EVANS, james.

[james evans.]

james alexandre evans

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THE BASICS[/color]
Full Name:
James Alexandre Evans.
Age:
seventeen.
Gender:
male.
Date of Birth:
october thirty-first.
Group:
undefinable.
Year/Job:
senior.
Sexuality:
asexual? confused.


APPEARANCE
Hair Color:
jet black.
Eye Color:
grey-ish hazel.
Ethnicity:
irish.
Overall Appearance:

A book needs to be opened from within in order to consume whatever it needs to utter, yet, when it comes to human, they don't need to be extracted from the depth, for some certain features in their outer demeanor would give them away in a matter of seconds, whether willingly or unwillingly. Usually, people wouldn't want others to notice their weaknesses, and would detest the fact that they could never, ever rid their own selves from experimenting unwanted emotions, and for such emotions to be quite strong in order to force the appearance to obey for those certain feelings. Yet, what is it like when it comes to creatures, creatures that are known to contain no emotion: cold-hearted, cold-blooded, and never contain a bit piece of emotion. It would've been easier for James Evans if he was a creature.

Different forms appear, yet one of them is never the genuine one. Never was it difficult to recognize James Evans, for, like everyone, he does possess qualities that could make him... unique, yet, it doesn't seem to satisfy him in the least bit. He conveys emotions within his eyes, for they are far from dead: the only part of him that truly appears as an emotional human, of which he, on a note, despises. With a mesmerizing color of dark hazel, slashes of hatred/love or anything along such lines rises within them, bringing them to an almost intriguing pattern. His hair falls upon his eyes, in soft locks of black, forcing his eyes to appear more than they do, clones of each other by color. His cheeks are sallow, pale, and everything that healthy people aren't. They appear to be flushed whenever anger forces its way towards him, which is usually all the time, but most definitely, their true color is that of a paleness that matches perfectly with his eyes.

For a teenage boy of the age of seventeen, James possesses a demeanor that is visibly sophisticated, though carless. Maturity clearly is written upon his face, except that his actions conclude otherwise. His high temper never would match his appearance and his somewhat carless demeanor, in which always contradicts that frown that he had glued to his lips. James is never seen with a normal, simple smile, and if he ever is, then the world has stopped and spun its wheels upon everyone. That's exactly what James doesn't need right away: a smile that could "lighten" his features, as many elders would say... but he never, ever listens. James despises the uniqueness he possesses because of the "carlessnes" he had had ever since birth, but he doesn't mind much... on the outside. His appearance speaks for itself when it states that this boy has an intriguing demeanor and so is most definitely a loner.

Dangerous is what your first impression will be, which actually is true most of the time, since James gives the impression of wanting to murder whoever does approach him and starts a conversation, no matter how pleasant it seems to be. His teeth are slightly pointy, giving him the impression of being a vampire along with his paleness, which is what most people had feared about James, but no - he had to be a darn human (not that vampires ever exist but James believes in numerous weird aspects). His pale features enable anyone to notice him as he stands out quite well in a crowd, due to his dismay, and whilst his skin is that of a caucasian demeanor, his dark lips form a different thought as that red color is shown perfecly, as well representing him as a monster who hates others - harsh?

James could care less about whether he impresses anyone with his appearance or he doesn't, for all he cares about is... well, nothing. James's outer demeanor is very much a clone of his father's, thankyouverymuch, and he gained nothing of his mother except perhaps her amazing ability to cook. With a slightly slouching figure and a height of 5' 8", James had been much tinier than many of his fellow peers, but this is one way for him in order to disappear. Those features, those cursed features, had been gained from his ascendants, dark and shadowed just to match that scowl upon his face and his bipolar personality. Bruises and burns can be found under his clothes, from his... life at home, but James usually covers it up with long sleeved, overlarge robes. All in all, he isn't one to bring home to your mother.

Face Claim:
ryan ross.


PERSONALITY
Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Goals:

Overall Personality:

Never judge a book by its cover. Hasn't anyone learned anything from that familiar saying? Apparently not, for judging by how people embrace James's physical demeanor, as well as his outer, fake personality, they never would work on that saying. Some people believe that everything comes as black or white, without any gray area to seperate them into neutrality, you're either this, or you're that, but what happens when a parasite comes to ruin such a supposedly perfect combination of what was thought as life? Such a crucial point in life, and whoever doesn't reinforce such thoughts, will be banned emotionally, banned from society, and banned from living. James is a grey area, a parasite forced to live, and his demeanor speaks for itself. It is never simple, to know your future, to know that you will be spending your life alone, and that you, yourself, will be lost in such a land... your personality is what pushes people away yet you don't have the desire to can't change it. Would it be extremely hard to have a paragraph in a book... and reading it, writing it, yet not being able to erase it as simply as you could've written it. What people never seem to comprehend is that someone deeply in hurt does not need another person to be there for them, but what they need is nothing more than death and anything along such lines, for no no one, no one is capable of being there for anyone else... in James's theory. He needed others... he needed them badly, but he couldn't risk such a chance, not another one event that could force his whole life to turn another angle, hurting more than it already did. It wasn't just a phase, just something that could occur for any person along the lines of a teenager, but true, deep pain that no other could comprehend, and those who do will already have a corrupted life. Without any doubt, James is corrupted, for his deep passion of remaining too far away from others as such could not be classified as a normal, healthy teenager. There exists no such thing as normal, had no one ever knew such a fact.

With a personality that belongs to a loner, James is usually found a quiet shadow lingering upon a corridor, being nothing more than invisible and wanting to be known as such. No one had known what is beyond those dark eyes of his, nor do they ever have the desire to. You see, even though wanting to be left alone, usually, people pick on him... badly, and he does nothing to prevent it. It is rather weird, for a person like James, nevertheless, to be teased, yet, as time changes, so do people, and they no longer fear the name of James Evans.but rather place it to the ground, caring less. Not only did it happen at school, but also around the places he had visited. Anyone could easily witness the weakness within him, and anyone could use that against his advantage, and he attempts doing something, but it never works... because he is too weak. Not only physically, but mostly emotionally. With an intriguing, mysterious face that he places, it was, without any doubt, a factor that was enticing. Disguising as a quiet person at first, anyone will be drawn to such a mysterious personality, thinking that it would be a risk if someone as "cold" as James would be befriended. Often Always, he succeeds in placing such a face, a havoc in disguise, and as much as he is quiet during the first meeting, he pushes people away by that. He's captivatingly formal in his speech, actions, and anything along those lines when it involves teachers and adults. Beguilingly bringing others to believe what he, himself, obviously does not believe had been a factor in his personality, and would always be.

The main reason of him being teased is because he isn't one to be shown as a brave, dwelling knight. Sure enough, he loves adventures, but he is scared of something more than that, emotions, and being scared is the same anyway, which is why he was seen as a weak member of society. Besides, he is one to despise what people could call "fun," especially those that include him within it... pranks made by those he hates the most. Other than being weak emotionally and physically, James is one to love the darkness, and had grown quite fond of it. Being one to adore writing, reading or anything as such, he had been found wandering during the darkness in dangerous places, for he loves an adventure (mainly because he wishes that somehow, it might get him killed). Even though not considered brave, James is definitely courageous when it comes to adventures and dares, for he could never allow a chance as such to pass by without him appearing there first. James isn't much of a social person, and being resented, some actually do fear him, but more than such, he fears everyone and everything which contains emotions... emotions that could end up in him being hurt. Obviously, being hurt was a rather weak aspect of James, which is why he'd rather linger in the shadows than know anything or anyone.

He is constantly reminding people to never approach him, but even though, when someone does, and he finally possesses something along the lines of a friend, he remains loyal. Not all his life is darkness and angst, but his other side is rather more intriguing, and people would be surprised if they ever had heard an aspect of it. He can be friendly... towards a friend. Though he still does contain the cold demeanor, but he lightens up, and he cares about them whether they like it or not. He rarely would be found in such a state, but when it does happen, it'll be a dlightful surprise. He contains many dark, deep secrets, but who doesn't? Who doesn't place a mask whenever anyone approaches them at first? But one, most definitely bad aspect about him is that he loves seeing those he hate suffer... because it removes his own suffer and travels towards them. Sure, he doesn't like it, but he keeps on telling himself as such... in order for his hurt to be removed. His personality had been gained from his mother... his true, caring, yet cold one. His father, though... he had gained from him all the coldness, all the unemotional, love-too-see-others-suffer and the fake demeanor. Who truly is James Evans?

He had never been one to like emotions extremely, as most people do, for he knows what the aftermath of such emotions could lead to. Why do you think he places a cold demeanor that shelters him as a cloak, for he was never brave enough to face these emotions that had been nothing more than a disgrace to him... whether it was as simple as liking someone, or rather complicated as loving or hating the other. James did suffer from such throughout his whole life, but he never managed to know the antidote, and apparently, there never to be one. People always believed that hate was a factor that opposed love, but no, James believes that without hate, there lingers no love. But he isn't one to think too deep about such aspects of life that had grown rather complicated to him. He was never one to have just a normal life, for his childhood wasn't, and if he had grown on complications, then he would live and die on the same way. Unlike anyone else he possesses every downfall but has since embraced them in order to move on, as a matter of fact, he wishes for them. His heart and intentions have always been and will always be unreachable, and he will be sure to possess a long-lasting impression of hurt even after he’s gone. James was one to hold on badly to emotions of hate, hurt, and never be forgiving. Many people had hurt him badly, and his impressions about them had changed tremendously. James is only a mere glass, waiting to be shattered any minute now... and when it does, the effect is never pleasant, especially when someone steps on the shattered glass.

HISTORY
Birth place:
ireland.
Family:
father darryn evans, deceased.
mother jacinta [ivory] evans, deceased.
sibling jacqueline evans, deceased.

godfather/uncle verret evans.
Overall History:

The least of what James grew up to be was a misguided character, for living in a world filled with sorrow and pain was never that easy, and dramatic effects in a child's life will always remain as a reminder, as a scar, for what had, and still does, hurt him or her. Apparantely, as such had happened towards James Evans, forced to live a life he did not want and surely never needed. As the first breath is taken, a new world is formed, changing the lives of those around it. Even with human that are barely considered with feelings. With people that linger in the dark longer that darkness itself. Being born into such a family is a curse within itself, and that is known perfectly well to those who possess a brain. Often never considered to contain genuine feelings, Darryn Evans had been proved to be as such for numerous years... ever since the birth of his unwanted child. Jacinta Ivory had truly fallen in love with Darryn Evans, but he merely wanted someone to do chores for him, a slave, even if it was a bloody stranger. His coldness always reached its extremes, especially when the night of october the thirty first had came upon them, and a child was born upon midnight. Born on a Halloween night with a twin sister, his life had been a facade of chaos ever since his birth, which hadn't been quite a huge surprise since both of his parents were huge sinners when it came to people's rights. They hurt others, and ended up with unwanted children... mistakes. James could care less, for being a mistake was the least of his troubles. Apparrently, his "mother", not quite fond of him and Jacqueline Evans, threw them in a dirty orphanage by the age of three, after the death of Darryn , and they lived there for a long time that their past was practically erased. He cared less, it was in his own demeanor, but he was never there... never. It never took a long time for Darryn Evans to finally go under the dirt and die, that is when he was murdered by scandals of the streets, but it wasn't a huge loss upon the Evans Family. In fact, it never felt any different.

Even though the years had passed, it was extremely slow in that dark, cold orphanage, in which screams and shouts could never be heard too often, whether it was that of a woman shrieking, or a child crying... there was no one there. It was always cold. Always winter. Always a graveyard. Always nothing along the lines of a family or even friends. Though the silence, even though unnerving, had never lasted, and James wished badly if it had truly lasted. As the first breath is taken, a new world is formed, changing the lives of those around it. Even with creatures that are barely considered with feelings. With creatures that linger in the dark longer that darkness itself. Being born into such a family is a curse within itself, and that is known perfectly well to those who possess a brain. Often never considered to contain genuine feelings, the Evans are normally feared and shunned away by society, which is why their social status had been quite low during such dark days. The Evans family, though them used to being quite powerful and authority lingers in their hand the most in the scandaled world, had never turned into such after the death of Darryn Evans. And now, the two heirs linger within the walls of a dark orphanage, unknown to the world of their existence. People abused him, mentally and physically, continuously, but he, being too weak, just listened and embraced the fact that he will always be as such. He left out all the rest. It began with him being a loner by then, joining by himself and his books, copybooks, and such, but the torture barely begun. By the age of seven, someone, a guardian, apparantely, informed him and his sister of his mother's death, and told them, that in her will, if they died at such an early age, then the twins would be sent to live with their father's brother: Verret Evans. At first, it was a delight that they would leave the orphanage, but things went from downhill, to deeper and much lower than such. It was a bad option... a really bad one.

Jacinta Evans had, apparently, found yet another love of her life before her death... deciding that it wasn't worth the tears, Darryn that is. Verret Evans was the person that had easily allured her into his trap, making her fall for him... After the marriage of the two, it wasn't long before her death had come upon her (though James had possessed numerous doubts and thoughts that Verret was the murderer, for he was the owner of a bunch of weapons hidden in his study room). Verret was one to feel rather lonely, and wouldn't want to live this world on his own, for he, like his brother, wanted anything along the lines of a "slave," and someone to save him from his boredom. Unfortunately, his wish was granted. He had found a new way to spend his days, torturing James badly. Being the eldest son, James was hated the most for possessing a clear mind to think, which is why Verret had found it "amusing" to confuse James and use him badly. Needless to say that James's days and night were spent with many bruises and sores due to being abused, physically and mentally, by the new replacement in his life. Verret always had talked harmfully towards James, telling him that he was a "good-for-nothing" monster, and nothing but such. After time passed, James had grown of knowing such things, and he embraced it badly. When he turned nine, Verret had become an extreme alcoholic, drinking whenever he had the chance and then after abusing James mentally and physically, he'd rape him. It was just another phase (a teenager phase) in his life, wasn't it? Unfortunately, he would've wished that.

But James could've cared less anymore, for getting used to something for numerous years could never hurt much now, could it? Can he feel the pain now that he'd felt it all his life? Apparently, he still can. Bruises had formed upon James, burns, cuts, everything Verret could throw or beat him with, and he wasn't scared of James's ability of possessing a high temper or his capabilty of harming physically. In fact, Verret was one to whisper in James's ear that he could do nothing, that he was incapable of being a somebody, of ever being loved, of ever knowing anything... and James believed him. If things are repeated for a long time, one starts to believe them... and commit them badly, portraying the thoughts just perfectly. It happened only when he was home, so he was thankful that he had the courage to run away when the drunk Verret was around the corner. Apparently, around the corner was a long walk. He finally arrived at High School, the place he thought would've been his sanctuary, but apparently, it wasn't any better. No - no one knew of his shames at home, though they had possessed doubts, which is why their fear had turned into teasing, but he still could've cared less. High School was a phase, just like his former life. He still has a "disease," a fear and weakness that many seem to use to his disadvantage, he still believes what is said to him about his own self, he still is fearing more than being feared... but what will he do?


ABOUT YOU
Name:
alaa.
Age:
fourteen.
Years Roleplaying:
one yearrr.
Rule Phrase:
-admin edit-
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[james evans.]

Sample Roleplay:

[white]oh no, i see,
i spun a web, it's tangled up with me[/white]

James would call this just another normal day. But as he had proved so many times, normal in his dictionary meant different in any other's. As he could recall, the events of today weren't very cheerful, seeing the amount of homework they were showered with. He'll have to talk with Remus later, convince him in copying his homework, or at least, taking one peek. Being picked on by Professors the whole day wasn't enough, but they just had to throw loads of homework towards them. A sigh, almost sounding as a groan, escaped the Gryffindor's lips, as he finally was conscious of his destination. For the first time in a while, he was able to sneak out of the Gryffindor Common Room unnoticed, great thanks to the invisibility cloak. Now, the cloak hung lazily over his shoulder, his gaze skimming through the nearly dark hallway. It was almost sunset, meaning that many people will be found inside their common rooms, trying their best pathetic attempts in finishing the many homework they have received. James needed a greater time than many others in finishing his homework, mainly because he isn't very much concentrated in it, but instead, drawing and scribbling around the piece of parchment he would have in his hand. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt something fall from his hands. James didn't bother grabbing anything other than the invisibility cloak and a book. Believe it or not, James was reading. A book had caught his eyes during his trip to a Muggle town, a book by the name Hamlet. He still barely read anything but the title, but it seemed interesting, and a way towards his maturity, as Lily had always told him. He was growing more mature for her, and attempting to read a supposedly boring book probably was the way to doing that. That is exactly why he had exited the common room, in order to find a quiet place and not to be bothered by questions like "James, I didn't know you could read." Attempting not to roll his eyes at that thought, he picked up the book from the floor, allowing it to rest lazily in his hand, whilst the other still held the invisibility cloak.

Straightening himself up, he glanced around once again, and saw the same empty corridor he had first witnessed while placing his footsteps above the stone surface. His infamous habit of running a hand through his hair had taken place once again, as he began walking. His messy hair stuck at the back as it always did; James had yet another fictional fight with his comb, he always does. Finally finishing his habit of messing up his hair, he glanced in front of him, his feet walking slowly. The hallway was extremely quiet it almost was creepy, but then again, that is why Gryffindor bravery existed in James Potter. Fixing his glasses upon his face, he allowed both his hands now to lazily rest on either side of him, the invisibility cloak almost slipping away. As he continued to walk, he could've sworn this hallway seemed a lot longer when you're walking in it alone, not to mention the fact that darkness was falling upon the window, spreading itself in the hallway as James kept on walking. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips, as he finally reached the door. It seemed to take forever to walk from the Gryffindor Tower to the Library. The Library is one place that seemed very odd for James to be in, especially after being kicked out lots of times. A smirk found its way to his lips at the mere thought of that. Being noisy was one thing James could never give up, and being quiet for once seemed like an odd thought for him, and in the Library that is. He placed the invisibility cloak around him once again, as he peeked inside. It was deserted, completely deserted. People didn't seem to want to come to the Library in such a day, especially that it was almost dinner. James would never miss dinner for anything, but then again, he wanted some peace and quiet and going in here whilst everyone were preparing for other things seemed to be the only option. The Room of Requirement was a very bad idea, seeing as more and more people knew of its existence nowadays.

He finally entered the Library, and sneaked towards the corner, in which a table remained deserted. Seating himself in the dark corner, he slipped off his cloak, placing it on the table, as he seated himself down. Messing up his hair once again, he glanced at the book he had in hand, and finally opened it. The first word seemed to bore the hell out of him, since James was never used of plays, especially Old English ones. Many words seemed so difficult to understand, and he most certainly didn't want to be known as an ignorant to such things, and he continued to read. It seemed to take forever for James to get through the first page, his eyes flickering against the words so many times for him to understand. "I give up." he groaned after reading through the second page, closing the book and placing it on the table. He glared at the book for so long. All that just to impress a certain red head. He seemed to fight the urge of reading a little bit more, and even though what he had read was limited, he still felt somewhat interested in this book, and his hands found its way towards it once again, opening it and starting to read through the third page. It seemed to take a whole load of time to pass through the pages, but he certainly wasn't fully ignorant about Old English. Nothing would have woken him up from his "trance," for he seemed so intent in the book that a nuclear bomb wouldn't have "awoken" him at all.

[white]and i lost my head,
the thought of all the stupid things i said[/white]

&&.finished :]

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[rupert savage]

accepted

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