[Hider=Evelyn Albright][center][color=d2b570]Evey[/color][/center]
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[color=82a17d][b]Evelyn Claude Albright[/b][/color]
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[color=ece4d5]17 | Female | 5'10" | Confused | Junior[/color]
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[color=ece4d5]Dislikes[/color][/center][sub][sub]♦[/sub] [color=B8C5B3][i]Bugs, insects, arachnids, rodents, anything that might fall under the 'pest' category of creature.[/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub][color=B8C5B3] [i]Winter season. It's the most melancholic and this stifling of passion and creativity. [/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub][color=B8C5B3] [i]Tart sweets, such as lemon cakes or sour candies.[/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub] [color=B8C5B3][i]Mushrooms and onions; if she can see or taste either in her food she will promptly toss the food out.[/i][/color][/sub]
[center][color=ece4d5]Likes[/color][/center][sub][sub]♦[/sub] [color=B8C5B3][i]Hearing ghost or otherwise spooky, frightening stories. She does not believe she can tell them but she enjoys hearing them.[/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub][color=B8C5B3] [i]Decadently decorated cakes and other sweets, with a soft spot for sweet ice cream with sprinkles drizzled prettily over the top.[/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub][color=B8C5B3] [i]Ornithology[/i][/color]
[sub]♦[/sub][color=B8C5B3] [i]Fantasy literature, particularly stories with princesses, knights, dragons, and elves.[/i][/color][/sub]
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[center][color=ece4d5]skills[/color][/center][sub][sub]♦[/sub] [color=B8C5B3][i]Deft fingers create wonderful music which is to say Evey has a skill for playing music, specifically the piano though she has experience with the cello. She has a sharp sense of smell which allows her to know when someone is trying to trick her into eating dreaded onions. Evey can also sight-read music though she prefers not to as it might make people assume she was arrogant or something to that effect.[/i][/color][/sub]
[center][color=ece4d5]gift[/color][/center][sub][sub]♦[/sub] [color=B8C5B3][i]Evey has the uncanny ability to identify a bird by its call even if she hasn't seen the bird in person. What began as a hobby and slight academic interest in birds became days, weeks, months, of listening to recordings of birds or observing them in person and picking up on their unique calls and sounds. She was allowed to listen to birds for as long as she fed her parents the lie that it helped her with her own music. Often Evey can be seen smiling when the season changes and the variety of bird songs flutter into her ears.  [/i][/color][/sub]

[/cell][cell][indent][indent][color=b05e4f][color=75988c]•[/color]p e r s o n a l i t y[/color]
[indent][color=82a17d]If ever there was someone who [i]looked[/i] like the kind of person that Wellington Academy was made for, it's Evey Albright. The raven-haired junior has a stride that's as confident as it is proper and dainty, like someone out of a fairy tale. The aura she gives off is one of a being from a different walk of life which has given Evey a bit of a reputation as an 'untouchable' or specificall someone who is 'unapproachable' or, as it commonly gets diluted down to: an ice princess. She does little to disprove this common assessment though it's debatable if she even knows the rumor surrounding her anyway, but she is distant and doesn't seem to have many friends. People who wish her a good morning or say hello in passing are ignored on a good day. But because she doesn't come off as malicious, it's difficult for people to consider her as rude or bitchy and some think her icy exterior only adds to her appeal. 

Evey is quiet in the sense that she doesn't tend to talk in lessons or between them but she's still sociable in spite of everything. There's hardly a school social event that she isn't at even if she doesn't interact much with others - she still attends them with a gentle smile and eyes that look wistful. It's perhaps because of her status as an 'ice princess' that she doesn't have that friendship or social life that young people flock to. Suitors and admirers and all that in-between are one thing, but it's not what she's looking for. Still, Evey is happy when people show up to support the musical students and she just might have to live with that being the closest she's yet come to having any connection with others.  [/color][/indent]
[color=b05e4f][color=75988c]•[/color]h i s t o r y[/color]
[indent][color=82a17d] Evey didn't come from a family of means despite the formal, fancy sounding name but that fact didn't stop her parents from placing an almost inhumane amount of pressure on their young daughter to make something of the Albright name. Evey is the second child of two. Her older brother was well on his way to being a composer as well as a member of a nationally recognized orchestra but he traded the cello for a bass guitar and eventually traded the bass guitar for heroin and an eventual overdose. Evey was still in single digits when her brother died. At his funeral she remembered only that everyone seemed so sorry, people she didn't recognize coming up to her and her parents to give condolences and that made her laugh. Everyone looked at her like she had done some great offense, but all Evey could do was laugh. 

Evey inherited her brother's cello but her parents started making her attend piano lessons and by the time she was in middle school she was giving recitals and a fast tracked musical education. Come junior high she was set to try her hand at writing her own pieces. Her father, who never quite recovered from the death of his son, was stuck in a construction job tearing up and repaving roads under the hot sun while her mother was the one who constantly pushed her daughter to excel musically, often while her hands were clutched around an always full glass of wine. 

To say that music was a passion of Evey's would be a lie. Music was never and still isn't her passion but it's what she's settled into. When she plays piano at Wellington or in her spare time, the music is certainly technically sound and pleasing, but there's just something missing that keeps her from reaching that level of the greats. Or even the incredibly goods. But it's all she knows and it's what keeps the peace in her house so what can she do except play the piano, make music, and excel?

Attending Wellington has been, to date, the only active act of independence Evey has had. Her parents, her mother, wanted her to attend a fancy conservatory but Evey managed to convince her that Wellington was just as prestigious and rounded. Really she just wanted a place where she could escape the pressures of her expectations and perhaps gain the youthful experiences she so desperately craved but even at Wellington she found herself sinking further into the pit of expectations culminating in her being a fixture in the musical arts department since Freshman year. But if it makes people happy to hear her play then...the show must go on.[/color]
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[color=b05e4f][color=75988c]•[/color]what did you pack?[/color]
[indent][color=82a17d]Various songbooks, a binder of birds indigenous to the region as well as just other birds, a recording device, a metronome with a bird pattern, four hats[/color][/indent]

[indent][right][hider=extras][color=B8C5B3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vm8HeU4iaEI]theme song[/url] 

Weller Stars: 2[/color][/hider][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/hider]