evie-watson

[evie-watson]

meet Evelyn Watson  // welcome to Banff // character intro

                                        the basics //

full name : Evelyn “Evie” Renae Watson birthdate & zodiac :  July 15 Cancer gender & pronouns :  Cis female, she/her sexuality : pansexual, demi-panromantic occupation : Drummer for Bold Affairs family : Everett Watson (Biological Father - Status, unknown) Mary-Ann Watson (Biological Mother - status, deceased)

                                      deeper dive //

alignment : Neutral evil myers-briggs : ISTP (the virtuoso) hobbies : Pole dancing (for exercise), playing drums, star gazing, rock tumbling and collecting, reading and writing poetry, listening to music, smoking and drinking, used to skateboard, thrifting, yoga, playing darts. favorites :

                food - bread bowls with most soups, buffalo chicken quesadillas, tacos and nachos, French fries, fruits, oatmeal raisin cookies                 drink - Vodka and orange juice, black coffee                 movie - N/A was never allowed to watch TV so never really got into it                 song - Die Dead Enough by Megadeth                 color - Forest Green habits :               Smokes regularly  / Drinks heavily  / Mostly smokes weed. Has tried some of the harder stuff at least once. Really likes cocaine but doesn’t use it often.                 nervous tics include: flinches when there’s a loud noise or someone yells, mumbles, picks at and bites at her nail polish or cuticles until they bleed when nervous, blinking in rapid succession, avoiding eye contact, keeps gaze to the ground, bouncing legs when sitting, flexing and unflexing her fingers, popping her jaw, picking at loose threads on her clothes, shuts down entirely when voices are raised at her, chain smokes when stressed. loves : classical rock, thunderstorms and rain, poetry, her Walkman fears : Getting close to other people, being close to no one, loud noises, being a disappointment (but has accepted that’s all she could be seen as), large crowds, rejection, vulnerability, dogs, fire, driving.

                                       appearance //

height : 5′5″ weight : 119 lbs scars : A few scars here and there. piercings : Her ears. eyes : green hair : she had dyed her hair a platinum blonde before the world fell, so now it’s growing out, her brown hair having grown mostly out. It reaches to just above her shoulders in very messy, choppy layers, the last two inches or so still blonde. Has a little wave to her hair. fashion : here

                                      bio //

(TW: child abuse mention, parental death, emotional abuse, drugs)

There are a great many things Evie would rather do than discuss her childhood or her parents. Like walking over heated, rusted nails, or swimming with great white sharks with a heavily bleeding wound, or touching a hot eye on the stove without putting her hand in water beforehand. All of these would be less painful than drudging through old memories she tries her best to repress to this day.

Where do I begin? I suppose the beginning would be best. Evelyn Renae Watson was born mid-July, her parents Everett and Mary-Ann Watson. Her mother was a waitress at a local diner. And her father was a well respected officer who performed his duties well and was known to be a stickler to the rules. And for the most part, when at home, he was decent enough. Sure, there may have been times where he got a little loud and would yell, especially if he had been drinking.

It wasn’t until Evie was around the age of six did it change. Her and her mother had gone to visit some relatives, and Evie ended up chasing after a ball one of her cousins threw at her, running out into the road, right in the way of a speeding truck, the driver neither slowing down nor paying attention. Mary-Ann rushed out to push Evie out of the way. And while Evie made it out mostly unscathed, save for a few scrapes from being shoved onto the concrete, her mother was fatally wounded. It was quite the story for a few weeks. A mother giving her life to save her child in a heroic display. Most of the family and family friends knew it was just a freak accident and never once blamed Evie for it. One person did: her father, vehemently so.

His drinking had become more frequent, and when he drank, he liked to remind her that if it weren’t for her, her mother would still be there, how it should have been her instead and many other horrible things that should have never been said to a child or to another person. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay verbal for long… As you could imagine, this had quite a negative effect on Evie. In her self-esteem as she got older. In her ability to make genuine connections with her peers. Even her grades began to suffer once she realized that doing well in school wasn’t going to help.

At some point, though she doesn’t exactly remember specifically when, as her childhood is just a blur at this point, she found an old luggage case full of old stuff tucked away in the attic. She was bored, her father wasn’t home, and TV wasn’t allowed in the house. Inside the case, she found a bunch of… Mostly stupid stuff. A bunch of old band tees with the pictures faded or crackled. What stood out the most to her was a Walkman, as well as a couple of mix tapes filled with her favorite classical rock songs, the words ‘Mary’s tunes’ and ‘Mary’s tunes #2’ written in faded ink. These were her mother’s. It still worked after putting some batteries she found, and she never parted with it since.

While it was difficult for her to make friends and get close to people, it wasn’t impossible. She had a few shallow friendships, and only a few she would consider close friends. The most notable was a sophomore she met her freshman year. Trevor Delaney. At first, their relationship was a rocky one: he was a goody-two-shoes who followed the rules, turned his work in on time, made good grades and all the right decisions, whereas Evie… She was the angry, troubled child who never applied herself (unless it was something that she found to be interesting), got in trouble smoking cigarettes in the girls’ bathroom, skipped class and occasionally got into fights. For some reason, they were assigned together as partners to work on a group assignment and had to meet outside of school to complete the project. They often met at his place, because, obviously, her home wasn’t an option. Not only because of obvious reasons, but she simply wasn’t allowed to have company over in the first place. The more they got together, the more they learned about each other. What really pushed her to him was he shared a love for music, just as she did. Music was how she connected with her mother, the parent who did love her.

It was through him she learned how to play drums. Him and a few of his friends were starting a small band, apparently He knew how to play guitar and drums, and after some persistence on her part, he showed her how to play on both of them. The drums resonated with her the most. There was just something about them. It felt good to play, even if, at first, she was terrible at it. She often says that being a drummer was the closest thing to therapy she’d ever go to. She came over as often as he’d let her once their friendship became more defined, and he was gracious enough to let her play on his drums. She mostly taught herself by ear, and once she was good enough, he’d even play his guitar along with her. Trevor started bringing up the idea of her joining his sorta band, an offer she declined a handful of times before finally agreeing.

She and the rest of the band got pretty close as they practiced in one of the parent’s garage, but it was Trevor whom she grew the closest with. He became like a brother to her, her absolute best friend. She’d break into his room by climbing through his window whenever she’d been kicked out of the house. And he was the first person she told about her father. At least the first person to have believed her. He told her she needed to go to the police about this to do something about it. But she had. Once. And, unfortunately, the officers who took her statement were buddies of her father. Nothing was done. They didn’t believe her. She did have a habit for being dishonest and troubled, so why would they believe her over him, right? And when he found out…? She never spoke out about it again…

Up until she was eighteen, that was her norm. Carefully navigating her father’s temper, sneaking over to hang out with the boys, practicing music, Evie secretly working and saving her money whenever she could, Trevor doing his very best to convince her to do better in school and go to college. She had plans on dropping out of school months before graduation, a decision brought forth from a particularly bad interaction with her father that had her running to Trevor, but he convinced her to ride it out. It was just a few months, she could stay with him as much as possible, which she does.

After graduation, and once she was eighteen, she worked up the nerve to finally move out. She just.. Kinda left one day when he was at work. Her and her sorta band-mates put their money together and rented a space for all four of them. Unfortunately, they didn’t have much time to play music together, as all of them but Evie both worked and went to college. It wasn’t until a few years later did they decide to take it seriously again. They started playing for free at places to gather an audience. While they became nowhere near as successful as the groups Evie listened to, they were having fun and gathered a following both locally and online.

//inspo

I listened to this song the most when making her if anyone was wondering.