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Spouse ➢ Cameron Parker
Play-by ➢ Amber Heard
➢ Not Sharing Play-by
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AppearanceShe stands at 5'8", and has a slender figure, not that you'd really know it since she's almost always dressed in some sort of baggy sweatshirt or top, paired with jeans or leggings. Her hair is straight, long and has a mind of its own. She never tries to tame it and just tucks it behind her ear, or throws it over to one side when need be. It wouldn't be strange to see her splattered with paint behind her ear, or on her wrist either. She paints when the chaos gets too much sometimes.
HistoryWARNING: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS BELOW
Let's skip over all the childhood nonsense, shall we?
She didn't know when it started (she actually does, but doesn't want to admit it to herself), but she can't remember a time when she felt as if she didn't belong on this earth. There had been some sort of mistake and her very existence was wreaking havoc on the fabric of the universe. The longer she remained here, the longer the people that surrounded her, her family, would suffer. She came up with a variety of solutions, the first being the most innocent of them all.
She'd been in her room at school, staring up at the stars, wishing for Peter Pan to come and save her. She could be his Wendy and look after all the Lost Boys. It wasn't like she a stranger to babies, already taking care of Logan and Reece on the weekends. Skylar too, even if he was older. But her wish wasn't granted, and she was stuck at Portcrest, stuck in the never-ending cycle of classes that she didn't want to attend.
Her childish fantasies grew darker with every passing year. Death felt like it would be a reprieve, the only thing that was going to give her any kind of solace or happiness. It would end the darkness in her mind, the swirling nightmares that plagued her sleep, and the only solution that was real, unlike anything else she'd come up with. But she could never decide how to do it, and that's what kept her alive.
The bigger her family became, the more responsibility Ev had. She made lunches for her brothers in advance on Sundays once they were of school age, going as far as to label them all Monday-Friday. She took charge of the cooking on the weekends too but gave tasks to whoever wanted to help. She kept that household running, even in her absence from home. Her phone was always buzzing with a text from one of her siblings, and she'd brokered peace more times than she could count in a 3-way conversation on instant messenger. The business of all the Heavens kept her busy, very busy, and it was in those times that she was able to smile through the chaos.
But she was alone at night. Always. Her roommate may have been only a few feet away, and one of her sisters could have sneaked their way into her bed, under the covers but Evan sank deep into the depths of her psyche, dreaming of all the ways she'd meet her end.
But it wasn't those nightmares that would become a reality, but another one entirely. She took the test all young girls did at the age of 17, the one that decided at which age she'd be married. She hated the thought of leaving her family, but at the same time, maybe it would be better to not be around them. It'd be an escape, not the one she wanted, but an escape all the same.
At 19 she moved to Boston, a couple hours drive away from her hometown of Ashpoint to be married to Winston Montgomery. From the moment she said 'I do', Evan was never able to make that man happy. She was always doing something wrong, something not to his taste, only further proving that she wasn't meant to be here. She'd never strived in school to be the perfect wife, the dreams of an endless sleep preoccupying her mind often, but she didn't think she'd fail so spectacularly. She couldn't fathom why it hurt so much, to be a horrible wife to Winn. Without her family there to balance everything out with the tasks that needed doing, the corralling, the constant noise, there was nothing to distract her. Not even her painting filled her with enough joy and happy thoughts to last the day.
Her gaze began to linger on the bath, how easy it would be to sink into the water and let everything go. She took too long slicing the carrots, thinking that if she just slipped, the guilt and suffering of her existence would be no more. The rope from the tire swing in the neighbor's yard might do nicely too.
Winston found her in the tub, the tap left on causing the water to spill out into the bedroom and the hall. She'd nearly drifted off to sleep when he shook her violently awake. In a shocking act of kindness, he'd scooped her up, wrapped her in a robe, and made hot chocolate complete with marshmallows.
He died that evening.
Evan is back home, back to the hustle and bustle of the Heavens household, keeping her on track, keeping her from acting on her thoughts. Though since her return more than a year ago, she's racked up more counts of unmarried dress code violations than before her marriage (she'd been in corrections for a total of 6 times previously and it was now nearing 12), and gotten a tattoo using the connections of an old Ashpoint friend. She wasn't trying to get caught, or even 'stick it to the man', but had gotten so used to her usual outfits, she didn't want to change things up just because there wasn't a ring on her finger. Of course, that was the reason she would quietly say to herself, denying the truth of her subconscious. Each time she was caught, she proved that she was trouble, and as the numbers ticked higher, she became in more danger of leaving this world behind.
Her family resided in Tidewater now, and it felt as if they had a tighter hold on the law, their citizens. Besides her new address, she also traded in her bracelet for a microchip, the new requirement for all - not just the women. It itched a little after it was inserted, and in the past few months, Ev still finds herself scratching the area out of habit. She hasn't thought too closely about what the change means, accepting it as a part of life, but has wondered what would happen if she tried to remove it.
Evan knows her next draft is coming up, but unlike her first marriage, she won't be moving to another city or town. He's here in Tidewater too, but he has no idea what kind of damaged bride he's getting.
FAMILYErik Heavens, dad, radio personality
Angel Heavens, mom, deceased
Skylar Heavens, brother, 28
-- Malika Heavens, niece
-- Angelo Heavens, nephew
- Idaline Day, sister-in-law
Logan Heavens, sister, 20
Reece Heavens-West, half-sister, 19
- Compass West, brother-in-law
Madison Heavens, half-brother, 18
Ashleigh Heavens, half-brother, 16
Collins Heavens, half-sister, 15
Oliver Parker, stepson, 3
Birthdate: January 13th
Bad Habits: drawing on herself with a sharpie, being more concerned about other's well-being instead of ever caring about herself, wearing pants when unmarried, rolling through stop signs
Turn-Ons: the right amount of chaos, adventurous, good head of hair
Turn-Offs: a lot - most things (she's not really all about sex, but maybe that's because she was told she was doing it wrong somehow)
hair color preference: No Information
eye color preference: No Information
draft position: Neutral
premarriage y/n: No
skinned exclusively for the draft by saramonster
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