[h1][i]Evette Rochotti[/i][/h1]
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[b]Age:[/b]
[i]20[/i]

[b]Gender: [/b]
[i]Female[/i]

[b]Position: [/b]
[i] Patient[/i]

[b]Diagnosis: [/b]
[i]Agoraphobia & Acute Insomnia.[/i]

[b]Personality[/b]:
 [i]Evette. Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly. [/i]

[b]Other: [/b]
[i]Has taught herself how to paint, and quite enjoys doing just that.[/i]

[b]Appearance: [/b]
[i]Evette has an Italian background, she could get very tan if she allowed herself to go outside, but because of many years indoors she has became quite a soft peach color. Her eyes are large and a bright hazel color that almost seem golden in the right lighting. She's quite small in height (5ft 1). but gained quite a bit of weight in the years she stayed home and didn't do much. Her hair is long and is shaded in a deep dark brown that is often pulled into a big messy bun on top of her head, but when she is feeling adventurous she likes to let it down. She wears scrubs comfortably, and doesn't mind getting a little paint on them here and there. [/i]

[b]History:[/b]
 [i]"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evette's mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Evette's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eve responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eve, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?" 

"Perhaps."

Eve was 16 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail Eve, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evette, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eve sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evette broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. Evette did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably. 

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evette back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evette would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use. 

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings? 

By 18, Evette had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evette doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words. 

You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was. The next day she was shipped off to the asylum and has been there ever since.[/i]