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[Juliette Evans]

Name: Juliette Camilla Evans Age: 45 Gender: Female Sexuality: No Faction: Neutral Occupation: Socialite? Playby: Naruto, kushina uzumaki Traits Positive Maternal Perceptive Protective Warm Kind Intuitive Accepting Confident Family Oriented Mentally Strong Negative Ditzy Snobbish Lazy Greedy Quick Tempered Self-Indulgent Bossy Machiavellian Ruthless (In regards to her family) Superficial Someday \o/ History Born the first daughter, but the fourth child to old southern wealth, Juliette Parker never knew want growing up. Her family had more money than they knew what to do with, even after it had gotten spread out among several generations of huge families. Juliette herself can’t tell you where all the money came from, her family had had it for as long as anyone could remember. They could probably trace their lineage back to some sort of French royalty if they wanted to, and perhaps some of them have, but the family is huge and if anyone was into genealogy, they never told Juliette. Money breeds more money, though, and through the purchasing of the correct stocks and companies, the Parker family had stayed rich for centuries. Being a girl, not much was ever expected of Juliette other than to be pretty and mild mannered. And, well, she was born with half of the equation. She took her looks entirely from her father, from her flowing red hair to her bright golden eyes. Looks weren’t the only thing she took from him, though. The girl was into everything from the moment she could walk. Her mother, aunts, and grandmothers would always scold her. Playing on the ground isn’t lady-like, cross your legs, you can’t wear pants. At first, she fought it. She wanted to be like her older brothers! She wanted to go hunting and play tag in the yard. Florian, who was only two years older than her, didn’t understand either. He would often sneak her out of the house at night, or find ways for her to come along when their father took them to do things. In this way, Florian quickly became her best friend. He was someone who allowed her to be herself, even if she was only four and he was only six. Her brother looked a lot like her mother, with brown hair and tanner features, but he had her father’s eyes just like she did. They were eyes she found comfort in. No other color, even to this day, comforts her so much. It is perhaps why she clings so heavily to her eldest son whom, despite having his father’s looks, sports the dark skin and yellow eyes that belong to the men of her family. Either way, Juliette has never had a better friend in her life. Even as the social expectations of being a female in her family started to weigh her down and change her, Florian remained by her side. He always had her best interests at heart, no matter the situation. To him it didn’t matter what would look good for the family, what mattered was how happy she would be. By the time she was ten, the girl’s personality had bowed the societal expectations that were pressed upon her by the older women – and even the girls her own age. She rarely expressed an interest in what her father and brothers were doing, forcing herself to have an interest instead in “appropriate” things. She was never very good at them. She couldn’t sew, she couldn’t cook, she couldn’t sing or play instruments. Everyone was constantly telling her how lucky she was to have her looks and money, and so she clung to these things. They made it sound as though they were the only things in the world, and she quickly became a vain and snobbish child. Assertive and confident to a fault, though, Juliette quickly sat herself at the head of the other girls around her age and all of her younger sisters. By this time she had three younger sisters. There was Emeline who was only around a year younger than her. The girl didn’t look like her. She had all of her mother’s looks, and while she was pretty, she wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Juliette. The twins were about six years younger than her, and therefore she wasn’t as close with them as she was with Emeline. During this time, she and Florian grew apart slightly as they went down different paths. She became the southern belle, always courteous and polite, well dressed, and well spoken. He became what all of his brothers did, a business man. Ever still, though, Juliette had that fire in her that she’d had since she was born. Never content to sit back and allow people to walk all over her, she quickly learned how to put people in their place through passive aggressive and secretive means. She was twelve when the weddings started. It seemed like her eldest brother got married and then barely any time later her second eldest brother got married as well. This jarred her a bit when she realized that Florian was the next in line to be wed. Not even Marius had stayed in the house after his marriage, so she held no delusions about where Florian would be living when he got married. With him only being fourteen it would be a while, but her mother was already talking about possible matches for him. Scared and desperate, she began to cling to him again. Even if Emeline could understand certain things better, she had never found comfort or companionship in her sister in the same way she had Florian. The two became close again, and Juliette found that at an older age, and already having shown that she knew how to handle herself when people were watching, her mother wasn’t quite as concerned about her pastimes. She spent a lot of time out in the forest with him, learning to shoot a gun and a bow, and she even hunted a bit. She found herself happier when she could express these parts of her personality, even if she had to hide them. It was better than bottling them up all the time. Four years would pass in this manner, with her growing to be very close to Florian. Emeline was jealous and oftentimes the sisters got into screaming matches. Emeline made the mistake of slapping her once, which ended with her sister having a busted nose and her having a lot of scratch marks down her face. They didn’t speak for weeks after, and Juliette made herself sick with worry over whether or not the scratches would scar. Needless to say, though, all of the Parker children seemed to have a certain fire in them. The temper came from their father, and was more or less a family trait, though it seemed to express itself in every child of her generation. However, being sisters and truly loving each other despite everything, she and Emeline would make up within a month and the incident would be forgotten. It was at Florian’s wedding that she would meet the man she would eventually marry. How she knew when she looked at him that she was going to marry him someday, she has no idea. He was nineteen while she was sixteen, but he was perfect. Hair as black as the night, eyes as blue as the sky, and skin as pale as porcelain. His features were high but masculine. He was taller than all of her brothers, and more sturdily built as well. Christopher was his name, and his family lived in Boston. He had met one of her older brothers when they had left for college, and that was how he knew the family. Never one for shyness, Juliette approached him and asked for a dance when the time came. He seemed more than happy to oblige, and she spent the entire night with him. For weeks after that he was all she spoke about to anyone, and they called one another frequently. She was seventeen before she physically saw him again, but even more enamored. It was clear to everyone that she was in love with him, and he with her. Her parents didn’t readily approve, mostly because of the distance and the age gap, but when he asked their permission to take her on a date they agreed as long as she was home by ten. She can remember every detail of the date. What time he picked up her, what she was wearing, what he was wearing, where and what they ate, the park they went to after, and the kiss they shared just before he dropped her back at home – on time, of course. He spent that summer in Georgia, and Juliette only fell harder. His leaving was difficult on both of them, but they managed. He was going to school, after all, and learning to run his family’s business. The summer after she graduated high school, she was getting married. She couldn’t wait to move up to Boston to be with him, and no proper lady would live with their boyfriend out of wedlock, after all. Their engagement had barely lasted a month before the wedding was thrown, and since she was the first girl to get married, no expense was spared. Nearly a thousand people showed up for the event, her dress cost as much as a house. Everything was perfect. She became Juliette Evans with a glowing smile on her face, and her wedding night was spent in bliss. Two weeks later, she would find herself on the steps of the Evans family’s manor. Christopher’s parents had moved out to a smaller house, leaving it for the two of them. At first, things were perfect, but perfection can never last – especially not when you put two extremely headstrong people together. Their fights were as intense and passionate as everything else between them, but they always came back together. Eventually they would learn to give each other the appropriate amount of space, and the fights got less frequent, but the truth of the matter was that they would never stop completely. Their tempers were as ingrained into their personalities as everything else, but at the tender age of nineteen, Juliette would find herself pregnant with her first child. Emeline got married about midway through her pregnancy, and she and Christopher traveled down to Georgia for the wedding. She was the maid of honor, even if her stomach was slightly swollen. No amount of distance or anything else could change how close the sisters were. Her son would be born on a warm day in April in her bedroom, though of course a team of private doctors were present to ensure nothing went wrong. Everything went perfectly, though. The labor was long and hard, but as soon as he was placed in her arms she forgot. The amount of warmth and love she felt for the small bundle in her arms was almost overwhelming. He was perfect. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She had never loved anyone as much, ever. Not her parents, not her siblings, not even her husband. That midnight black hair belonged to his father, but everything else belonged her family. Those bright golden eyes, that tanned skin. Her precious baby. She knew she would do anything for him as long as she drew breath. Nannies would play a very small role in her son’s life. Juliette was more than willing to get up in the middle of the night for him. She wanted to feed him. She wanted to change his diapers. She wanted to be there for him. She wanted to be the person he ran to when he was hurt, she wanted to be his world as much as he was hers. By the time Chris was two, he already had another younger brother. Juliette did her best to juggle the two babies, but eventually she had to accept help. Whether she realized it or not, though, most of her attention went to her first born. She loved both of her sons with all of her heart, but she loved Chris more. She always had, and she always would. Two more babies would join the family, a set of twin girls. Sienna and Scarlet. More nannies would be hired, and by the time Felix was born, they were playing a larger part in her childrens' lives than she really liked. But taking care of five children under the age of six by herself was basically impossible. Even in the sea of siblings, however, Chris would demand her attention. Always getting into trouble at school and picking fights with other children, he was proving to be more of a Parker than an Evans. She found it hard to chastise him even when she knew he needed it, and instead ignored the fact that her son was a bully. He had every right to be one anyway. He was better than all of the other children, after all. He was born into a higher class, and while Christopher Sr. didn’t really agree with her, a couple of screaming matches would ensure that her eldest son never got the sternness that he needed to be kept in hand. Eventually her youngest and last child would be born, a beautiful baby girl whom she named Rose. Like Chris had before her, Rose would get the majority of her mother’s attention. She knew Rose would be her last baby, and she dismissed most of the nannies who tried to care for her, diverting them instead toward one of the other children. As her children aged, they all developed their own personalities. Chris, Sienna, Felix, and Rose seemed to be headstrong, though in differing ways, while Scarlet was more quiet. She enabled them in everything they did, wanting nothing more than for her children to be happy and feel loved. Perhaps she accidentally drove the girls into dresses and more “girly” things without readily realizing it, but she didn’t keep them in hand as harshly as she had been kept as far as being lady-like went. When Felix wanted to grow his hair out long, she lied and eventually threatened the school so he wouldn’t have to cut it. He had her hair, after all. It would be a shame for it to be cut. She taught him how to keep care of it, and told him he could keep it long as long as he did so. Despite her attention being so diverted, she made time for her husband as well, and their relationship remained relatively stable. Her life seemed to start coming apart at the seams when Chris entered high school. Initially, it seemed like a good thing. He was going to be living at home and attending school in Boston. She was elated to have him back in the house, especially since all of his younger siblings save for Rose and Felix were in middle school and therefore no longer in the house. (And Felix would be starting middle school very soon as well.) However, it was around this time that her brother Florian would pass away. Despite the size of her family and all of the babies, Juliette had always made a trip down to Georgia at least once a year to visit. She was devastated to lose him so suddenly. One little car accident, and his life was over. Perhaps it was her grief that kept her from noticing that her son was starting to tear his life apart. By the time she realized something was amiss, it was too late. She didn’t even notice until he got into a screaming fight with his father about his name. It hurt her deeply to watch her son blatantly disrespect and hurt the man she loved. Chris had made a lot of mistakes already in his life, but she had never thought a day would come when she would see him do something that made her feel sick. She tried to talk to him about it, but that only ended with a screaming fight between the two of them as well. Eventually she and everyone else in the family simply agreed to call him Dmitri, and she could basically do nothing other than watch as he spiraled more and more. He came home with piercings and tattoos, his grades slipped. Her husband often suggested cutting off his money, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Any time she tried to speak with him it ended in a fight, and eventually she turned her attention to her younger children, namely Rose, instead. She paid his way out of trouble more times than she could count, always intimidating anyone who thought the money wasn’t enough to cover the damages. She knew about the drugs he did, even before the track marks and other things made them obvious to everyone else. And it hurt. It hurt more than anything to watch him destroy himself. Eventually she simply couldn’t anymore, and she left him to her husband. His money was quickly cut off, and when she turned him away when he came to her and she refused him, he didn’t seem to know what to do. He screamed and lashed out, he broke things, he even cried, but she held her ground. He eventually started spending more time away from home, sometimes they would go for weeks without hearing from him. She worried herself sick, and the years she spent in that state seemed to last a lifetime. The night he called her, the night after everything had happened with that poor store owner, she knew things were different even if her husband couldn’t see it yet. He was scared. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, and he was the one to bring up rehab and getting better. Christopher Sr. told her to what she thought was right, so of course she helped him. She had to. He was her baby even if he was taller than she was and could have easily thrown her over his shoulder and carried her around. Even if he had tattoos all over his body and his eyes were bloodshot and dark. She sent him away to rehab, and after rehab he enlisted. She was both worried and proud. Her husband finally forgave him, and things were right again – they were better. Her family was, more or less, happy. She barely had time to breathe, however, before her husband was diagnosed with cancer. The disease had been running through him for a while, apparently, and he was given a very short time to live. She wanted to die. She can distinctly remember it. She wanted nothing more than to cease existing. It wasn’t fair. Things were finally good, they were finally okay. Why was this happening? It only took looking into the teary and frightful eyes of her children to remind her, though. Her needs didn’t matter. They needed her. Her husband needed her. She had to be strong, she had no other choice. She kept her fits of despair to herself, she comforted everyone as much as she could, and on the day that he died she held and comforted her children more than she cried. Just like he always had, however, her eldest son would pull her attention away from all of her other children. She noticed right away when he started using again, and she wasn’t having it. She wasn’t going through that again, it wasn’t going to happen. Thinking more about his needs than anyone else’s, she packed all of her children up and moved back down to Georgia. She paid little mind to how they felt about it. Their brother was sick, and they were all more than old enough to understand that. Besides, she had no family in Boston other than them with her husband gone. She had no reason to stay. She moved into the very house she had grown up in, and weaned her son off of drugs once again. It was nice to be back home again, and her children all seemed to settle in well enough. She rekindled her relationship with her sister (even though there was a period of about six months where they didn’t speak after Emeline suggested she remarry), and she tried to be there for her kids if they needed her. The sad truth was, though, that they didn’t need her a lot anymore. Chris had finally straightened out, and everyone else was basically grown. Even if several of them chose to remaining living with her after their eighteenth birthdays, she could see the fact that they were grown up. They had all grown into beautiful young men and women, and while it hurt her significantly, she was proud of each and every one of them. When the event happened, well, she was startled to say the least of things. She had settled into a routine and accepted the fact that nothing exciting would be happening until her children married or had children. Felix and Rose both had boys that they brought around all the time, and while she couldn’t quite place what Grayson was to Felix, she figured it would only be a matter of time if her youngest were doing that. Either way, she decided on her wish quickly enough. She wished to look young. She didn’t want to get old, or at least, she didn’t want to look old. Her wish was granted, and her insignia and power were given to her as well. Insignia Level 1 Power Absorption – Level One – Juliette has the ability to ‘steal’ other people’s powers for a limited amount of time. To be able to successfully steal the power, she has to touch the person and maintain eye contact with them. After she has stolen the power, if she doesn’t know what to do with it, it’s basically useless to her. If it’s something like empathy or telepathy, she’ll become easily overwhelmed and basically have to suffer until the power goes back to the person she took it from. She can only steal a power for about ten minutes, and only once every day or two as well. If the person has a strong will and knows what she’s doing, they can block her and stop her from stealing the power at all, just depending on how their wills match up against each other. Any sort of negative effects the power has on the original owner will be applied to her on top of the energy it takes for her to steal the power in the first place. Her insignia takes the form of six birds that seem to flying over her the left side of her waist. Some of the birds are black, some of them are red. Fleur – Passive – Fleur is just a house cat, really. She has long, sleek, white fur and she has deep blue eyes. She can’t speak or do anything extraordinary. She simply follows Juliette around and meows all the time. The only thing exceptional about Fleur is that she’s very beautiful, really. Extra Literally anything extra. If you want to go into more detail about anything above, add trivia/etc to the character, then please do so. Likes/Dislikes- anything that you wish to go into, you can put it here. OOC OOC Name: Ellie How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: Good question lmao.

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