Evelyn Christy Brandy

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Name

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Evelyn Christy Brandy

Nickname(s)[/u]
Evelyn, Eve, Christy, Chris

Age[/u]
19

Birthday[/u]
March 25th

Gender[/u]
Female

Sexual Orientation[/u]
Straight

Picture[/u]


Personality[/u]
Loud, sweet, and joyful. That's Evelyn. She loved to chat, and can possibly chat your ear off if you let her. She's polite, and she always rushes. She loves to exercise, and has a huge compassion for horses. She's always wanted her own, but could never afford it. Evelyn has a job at Annie's Diner as a waitress. She loves kids, too. Evelyn loves life, and her family. Sometimes, when Evelyn's in a good mood, she can be annoying, and she has a hard time time taking hints. She always tries to be funny, and doesn't realize that sometimes it hurts others. She has a temper, too. A short one, to be exact. She isn't one to put crap, and when it comes along, she's sure to put it in its place.

Likes[/u]

• Animals
  
• Red Wine (Although she's not aloud to drink at the Pub)
  
• Talking
  
• Reading
  
• Children
  
• Cooking
  
• Singing
  
• Exercise
  

Dislikes[/u]

• Snobs
  
• People who practically SWIM in their money
  
• Darkness
  
• Elevators
  

Flaws[/u]

• Short tempered
  
• Can make fun of people without realizing it
  
• Can't take hints
  
• Doesn't understand sarcasm sometimes
  
• Can chat your ear off
  

History[/u]
Evelyn was born in Australia,but moved when she was four years old due to the death of her father. She moved to a small farm in California, where they raised cattle and poultry. She had always wanted a horse, but her mother didn't like horses, and they couldn't afford it. Throughout her whole life, Evelyn had been loud, not shy at all. When she turned sixteen, she had to drive her mothers old pickup to school, and loved that she had transportation. She had many girlfriends who she hung out with every weekend, and has never had a boyfriend. She's never liked any guys that way. At the age of nineteen, she came to the Mountain Ridge Ranch. On her way there, she dropped int the pet shop and adopted a small, eight week old border collie puppy, who she named Akira. Although she's lived away from Australia for fifteen years, she still has a tiny Australian accent.

Housing[/u]
On the ranch, in the apartment. Room 403 please?

Pets[/u]

Name: Akira
Species: Dog
Breed: Border Collie
Gender: Female
Age: Eight weeks
Picture:




She wants a horse, and will buy one with her own money soon.


Vehicle[/u]
N/A

She walks everywhere

[Out Of Character:]Where You Heard Of Us[/u]
Furry-Paws!!

Further Details[/u]
Nope.

Roleplaying Example[/u]
This is off of a horse RP... Hope it works for you!

<>Like it really bothered me. I had done things like that many times before. Seduce a mare, haul her off into a random cave, and disappear. I was a heart breaker. What can I say? I enjoy my work far too much to care. Even when the mare would call me back, lost in the back of some random cave, I would dance my way out and never look back at her. I couldn't give a fuck. That is, until that one mare. Tries to haul me down, and attack me. Fucking bitch. She wanted me to rape her, like any other hormone crazed bastard would. Of course, with horse fighting in my blood, I easily shook her off me. I could probably make her happy and send some random bastard in there, but then again, I don't give a fuck about how she feels.[/center]

<>Burning ginger pools crossed the area, my pace kept up to keep from getting damp along the drizzle. Of course, I really could care less. I tried to avert my optics from many different situations, but of course, I couldn't hide from every god damn one. It really bothered me, everywhere I looked, there was some whore trying to get some bastard to have Love Making with her. It was disgusting. Worst of all, it was continuous. Oh look, a couple there. Go three feet, oh look another there. And the same mares. It's all for the pleasure, too. Not because you love them, but because they want the feel. So, I give the sluts what they deserve.

<>I kept moving at a swift pace, trying to keep averting my optics from every pair. Before I realized, I was galloping along. Just as suddenly as I realized it, a vixen was off to my right, walking alone. She seemed lost in thought. I slowed down to a trot, and snorted. She seemed to be in the same situation, disgusted, and trying to avert her optics from everything. I must admit, she was a handsome mare, and I sort of like the way her outlook seemed. The way she walked, I had to keep in a chuckle that almost escaped. She looked paranoid. With a toss of my banner and a flick of my ribbons, I spoke up.
"Hey beautiful. What are you doing out here, alone? I though only pairs came here," My voice was loud and bounced off the trees and forest floor. I had to keep from grinning. It was a deep voice, one that had a teasing tone to it. I stopped a few feet in front of her to keep her from leaving in that direction, as I waited for her response.

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Sorry... That one above gets a bit detailed. It's the only one I could find for now though.