EVANS, cinderella briar

[CINDERELLA BRIAR EVANS.]

CINDERELLA BRIAR EVANS



it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT

FULL NAME:

Cinderella Briar Evans – Her mother was obsessed with the Disney classics, even as a teenager when she fell pregnant with her first child. Then when her child was born she was reasonably high off of gas and air [along with LSD, though her doctors had no idea she was taking it] and called her daughter Cinderella after her favourite Disney princess. Her middle name, Briar, then came from the name Briar Rose that was given to Sleeping Beauty to keep her hidden. Kind of tragic, right?

NICKNAME:

Cindy – Kind of an obvious nickname, taken from her full name and from the fact that Cinderella would always say that Cindy’s beat Barbie’s in all respects when she was a child.

Ella – Another obvious one; Cinderella. This was mainly the name her mother used for her when she was a child growing up and the name that her grandparents referred to her as because, in all honesty, her full name is kind of ridiculous.

Kitty – This nickname came from both Cindy’s love for cats and the fact her mutation has pretty much turned her into a cat-girl. Duh.

Ellie – Her little brother used to call her Ellie when he woke up at night and was all sniffly from having nightmares. A couple of people call her this now but it’s mainly a nickname that her brother uses for her.

AGE:

Fifteen.

YEAR:

Second Year.

ACCOMMODATION:

Ward One – Her mutating body often creates problems for itself when it tries to turn further towards a feline’s body. Her organs haven’t yet gotten the procedure of rearranging themselves or compressing to fit correctly inside of her and often end up not only causing incredible pain for Cindy but also crushing each other to cause ruptures in blood vessels and all number of problems.

BIRTHDATE:

April fourteenth.

GENDER:

Female.

ORIENTATION:

Straight.

STATUS:

Single.

CANON/ORIGINAL:

Original.

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don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE

LIKES:

cats, playing, her hair being stroked, curling up in blankets, sweet things, affection, climbing trees, being outside, attention, soft fabrics, the smell of smoke, being clean, taking naps, soft sounds, children, sunshine on her skin, big socks, bracelets.

DISLIKES:

rain, being woken up, people not paying her attention, being on her own, people pulling her tail D:<, serious conversations, when her body hurts, loud sounds, people making fun of her D’:, most vegetables, high pitches sounds, not having her claws, being cornered

STRENGTHS:

flexible, agile, fast, enhanced senses

WEAKNESSES:

loud sounds, constantly needs love and attention, clingy, has had her claws removed so is effectively defenseless.

FEARS:

one day her mutation will over take her control and she won’t be able to change back to a person, being left on her own and being unloved.

GOALS:

to gain control of her mutation so she can switch between cat and girl more easily, to get out of the facility and be accepted and loved for who she is.

SECRETS:

she’s not a virgin, she feels more comfortable and likable as an almost cat thing than she does as a person.

DISORDER:

Histrionic Personality Disorder & Dependant Personality Disorder

Unlike some people with mutations, Cindy’s disorders as a result of her mutations manifested differently. She was always a clingy person who needed reassurance but with the revelation of her powers she became dependant and problematic on a much stronger scale. The first disorder she was diagnosed with was Dependant Personality Disorder which is exactly what it says on the tin. Cindy is unable to function on her own. She needs someone around her almost constantly to help her get through even the smallest of decisions and to give her approval. It goes beyond just normal attention seeking. Cindy almost falls apart when people aren’t around her – she is incapable of making any real choice on her own. She has completely unrealistic fears about functioning on her own and will go to almost any length to get approval from someone. It takes a lot of tolerance to handle Cindy’s disorders. Her other diagnosed disorder is Histrionic Personality Disorder which links with her dependant personality – this disorder is given to her constant need for attention and her excessive emotions and need for approval. Her two problems really run hand in hand together and combined she’s a confusing mix of attention seeking, needy and unconfident. Other parts of her HPD include her being inappropriately sexually provocative, expressing strong emotions with an impressionistic style, and being easily influenced by others. She also has a tendency to think relationships are actually a lot more intimate than they really are and she has a low tolerance for delayed gratification and frustration. Generally, to anyone who didn’t truly know how deeply her issues run, she would simply seem like an attention seeker.

PERSONALITY:

bouncy, bubbly, playful, cute, loving, attention seeking, easily anxious, sensitive, quickly scared, easily distracted/short attention span, jealous, friendly, sweet, cheeky, wanted to be loved, affectionate, cuddly, insecure, unable to make decisions, lacks ambitious, always needs reassurance, dependant

'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP

PB:

Zoe Kimball.

HEIGHT:

Five foot four.

WEIGHT:

About eight stone.

HAIR:

Cindy’s hair is surprisingly like the fantasy character she was named after – It’s long, blonde and incredibly soft, like cat’s fur. She keeps it styled casually, straight with a side fringe. Through the top of her hair also poke two little cats ears.

EYES:

Similar to the white tiger whose genetics seem to be present in her, Ella has bright blue eyes with feline pupils instead of normal round ones and a slight feral look to them that can switch to cute in an instant.

BODY TYPE:

Slim, feline, subtle muscle tone.

MUTATION:

Cindy is a strange sort of half mutant. Her genetics seem to be half mixed up with those of a feline of some description. The scientists at the facility have determined her genetic make up is half white tiger in fact. This mix up affects a lot of her body. For example it has made her slimmer and more flexible and more agile, along with faster as well. Though it was also given her cats ears then poke out subtly from her hair and a tail that can’t seem to be changed back to more human characteristics, and she also has more feline eyes. Her pupils are more like feline slits. In the beginning she also had claws that would retract back under her skin but when the scientists discovered these they removed them from her body, leaving her weaponless except for her rather sharp teeth that elongate when her transformation takes over her.

Other affects of her mutation include heightened senses and sensitivity to light and sound and have affected her appetite. She also appears to be turning more and more tiger like as she’s given more radiation. They aren’t sure how far they can push Cindy before she’ll get too far to change back. A strange twist in her genes allows her to morph certain traits away when she chooses. Currently she can almost grow a fur coat and her facial structure changes slightly, but only when she’s incredibly distressed or angry. Most of the time she’s fine but when pushed her mutation really starts to show. Her personality has also been affected by her disorders. She, like a cat, constantly wants attention and affection. She purrs too, and meows, and growls, though coming from the little white blonde girl, it just sounds cute. :3

She has a long white and black striped tail extending from her coccyx that doesn’t seem to be retractable though does help a lot with her balance which used to be terrible. On top of her head also sit two ears that are mainly white with small marks of black on them and slight tufts of fur sitting on the tips. Along with her feline eyes Cindy’s face also plays host to whiskers when she gets upset or distressed as this triggers most of her mutations. She also has fur that retracts and her face changes somewhat, her cheekbones and jaw lines becoming more pronounced and tiger like. There has only been one occasion where she almost completely transformed into a white tiger and this was when she was in intense pain caused by the changing of her internal organs and she got incredibly scared. It took a lot of calming down for her to be able to change back as well meaning Cindy hasn’t tried to transform since. As her mutation develops it is still further changing her organs which sometimes hurts her beyond words and pain killers.

STYLE:

Mainly Cindy wears cute clothes – baby doll tops and jeans or skirts and dresses with little cute shoes. She doesn’t really dress over the top, preferring simple clothes. Plus she has to accommodate her tail in everything she wears which is always a bit of a pain. She prefers clothes that she can easily move in.

yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP

MOTHER:

Charlotte Evans – thirty one – unemployed – Cardiff, Wales.

FATHER:

Jacob Marks – thirty six – unknown – unknown.

SIBLINGS:

Aladdin Robin Evans – ten – at primary school – Cardiff, Wales.

OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY:

Granny Jemma – fifty six – a nurse – Cardiff, Wales.

HISTORY:

The history behind Cindy’s current position in life isn’t really all that interesting. Her mother was sixteen when she had her and had been on LSD since she was around about fourteen. Don’t ask why because Cindy doesn’t know, she just knows her mummy did bad things. The little blonde baby was at once a curious little thing, though always kept a firm hold on either her Granny Jemma or her mummy. She got scared easily and wasn’t the easiest to make sleep – she didn’t ever like being left on her own. Aladdin came along soon enough when Cindy was five years old and starting proper school. Cindy absolutely hated it though – everything about school upset her. It was loud and scary and she didn’t have mummy or Granny with her and she was forced to sit at a table and do things that made her head all confused. After several episodes of crying and panic attacks in school Charlotte took her daughter out of school and began home tutoring her with her mother’s help. This was how Cindy’s life kept up until she was eight years old.

Now Cindy had never known her dad, but when her mother and Granny started struggling financially Charlotte went through social services to track down Cindy’s father and see if he could help them financially. The best he could offer was to send a couple of hundred pound a month to them and that would be it. Taking what she could get Charlotte sent Cindy back to school as well so she could go out to work during the day, hoping her daughter was over her clingy ‘phase’. Of course, Cindy wasn’t, but she tried her hardest to make her mummy happy. This continued until she was ten years old and helping her little brother start in school. Cindy and Al were always close, despite the gap between them. This was probably because of Cindy’s habit of latching onto things and holding on until someone shook her off. The next year she went to secondary school though and things started to change a little, as things always do when people go through puberty. While she made friends and had a few little boyfriends, Cindy was always too clingy and wanted to feel far too secure for people to easily handle. At this point her habits were purely strong personality traits, no where near as bad as they would be when the radiation treatment at Bellafields would turn them into full blown disorders.

At fourteen Cindy lost her virginity to a boy who she thought she was in love with. Cindy always liked to think of things more far more intimate than they ever really were. It was only a few months after this that she was found by Bellafields. Her family wouldn’t let her go easily so in the end the institution took her by force, pulling Cindy away from her loved ones and putting her in a completely alien situation which quickly turned into a terrifying one. The radiation hurt; a lot. The first few months left her with no signs of the work but then her body started to change. Her disorders slowly began to form and the claws, eyes and tail connected to her mutation started to form. At the same time her organs started to change and her senses varied between incredibly weak and incredibly strong leaving her constantly confused and quite often disorientated and in pain when sounds were too sharp for her to handle. However as her radiation treatment began to produce more promising and stronger results she found her mutation far more physically impacting than anyone had originally predicted. Cindy was eventually moved to Ward two for her second year, though internal bleeds and continuous organ mutation meant she was quickly changed to Ward one where she should have been in the first place and where she remained.

i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE

OOC NAME:

Chloe.

AGE:

Sixteen.

AREA:

Englanddd.

CODEWORD:

-edit-

RP SAMPLE:

There were a couple of things to be said about being Head Girl. For a start, the curfew no longer applied to the Head Girl and Boy, which came in handy. For the current Head Girl it was especially nice because Diana Bletchley had spent the last couple of years stuck in her common room at night, unable to sleep due to her insomnia but unable to go out due to the threat of detention. Of course the lack of curfew was there so that the Heads could patrol late at night without the worry of punishment, but if the Prefects and Heads didn’t take advantage of their extra privileges then they were either lying or really boring. After sitting in the common room for two nights in a row Diana was sick of being sat still until the early hours of the morning in which she might catch a few hours of sleep. Her condition was a result of her other health problem – Williams Syndrome. When she’d had her operation three years ago Dia had been terrified of sleeping in case she didn’t wake up. Like most people Dia was scared of dying, especially when she was fourteen years old. It had been at this point that her obsession with her health had really taken off and she’d not slept for as long as her body could put it off because in her sleep she wasn’t in control of her body’s state and how it was handling her various problems. After a while she had calmed down enough to try and sleep again but her sleeping pattern had been messed beyond easy repair. Three years on and she was still unable to sleep easily. Diana would be easy to get four hours of sleep a night. This didn’t help her health and she was aware of that, but it didn’t mean anyone else had to know. Being a metamorphamagus was helpful at this point as it let her erase the bags under her eyes that would probably never go away on their own. Diana mainly resembled someone in peak physical health; apart from the fact her body was still small and childlike. She didn’t try to adjust her body with her powers because then she wouldn’t be able to accurately see how much weight she put on or lost. It was very hard for her to put on weight with her condition, another thing she’d resigned herself to. It was a difficult Syndrome to live with - very few people knew exactly how hard it really was.

Diana walked out of Ravenclaw Tower, leaving the patrol schedule sat on the table that had long ago been claimed as hers. She was wearing her own clothes still instead of pyjamas. Often she would fall asleep in her chair in the common room and wake up still wearing the clothes she’d worn the night before. It was rare for her to ever get to put her pyjamas on now a days. Her feet made no sound on the old stone floors as she walked in her usual thoughtful daze. Diana had the kind of mind that constantly needed stimulation or something to think about. She was possibly one of the top students in the year, which would make her near the top of the school now she was a seventh year. Still, it was in her nature to try and blend in which was why she kept her appearance naturally quite plain. Her fingers played with her hair, growing it them without really thinking about it. There was no one else awake in the castle, meaning it was probably later than Dia had originally thought. The old wood of the staircase banisters was smooth beneath her soft skin as she ran her fingertips down them for balance in the dim light. She smiled to herself in the silence. Diana did like conversation but there was something beautiful about quiet and the things it could say. Words only conveyed true emotions clearly when they were on paper, in her opinion. Diana’s first love would always be the written word. The change in the soft sound of her breathing echoing from walls alerted her to her surroundings. Without realising it she’d reached the entrance hall that let her breathing echo more against the walls. Her small form now decided that while they were down in this part of the castle, they may as well get some food. She still had no idea what the time was but she felt secure enough with the silence of the castle to light her wand quietly and walk down to the castle.

As soon as she pushed her way through the portrait to the kitchen a smell assaulted her senses. The smell of... chicken? Diana’s stomach gave a small growl of protest as her eyes adjusted to the light that someone had lit in here. She quickly muttered ”Nox.”, letting her wand light go out. Her appearance had caused some noise naturally, the painting wasn’t the quietest of things to open, and she wasn’t surprised to see the other occupant of the kitchens turn towards her. Her first panicked thought was that a Professor was down here and she’d just been caught but the face looking at her proved otherwise. Diana let her posture relax a little as she walked further into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her. ”You know, I should report you for being out after curfew.” she said, but the smile on her face echoed in her voice. It was only Chase in here, who she’d known since she first started at Hogwarts. Their friendship was only just starting to reform properly however after a hiccup after her operation. Comfortable with his company she walked over to him, resuming playing with her hair. Whatever he was cooking smelt nice but she had a craving for something sweeter. Probably not a good idea when she already had a hard time sleeping, but her body wouldn’t be argued with. ”What’re you cooking?” she asked curiously, leaning over the pot a little and inhaling the steam. She didn’t ever wear makeup and liked the feel of the warm air on her skin. With a smile she leant back and turned to rummage in another cupboard, taking out a double pack of large, probably sticky, chocolate muffins. With a satisfied look on her face she sat on the side in the kitchen, watching Chase with her intelligent eyes and nibbling the muffin happily. She was in a good mood tonight, unlike when her Syndrome made her more irritable than the usual case of PMS. ”How comes you’re up so late? You normally go back to common room earlier than this.” of course she would know this, spending most nights sat in the common room herself. She had noticed his habit of not returning until late but had never really questioned him, her curiosity had never felt the need before when it was occupied with the story line of a muggle book that was usually her companion during the night.

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