Polo & JennPen's RP.

Character

This is my spur of the moment charrie ha.

Evangeline Fenix

'Evie'

Female

21

History: Evangeline comes from your typical white-picket-fence, middle class family. Her parents were both madly in love, she was a single child, and life was a fairy tale. Well, until she hit 16, that is. Not 2 months after Evie's sweet 16, her mother left home to run a small errand and simply never returned. Three days later, a hunter found her body hanging up on an old deer fence; stabbed so many times, it was hard for investigators to see where one slice began and the other ended. It was a crime that would put her small town on the map and leave her father to live life forever haunted. Evangeline had her own way of grieving, and her mother's death became the driving force behind almost everything she did. She wasn't going to get angry at her mother's killer, she was going to get even. As an undercover agent, she has access to all the records and information that the sketchy investigators kept from her, and she's slowly starting to uncover more and more behind the tragedy that struck her at a young age. Lately, though, she's been given more and more undercover jobs, and her suspicions are raised; are they trying to keep her busy so she doesn't find out the truth?
(Eh, I figured that could turn into something if we run out of things to do.)
Appearance: Let's be honest, you don't get sent out onto the field if you're unattractive, it just never works out. To be an undercover agent you have to be desirable, especially if you're a female, whose targets are lustful men that see you first as a sexual object. Lucky for Evie, she goes beyond attractive and knows how to reek sex appeal, if the occasion calls for it. Her hair is a tawny blonde and hangs down to her shoulder blades in loose curls. 'Doe eyes' are the best way to describe her brown eyes that are darkly fringed by her lengthy eyelashes, and are the only thing that gives away the compassionate nature she was born with, and masterfully hides from people. A modest 5'6, Evie is short enough to make herself seem vulnerable, but tall enough to appear powerful; whichever she happens to need. Daily jogs that she's done religiously at night since she was about 13, have helped keep her body toned and in shape.
Personality: In the recent years since she joined the CIA, Evie has been trained to be whoever she needs to be in order to take down her target. This is how she prefers it, and, even when she's not on a classified mission, it's how she's learned to get by. For years she's been dragging around the ghost of her mother, which seems to have thrown her into a perpetual exhaustion. She's a secretive person, not by nature, but it's turned into a dominate trait. Evangeline has always been an intelligent mind, with a stubborn streak. She inherited her boldness from her father, and a certain benevolence from her mother; not that she ever gives it too many opportunities to show itself.

((Just copied my old character forms. They work. XD I decided to make him a little older, otherwise it could be weird. ))

My character(s).

Name: Tyson Retisant (Say: Ret-ee-Saunt ) ((Ty))

Age: 19 years

Appearance: Tyson has long, straight black hair with he keeps tied in a braid down his back, stretching almost to his shoulder blades. His face is casually framed by shorter, loose strands, falling in layers from just above his eyebrows to below his chin. He has a stocky build, and is slightly shorter than most boys his age. He has high, proud cheekbones and a naturally rich, tanned complexion. His eyes, though he seldom shows them, are a bright, fiery shade of brown - seeming almost red in direct sunlight. He generally stands with a somewhat aloof and disinterested stance, often making himself appear unapproachable. He usually walks with his hands in his pockets, partially because he likes it that way, and partially for the practical purpose of having quicker access to the pen and notepad he keeps there.
He always wears a thick, loose black hoodie, and pair of modest, tattered jeans. His features and bone structure suggest that he might be handsome, but his lifestyle and wardrobe do his appearance no justice.

Personlity: To be RPed


Other: 1 Sibling, Lizzie


Name: Elizabeth Retisant ((Lizzie))

Age: 23 years

Appearance: Very pretty light boned and slender girl. She is a natural redhead with a fair complexion and alluring pale blue eyes.

Personality: Cheerful, spontaneous, outgoing, friendly, enthusiastic, talkative, judgemental, flirtatious.


((I know his hair sounds weird. I suck at explaining it, but check out Edward Elric sporting it like a boss. The Awesomeness.


Will you start, or must I? ))

Lizzie had been out all night, and it didn’t take a genius to guess where. She came back reeking of second-hand smoke – hair tousled, and a wad of crumpled money poking out of the top of her bra, which was badly hidden by her tight, low-cut tank top.
“Good haul tonight.” She grunted, sitting heavily down next to Ty on the park bench – then pulling out the wad of notes, and flapping it in his face with a patronizing smirk. “That old bastard on Birchmore street’s a right freak. I charged him triple.” She laughed, “You shoulda seen the stuff that horny bugger-“
Her speech was cut off abruptly, then, because Ty had clapped his palm over her mouth. He raised one eyebrow, and shook his head with an expression of superior disgust.
“Oh, stop being so f**king proud!” Lizzie snapped, swatting his hand away. “At least I won’t be going to sleep hungry tonight. Let me ask you this, brother – how much did you earn?”
This humbled Tyson. He shifted uncomfortably – shrugging his shoulders and shoving his hands deeper into his pockets – then turned away.
Lizzie sighed dramatically and shook her head, turning ice-blue eyes to the horizon, where the rising sun silhouetted swings, slides and roundabouts in a gentle golden light.
“You waited up all night again?”
Ty nodded mutely.
“Come on, then. Let’s go find some breakfast.”
She patted her brother briefly on the shoulder, then got up and nodded for him to follow her. He did – and together they set forth to explore the waking city, and find someplace with food cheap enough to get them through the day.

(Sorry, this turned out longer than I intended.)


A disgruntled look hardened the features on Evie's face as she sat in the middle of a sagging bed, shadowed by the dimness in her room. Those bastards at the headquarters hadn't even given her a decent room to stay in this time. They had rented her a musty basement belonging to a 65 year old women who probably had more cats than this town had people. Even better than that, her cover job was to be a bartender at the divey-est bar she had ever set foot in. This was the worst case she had ever been given, and it would probably be her longest.
Evie cast away her irritation for now, and looked down at some Polaroid pictures that had been sent to her. There was about 20 of various important people and places, but the two she was trying to memorize now, were of a young looking male and what she could only assume was his sister.
They were meaningless to her, just two perfect strangers who looked worse for wear; below her on society's oh-so-important social class. The CIA wasn't giving her much information on them either, 'watch them, try to get to know them. Everything else will be on a need to know basis.' Those were the instructions that they had given her.
"Need to know my ass." Evie grumbled to herself and scooped up all the pictures, setting them into her lock box and then sliding that under the bed. Need to know usually meant, 'we don't know a f'cking thing about this, so you get to do all the work while we sit in our luxurious offices and reap all the rewards.
Bitter. That was a good word for Evangeline right now.
She brought her cold hands up to her eyes and rubbed them, glaring when she took her hands away and found a grey cat watching her with it's bright yellow orbs.
"Psst!" She hissed as aggressively as she could and stomped her feet to get the thing out. The feline blinked its eyes lazily at her, and then casually turned and walked out; like it was trying to make sure that she knew he was leaving on his own accord, and not because of her.
Evie shook her head and swiped her purse from the table, shutting the basement door tightly behind her as she left. She was planning on at least finding the two from the picture, so she could get an idea of where they hung out. If she could make contact, well, that would just be a bonus.

A short while later, Ty found himself sitting on an upturned cardboard box in a dingy alleyway that stank of vomit and urine. He had counted five rats already - and even a bedraggled old cat - but Lizzie, ditting beside him, had only taken notice of the hotdog in her hand, which she was wolfing down as if her life depended on it.
Ty cast a distasteful glance at his own, nose wrinkling in disgust, then took a polite bite, and chewed with as much dignity as he could muster. Ty was picky about what he ate, which was not a good quality in 'the street life'.

When Lizzie finished her hot dog, she sat back with a sigh, leaning against a wall so dirty that Ty felt unclean just from looking at it.
"The Smiths are away." Lizzie said after a while of silence.
When Ty refused to take that hint, she added, "Toby just got a new Ipod, and the dad - whatever the hell his name is - was saying something about wanting to buy that new plasma flatscreen last time I was there."
Tyson continued to ignore Lizzie, and slowly nibbled his way through his hotdog, while her impatience grew and grew.
"Start pulling your weight, Tyson!" She snapped at last, throwing him a deadly glare, and standing up abruptly, "I bring in money every f**king night! The least you could do is steal some sh*t every now and then! I know you can."
He ignored her just like before, and took another unconcerned bite of his hotdog - which earned him a loud slap across the face. The force of the blow caused his head to snap to the side, and by the time he'd turned it slowly back, it was just to see Lizzie storming off down the alleyway, and vanishing round the corner.
He didn't care. She'd be back... She always came back. The siblings needed each other - and though neither liked it, they both knew it.
Still... Lizzie could shout 'til she was blue in the face, but Ty refused to resort to stealing unless he obsolutely had to.
It was not a case of morals, oh no, he simply had more class than that - and he refused to stoop so low as to sacrifice his pride for comfortable living.
Lizzie might have been for sale - body and soul - but he for one was not.
Still... Retaining one's pride while living a bum's life was easier said than done.

Evie made it to the top of the basement stairs, and, though she tried to be as silent as possible, she had made enough noise on the way up to wake the dead. How old was this damn house anyway? You couldn't blink without it creaking in protest.
In the second that it took her to check out an ungodly sized spiderweb in the crevice of the wall to the left, the old lady that she rented from appeared from nowhere and stood inches from her face, practically sending Evie flying back down the stairs.
"Jesus! Nancy, you scared me." Evangeline gasped, her hand flying up to where her heart was pounding away. She wasn't sure why she was so startled by it; she could only pin it down to the fact that this shabby town was making her jumpy.
A look passed over the old woman's features for a moment, possibly because of Evie's use of the word 'Jesus'. "Are you going out?" She asked, and before Evie could even nod, stretched her hand out. "Would you be a dear and stop and get some cat food on your way back?"
"Yeah, sure." Evie took the bills from the old woman and frowned, finding the request a bit odd. Her frown went unnoticed, though, as Nancy turned and retreated back to wherever it was she spent most of her days.
Odd request or not, at least it would give her more of an excuse to go out and explore the city. Evangeline walked the rest of the way to the front door and then paused, looking down at her purse. This part of town was awful as far as crime went; and she wasn't exactly looking to get robbed. With a sigh, she shook her head and grabbed her keys, some money, and a few various other things; cramming them into her jean pockets, and then tossing the purse on the end table.
She had to kick back a few cats before she could get out the door, but as soon as she was outside, she wanted to turn right back in. This place was worse than she thought. It wasn't till late the night before that she had come in, and she had thought that it was bad then. Now, she could see her new neighborhood completely lit and in all its glory. It was horrifying.
"Fantastic." She muttered and set off at a slow walk down the street. Just walking on the sidewalk grossed her out a little, and she had to assume that the bottoms of her shoes were going to come out of this completely black and sticky with filth.

Lizzie stormed on in a huff, her high-heeled shoes clicking crisply against the pavement as she dodged mindless pedestrians on the sidewalk. Or rather, she expected them to dodge her - she wasn't going to move aside. Not unless they paid her for it, of course...
She uttered an amused chuckle under her breath at this thought, and hurried along in the busy morning hustle, shielding her eyes from the rising sun with a hand raised to a salute.

Ty, meanwhile, spent a while longer in that filthy alley - content just to sit on his own, and listen to disease-ridden rats squealing as they fought over scraps of stinking rubbish.
They were so like humans. It was pathetic, really.
He sighed to himself, then stood and left the alley, turning in the opposite direction to where he'd seen Lizzie turn. She'd find him later - she always did...
He rubbed his sore cheek, then tossed up his hood and traipsed on inconspicuously down the street - shoulders hunched over, and hands deep in his pockets.
He saw, out of the corner of his eye, a plump ginger cat biting through the neck of a rat nearly half its size - and he paused a moment to watch. The cat was probably one of Nancy's, he thought. The old lady had invited him in for coffee on occasion, but that had stopped a while ago. He guessed she'd noticed the odd expensive watch or diamond necklace going missing around her house...
Still, it had been nice while it lasted.
He considered the cat a moment longer, then shrugged and walked on.