn’t any idea where she was... but there was a park nearby. Evan loved parks. It was the inhabitant of many locals, and her favorite place to observe. Most people living in Honolulu wouldn’t guess Evan to know their secrets, but she did. Others did things under her watchful eyes, without noticing her presence. And she liked it that way. She liked knowing what everyone else was up too. It kept her safe, kept her walls unbreakable. Kept her defenses thick. Though, she’d never tell anyone of people’s schemes... but those planning and scheming didn’t need to know that. It was Evan’s little trick up her sleeve. If anyone, gave her shit and she just so happened to slip out their little secret, they’d be kissing her feet. She liked it that way. Kept everyone at bay.
Finally reaching the park, Evan scanned the crowd of people. It was another beautiful sunny day in Honolulu, not that Evan could ever enjoy Sunshine anymore but it was a lovely thought to start her day. She found a familiar, someone she’d seen hanging around others that she knew... She didn’t really know her name, but she was aware of the clique. Outcasts. Evan believed they were just Saints on the Edge of becoming an addict... because isn’t that how it always starts? Lovely rich kid attends a party full of drugs, and gets addicted? It must be. Cracking a small smirk at her own thought, Evan made her way over to the girl, taking a drag of her cigarette. She wasn’t sure the girl wanted company, but Evan really didn’t care. Evan wanted company. Evan wanted to figure out where the Hell she was. Evan wanted to know this girls name, for future reference... And maybe she’d mess with the girl a bit, just for fun. Either way, she was going to get something out of this encounter. As she got closer, she noticed the girl was writing something. It wouldn’t be to hard to figure out what. Taking one last drag of her cigarette, Evan was now standing in front of the girl. She threw her cigarette down at her feet, stepping on it, making sure she wouldn’t start an unwanted fire. “Hi.” She said simply, a permanent smirk plastered to her face. Her hair was a mess, her makeup considerably smeared, her stockings ripped... She looked a mess, but at the same time she was sure she looked intimidating, and beautiful in a way no one could intimidate. Everyone loved Evan. Everyone.
* Evan is quite an old character in my life, and she's been worked on for two years now... though, I don't have the site this exact RP came from, as it's out of business and seems to have disappeared from the internet, make no mistake, it's from her perspective!
