Evangline has wasit-length dark red hair that is wavy and often messy. Her eyes a a crystal like pale blue and sparkle whenever she seems to be happy. Evangline is rather short for her age, making people always look down when they speak to her. She has a very faint tan, and often wears jeans and a tanktop, except when it is cold. Her build is fit and athletic, also very fast.

Reserved, calm, speaks out when she feels the need, a bookworm, earhtly person, a animal-lover. Evangline likes all animals, the ocean, riding horses or just being around them, writing, reading, sunny days, nature, and especially running. She dislikes stormy weather, people who are cruel to animals, guns, war, and she really doesn't like cheesy or fake things/people.

-Born on September 22.
-Father died in a car crash on his way to the hospital to see her.
-Moved into a apartment with her mom and aunt at age 5.
- Attended school then in 8th grade her mother died due to cancer
-Legally put under her aunts care
-Moved here at age 15.
-Got a job working as a stable hand
-Helped her aunt settle into her house
-Finished highschool.
- Planninh to move out of her aunts house and is searching for a apartment to live in.

Her aunt who lives just a little out of the town.

Evangline sat straight up in her bed, heart pounding in a frenzy of terror. Sweat stuck to her every piece of skin, making the sheets uncomfterable against her legs. Her red hair hung loosly around her face, some covering her pale eyes, she brushed them away with a shaking hand and looked around her small room. Today was the day, the day she moved out of her aunts house, or atleast get a apartment. After prying the sheets from her sticky legs she swung out of her bed and let her feet touch the cool wooden flooring, the cold seeping through her now calming figure. She was a small girl, but strong and healthy looking. The sun fought to get through her dark blue curtains, small rays hitting the floor below. Blinking a few times, Evangline stretched and tried to push the horrible images of her nightmare away from her mind. The smell of breakfast tickled her nose, and so she set off towards the door, stomach grumbling softly.

No.

Just tell us the spiffy codeword.

horsesarecalling