Post by Eve Alexander on Dec 1, 2009 9:33:56 GMT -5
"You know there’s got to be a faster way to do this. How about we just change the first question to ‘have you recently dated a homicidal pyromaniac?’"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
Your Name: Hayley Chinchen
How many years roleplaying?: 2 years
French poet Jacques Rigaut said, "Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror."
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Character Name: Evelyn 'Eve' Alexander
Age: I 29
Date of Birth: 31st October
Residence: [Virginia, Quantico but born in Dallas, Texas
Profession: Part of the Child Abduction and Serial Murder Investigative Resources Center
Appearance: Eve is a slender, tall yet average sized women and good looking brunette. Her hair is reaches just below her shoulders but is often in a pony tail but when down, it is thick and straighten. She stands at around five feet eight inches tall, without any assistance from heels.
She is pretty enough to turn a few heads but as it's her facial features that attract most attention, with her chestnut brown hair framing her oval face.
Eve's fashion sense is professional on and off the job: white and black shirts and pencil skirts. Her outfits are formal and smart, but she rarely switches but on occasion wear casual and more relaxed clothing if she is not dealing with cases.
Personality: Eve is a dedicated, hard worker and also takes risks as she feels they are needed, even though she is fully armed and trained member of the FBI, she prefers to use words then a gun which is to her the last resort. In her area of work, she often is there to provide counseling to families and victims, she is in control of her emotions because of this, and is seen as calming presence in difficult and emotional times.
She is often found jogging early before work, as an outlet to what she sees everyday on the job. With those she work with, she is viewed as often cold, work-oriented but understanding, she often finds it hard to socialize with her own gender.
History: Eve was born in the city of Dallas on a cold October evening which just happened to be Halloween, She was raised in a quiet suburban corner of the noisy city, where nothing stayed secret for too long as everybody knew, everyone else. It was a relatively normal upbringing, she was an only child until she was six when her brother Maxwell was born, she didn't adapt easily to his birth, she was negative towards him fearing he would take all the affection of their parents and live her alone and cold. In high school, she was viewed as an outsider and abit of a geek as she liked science and did well in the subject.
She joined Athletic teams as an attempt to make friends and because she liked running. After graduating, she became closer with her brother, who was struggling like she had with High school. In college, Eve took up criminology with a particular interest in Crime involving Children after obtaining her degree from university she joined the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime (NCAVC) before then being assigned to the Child Abduction and Serial Murder Investigative Resources Center (CASMIRC) due to the nature of overall degree which had focused on the crimes involving children.
Part of her job description includes the investigation of major violent crimes, child abductions, mysterious disappearances of children, child homicides, and serial murder. Taking cases to the BAU profilers when needed but when a profile is needed to help the case along if they do not have a suspect or lac evidence to lead to a suspect or victim.
Likes:
Tea, she prefers the taste, especially with lots of sugar
Her job
Exercise
Finding the children before its too late
Making Friends, even though she finds it hard
Dislikes:
Attacks on Children
Coffee, its too bitter in taste for her
Small talk
Failure, especially when trying to connect with people
Being told, she's overworked herself
Strengths:
Patience
Emotionally controlled (most of the time)
work-oriented
sympathetic, as she often deals with the families of victims
Weaknesses:
work-oriented can leads to lack of a social life
guarded
low self esteem which makes her seem cold and unapproachable
She works until there has been a result but often overworks herself, as she see every child case as important and takes them to heart.
Parents:
Mother - Alyssa Alexander - Age 56
Father - Jacob Andrew Alexander - Age 59 - Deceased
Siblings:
Younger Brother Micheal Jacob Alexander - Age 23
Spouse: n/a
Children: n/a
Anything Else?
Since her father's death which was ruled out as an accident, It happened when she at University, her brother has been 'off the radar', he blames himself as he had come out to thier father about his sexuality, and introduced his boyfriend to him, feeling that the burden of having a bisexual son with a boyfriend was too much, it lead him to believe this caused Jacob, his and Eve's father to go for a drive which lead to the fatal accident.
However upon moving to Virginia and the FBI, she found out that her brother who was a Police Officer lived in the state and had done for the past three years after bumping into him in a coffee shop on her day off.
Roleplay Sample: On the horizon, a lone car was driving, heading south at a speed that made it seem like the driver was trying to get away from whatever was behind them.
The Driver was a young twenty four year old brunette female, Her Name was Rachel. She breathed in deeply, as she gripped the wheel of her beat up jeep, driving down the road towards Bon temps. It was heart-breaking for her, leaving everything she knew in Ohio for this small rural town but it was necessary, so ....they wouldn't find her. Her head throbbed in pain, she groaned but had to deal with it.
She had been driving all day, her gaze was focused on the road but she now noticed, it was getting dark, anxiety and fear, crept through her veins like poison. Quickly shaking her head, no this was not the time to think of them, she would start fresh and away from them, they were the past. She speed past a sign, in bold lettering it said WELCOME TO BON TEMPS.
"Finally" was all she said, whilst a small smile appeared her face. She turned down a road with a sign stating a motel wasn't that far away. At least she would be in soft bed tonight but would she be able to sleep, she feared she wouldn't, she sighed as she drove into the parking lot of what seemed to a small white building, the paint looked like it was fading and chipping away. She groaned, this place had seen better day but it would have to do for a few nights. She parked the jeep then killed the engine, before opening the door and stepping out.
Before she took her suitcases out of the back, she would hopeful find a room, but from the sounds she could hear, shouting, children's laughter and other sounds which she didn't want to hear, she groaned in disgust as she entered the main building, not that far away, she could hear beds banging against walls, a red tinge spread across her face.
There was a young women, maybe in her late teen, or early twenties sitting behind the desk, with a bored expression on her face. She had over sized headphones over her ears, her music was blaring loudly as Rachael approached the desk. She tried to clear her throat then cough to get the young women attention but all attempts failed.
The Young woman, looked up catching the person standing in front of hers gaze, grunting in annoyance, she quickly turned off her music as she didn't want another complain against her. Her boss, would likely fire her, if that happened. She smiled which seemed to rachel as false and lacked an warmth, trying to be as nice as possible, as she spoke "Welcome to Sleep easy Motels, how many nights will it be, since it obviously only you"
'What the, how rude was this girl, what about the southern hospitality I had heard about, where was it?' she thought angrily, she quickly answered "Just three nights" before pulling out her purse which was larger than normal, as she had taken most of saving out this morning, knowing full well, they could track her if she used her cards.
"That will be $45 in total" the young woman replied almost with a meaningful tone, Rachael quickly paid, pulling out the notes needed to pay before she was given a key with the number eight engraved on it. "You're in Room Eight that near the back, just turn right out that door" she said pointing to the door on the far right side of the room. Rachael nodded before heading back to her car and retrieving her two suitcases and then locking her car.
Room Eight was probably the smallest motel room, she had ever seen, as she stood on the threshold of the room, she could see one bed, a door leading to a bathroom, a table and couple of chairs. sighing as entered the room, closing and locking the door, behind her. 'Damn' she thought, how could it have come to this.
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