[Evelyn Fëanor]

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]EVELYN AERWETH Fëanor

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THE BASICS

NAME: Evelyn Aer Fëanor
AGE: 25
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: May 14
RACE: Elf
OCCUPATION:
CLASS:
POWER: water creation and manipulation

PLAYBY: Jessica Stroup

THE RELATIONS

MOTHER: Rosswen Fëanor
FATHER Aegon Fëanor
BROTHERS: Roran Fëanor
SISTERS: --- Fëanor
CHILDREN: None
EXTENDED FAMILY: all deceased
PETS:

THE APPEARANCE

Evelyn is a young, slender elf with bright blue eyes and long, dark, brown curls. She in't the tallest of elves, standing at average height. She rarely keeps her hair up, preferring to keep it down and in natural curls. Evelyn's smiles have the ability to light up an entire room, lighting up her blue eyes easily.

THE PERSONALITY

Evelyn was always a happy child, full of life and spirit. Innocent and kind, she was adored by many, especially her parents. As the eldest sister, she showed an aptitude for leadership and was always protective of her younger siblings, especially after what happened to her brother, Roran.

As she grew older, Evelyn became a strong and fierce woman who was never quick to anger and went about everything with a level head. Stubbornness was her downfall, as was her willingness to do anything and everything her father asked of her. Though Aegon believed he would never do anything to harm his children, he might as well have marked his oldest daughter for death the day that he agreed to a betrothal between her and Galadriel.

After her twenty-fifth birthday, things went from bad to worse for Evelyn when she discovered that she was pregnant. Evelyn became quiet and subdued, eager to leave Andrasti behind in order to seek out a new life for her and her unborn child. She would much rather die than ever reveal the truth to Galadriel, the man that she hated more than anything.

THE HISTORY

BIRTH REALM: Mourinor
BIRTH KINGDOM: Andrasti

Long before Evelyn was born, Aegon Fëanor was named Arallan of Andrasti. Aegon came from a long line of warrior elves who were highly esteemed among the Andrasti. When he came of age, he was deemed to be destined for greatness. Shortly after his twentieth birth, Aegon married a young elf woman by the name of Rosswen, whom he'd been betrothed to since his coming of age. Over time, the two became more than close and, despite their arranged marriage, fell deeply in love.

It was a few years later that Aegon became ruler of Andrasti, just shortly after the birth of his first child, Roran. Aegon and Rosswen were unfortunate after the birth of Roran, going through a number of miscarriages and stillborn birthings. By the time Evelyn was born, she was younger then her brother by a substantial amount.

Finally, Aegon and Rosswen had their long awaited little girl, with two more to come in the years that followed. Roran was nearing thirty years of age when he was murdered by a group of humans from Van'ostgar. Evelyn, who had been seven years old at the time, had been with her brother on that fateful day, exploring the forests. Roran held off the men and told Evelyn to run. The young elf never saw her beloved brother again and he was assumed dead.

After the death of her oldest child, Rosswen's health declined quickly. She grew ill and, when Evelyn was ten years of age, passed on to the next life. Evie would never forget how beautiful and caring her mother was and strove to be just like her.

For her coming of age ceremony, Evelyn was in the forest for three days before she finally brought home the body of a wolf. Like her mother, Evelyn was a fierce, but beautiful warrior. The day that she came home from her coming of age hunt was the same day that her father announced her betrothal to Galadriel Serindë. Galadriel was an elf warrior who was much older than herself and never quite respected her the way she should have been. Simply put, Evelyn hated him with every ounce of her being, though Aegon insisted that she would grow to love him.

As Evelyn grew older, it became harder and harder to hold Galadriel off. He followed her almost everywhere she went, acting as one of her personal guards. The more womanly the young elf became, the more persistent Galadriel was. It was torture for him, to see her grow into such a beauty and yet... he could not touch her. She never allowed it and she did everything she possibly could to hold off the wedding.

Things only grew worse. Evelyn had just turned twenty five years old and her father and betrothed were urging her to agree upon a date for the wedding. An argument ensued between the couple, bitter and hateful. When she slept that night, peacefully and seemingly safe, inside her chamber, Galadriel came to her. He was drunk and forceful, not to mention so much stronger than her. She didn't have a choice in the matter no matter how much she protested.

Evelyn wasn't quite the same after that. She hardly spoke and became quiet, avoiding Galadriel as much as possible. She even avoided conversations with her sisters, whom she had always shared a special relationship with. Not long after, her father's health started to dwindle and he knew his time was coming. His wish was for Galadriel to become the next Arallan, but he knew he could not make that decision. So, instead, he called for a tournament, as tradition called for, and Galadriel had his full support. The tournament was the last thing on Evelyn's mind though. She wanted nothing more than to leave Andrasti behind and to get the child that she was carrying far, far away from Galadriel. She knew that, if he ever discovered that she was pregnant, that would be the end of their engagement and the beginning of eternal hell.

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