Eave - part 1

Fiction Friday: Choose one of the following odd character names and create a character sketch to go along with it. The genre, if any, is up to you. I leave it up to you to decide exactly what the sketch includes, but don’t just give us a physical description and a career, tell us about the character. Some common features of a character sketch: physical description, job, hobbies, education, family, habits, fears, dreams, history and anything else that helps you understand the character better. Make it an interesting character because we’re going to use them in a future [Fiction] Friday.

Marmalade, Zilch, Silence, Gerund, Minty, Wicked, Electron, Ism, Broke, Hex, Yule, Eave, Siren, Parsley, Tart, Deal, Ebb, Surreal, Tepid, Dime

Eave has fairy good looks and her pale skin looks like she was from the North - where everything's white and cold. Her skin is cold to the touch. Her eyes are a shade of gray couple with white specks. Her lips, a pale shade of pink. Often drape in a big white t-shirt over light blue jeans with black boots, Eave was never into fashion. Her boots are her prize possession. It was given to her by her, now deceased mother, for her fifth-teen birthday. Her mother was so kind to her and often dough out advices to her, often comforting her when she fail at certain things. Now seven years later, still Eave still misses her mother. Her father would never speak of her, not in her presence anyway. After he remarried and had another kid, a boy named Joseph, he was content to forget her. Not Eave, she will never forget.

Eave's name was a mistake. The nurse at the hospital had spell it wrong. So Eave ended up with her name instead of Eve. Eave never mind about her name. She thought it was unique and never bother to look it up. It's meaning has no interest for her.

Shy as she was, Eave never gave the impression of her discomfort whenever she had to speak. She always acted as if she's carefree and laughs at everything and anything. If they insulted her, she make no fuss about it. She just smile and pretend nothing was wrong. The only time she felt comfortable was when she was alone with her thoughts. Often she would take walks by herself. Her job as a writer allowed her to be by herself. Her editor only visits her once a month and even then, he would only stay ten to fifteen minutes.

It was habitual for her to be by herself. Her father and stepmother didn't even try to speak to her unless there was something important for her to know. Or they wanted her to be at some party they would throwing or when they needed extra help to serve food. Eave did not might all this. She was never close to her father or the new family he had created. She didn't bother to talk to him and he never bother to try to even to get to know her. After college, Eave went to live by herself in a little house that she had brought with her own money. It was just close enough to her father for her to visit once in a while.

After the loss of her mother, Eave find she could no longer be with other people as she used to. It was the first of many changes in her life that she could not control. Her mother, Jackie, was always the quiet housewife who took care of everything. Eave never saw her mother get angry or even show a slight unhappiness. She was always smiling, not saying much. Eave and her mother often spent time with each other, neither one talking much. It was uncharacteristic of either of them to speak in long sentences. People often thought they would twins. They both have a crooked smile and twinkling gray eyes. Both likes to plant flowers and sit in the backyard garden.

Eave often had dreams of her mother. It was the same dream every night. A never ending cycle. A dark kitchen, a sharp knife in a pair of delicate hands, a shadow over them. A motion of the knife being struck into a stomach. A scream from above and then voices speaking over noises of sirens. Evae usually forgets them when she wakes up in the morning. Even when she remembers, she chose to throw it out of her mind. It was not good for her to keep digging up the past. She needs to move on. And yet, her mother's face was always on her mind.

Eave finds comfort at her own house and her own solitude, rarely leaving except for groceries and such. She was in her own world. No visitors, only neighbors who wanted to borrow things she did not have. She does not cook and often would eat tv dinners and the occasional order of Chinese food. The quietness of her neighborhood allowed her to create her own happiness. Eave never felt lonely except when she was writing. She often wonders what it was like to be married with a bunch of kids or living with someone whom she loves very much. Still she manage to write perpetually. Turning in one book after another, forever unaffected by the outside world.

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