For: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/67937/posts/ooc?page=1#post-2110728]Into the Woods[/url]

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[b][u]Name:[/u][/b] 
Eva Schnee
[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 
19
[b][u]Parents:[/u][/b] 
Snow White and Prince Charming (Florian/David/????)
[b][u]Race:[/u][/b]
Human

[b][u]Shadow Animal:[/u][/b] 
An elegant black bird she has lovingly named Vogel. Normally visits during her dreams.
[b][u]Wish:[/u][/b]
Knowledge of the world and people around her, to strip her of her naivety so she may become a smart and brave individual.

[b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] 
The first thing Eva could remember from her childhood was the dusty inn room. An oil lamp, a desk, and an uncomfortable bed where she would lay for days without doing anything, that was her entire memory of being a toddler. She was at least two years of age by then, and sometimes within the endless, dream-filled days, someone would come in to feed her, tell her a story, and then leave for the rest of the day. The person who came was a stout woman with a familiar yet brutal face named Mariette, and obviously Eva assumed this woman to be her mother. Her father was a man who very rarely entered the room, but Eva always remembered his face. He was thin, oh so thin, with a bird-like nose, black hair, and beady eyes. A greedy-looking man, named Vendal. He didn't seem to have the time to visit her like mother would (but, even then, mother only came once a day).

By the time Eva was old enough to walk she was put to work, with her present at the end of day being a story, but normally the stories were far from pleasant. Instead, they told Eva of the world outside of the walls of the inn, a world of fear and death and sadness, and her mother spoke of these things with a thin smile and hard eyes. Eva couldn't tell if they were told for her protection, or her mother's amusement, yet she couldn't help but be glad that her mother cared enough to talk to her. Even if she felt as though she couldn't trust those that are said to be trustworthy, she couldn't just run away...

Eva was basically a maid for the two inn keepers, and was constantly overworked and berated by both her parents and her customers. From the constant pokes and prods she gained a quickly anxious and unhinged mindset, and soon became prone to panic attacks so bad that she would faint from the very thought of meeting someone new. Yet despite this, she was still forced to work around and for people, and even when she begged for her mother to just give her cleaning-related jobs she was met with exasperated victim-blaming and extreme abuse which she just couldn't recognize at the time. From passive, demeaning comments about her looks, to full on beatings, Eva simply thought this was how all families acted.

The inn, despite its messy interior, was rather grand from the outside, and was surrounded by a wall of thick hedges. In the back was a well, a garden, and the smallest little burrow that lead out to the forest beyond the village. Whenever she felt alone, scared, or upset, she would retire to the garden, where she would sit by the well and sing out with her beautiful voice. She discovered at fifteen that when she sang she felt more at home then within the "safety" of the inn, and from her throat friends would swoop down from the sky or slip through the hole to listen to her woeful tunes. These small animals kept her company, and kept her happy even during the worst days.

By the time she was seventeen, she realized that these two people barely acted like parents to her, and when she questioned them she was only met with laughter and kind, yet firm hugs. Her eyes would drift to the families that would gather within the tavern below, though, to see happy smiles and love being shared between children and parents, and her life slowly began to melt to reveal the horror of those she thought she could trust. It suddenly became apparent that she just didn't know who she was, and even if she did belong with these two brutal people, and her innocence and anxiety was soon over shadowed by the pain in her heart that urged for her to journey out and find herself somewhere else. Yet she couldn't leave, not yet, so she feigned ignorance after her epiphany, and went back to her work, waiting, waiting for the perfect time to leave.

And then the black bird came, holding the dark parchment, and, well, how could she refuse?

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b]
The daughter of a beauty, Eva has gained many of her mother's attributes over the years. She is tall and fit, with thicker arms and legs that could be considered muscular, and has a rather elegant face. Her hair is as black as night, and her eyes are a clear green, and often filled with a naive innocence and fierce fire that might be unfamiliar to most. Eva, is prone to angry outbursts and day dreaming, and when she isn't out singing or working she is either pouting at a wall or staring into space. Normally dressed in loose, casual, work gowns, and is rather careless when it comes to how she looks.

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b]
- Prone to anxiety attacks when she overexerts herself in social situations
- Has a very beautiful singing voice.
- Somewhat ditzy