WILKES, india evan

[alice]

india evan wilkes.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. india evan wilkes.
stage name. maria wilkes.
nicknames. indy, dee.
age & dob. twenty five, born on the sixth of july.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. straight, but mainly non preferential as long as she likes you.
career. film actress.
hometown. geldrop, netherlands.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'10
eyes. brown.
hair. blonde.
build. slender, muscular.
distinguishing features. strong cheekbones, defined eyes. slender.
play-by. lara stone.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. indie music, comfortable shirts, bikinis, strawberries, beaches, nail polish, mint lotion, fiji water, trash literature.
hates. difficult reads, school work, being alone, having her back to any door or window, high rises, blisters, heels.
quirks. her persona for hollywood events is actually completely opposite how she really is. she carries around a bottle of lotion so she can moisturize on the go. smokes... a lot.
aspirations. become mega-watt famous, send her baby sister to a good college, develop a steady fanbase. write a song. star in a music video. the list goes on.
secrets. suffers from bulimia to an extreme degree, smokes to keep her weight down, not because it's something she wanted to try.
personality evaluated. the girl next door. who is it to you? well, to some, it's a blonde, simply attractive female with a nice attitude and a healthy body; to most people, they don't imagine india. and they would be accurate in this assessment. truly, she's socially awkward, always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and painfully shy in a social setting that isn't related to work. on the job, however, she works hard and will achieve whatever she sets her mind to - despite being born in the netherlands she is not dutch, she's german, and the hard-headedness of her stock shows well in her. she will do something and do it her own way, on her own time, by her own standards. she's nice, a bit insecure and generally a normal twenty five year old person with aspirations and dreams to help her family become what she knows they have the potential to be. but.

there is, as always, a twist.

due to her insecurities and generally kind demeanor, india has the tendency to over compensate with sarcastic remarks and distances herself from people so they have no idea, for the most part, that her exterior is simply a sham put in place to keep herself from being hurt. in hollywood, she firmly believes you're acting all the time and when you finally come off the screen, you're still acting - in which case, she's always, always, on a stage and she responds to various stimulants accordingly. as such, she may come off a bit more... vicious then she is. determined, maybe. she's genuinely friendly but in front of the cameras, the shine is on and there's a certain strong-ness that translates well from her, even if she isn't feeling it internally. she's not a bitch, really a misunderstood sweetheart who doesn't know exactly how to behave in the setting she's in.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. leif wilkes, fifty two, bank manager.
mother. aafje wilkes, fifty one, substitute teacher.
siblings. barbara wilkes, sixteen.
pets. none.
other family. none.
history evaluated. Maria Wilkes did not start out as an actress. With her height, natural slenderness and distinctly eccentric features, she was destined from birth to be none other then a model. And, after moving from the Netherlands to America at age four, that is exactly what she became. First a child model, working for department stores like Bloomgdale’s and Burdines, and eventually she grew out of those clothes and progressed from commercial to high fashion. Needless to say, during the time before her later modeling experiences, school was never exactly at the forefront of her thoughts. She understands the fact that she’s not particularly intelligent and openly acknowledges that when it comes to brains, she was skimped out on. While she’s not necessarily stupid, school just wasn’t her thing and she prefers to learn on her own terms, as she prefers to do all things. Teachers always had specific trouble with Maria, always forced her to stay after class and attend detention. When Nirvana came around in the nineties, she was old enough to take a liking and thus it took time to scrub off the layers of dark eyeliner before posing her for a shoot. At age nine, her sister was born. Everything Maria never could be, Barbara made an excellent, prodigious student and until she graduated high school, a year late at nineteen, Maria felt utterly uncontrollable rage every time she realized how, in comparison, she was the useless child.

At that age, she was again discovered by an agent and resubmitted to an agency who would take better care of her carreer as a model. Since her childhood jobs she’d grown, developed, turned into someone considerably more apt for high fashion and this is exactly the direction her new agent took her in. She became Maria, instead of India. She tromped, strong-eyed and zombie-like down the runways of Paris, Milan, and New York. She posed in elegant displays and provocative conceptuals, for the covers of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Love magazine, Purple, and various other publications. She starred in advertising campaigns. Hers was a face well known, despite the fact that they lacked her name, by the general public. And then, in typical model fashion, she found her true calling while performing in a short commercial. Acting. Every model wants to be an actress, right? So, by the time she turned twenty three and her career in modeling was more or less put to a standstill, she took a hiatus and moved from their home in Buffalo, New York, to Los Angeles.

She had no idea what to do there once she arrived, no idea how to get an agent or any roles whatsoever and still, two years later, she’s relatively unknown as far as film goes. Her ability to woo seemed effective only on foreign designers and she gave up hope for a year and a half, six months into her original pursuit, only to later find out that she was too soon into the industry and trying again seemed a better attempt, which she did with success. Her twenty fifth birthday was not far away and eventually she resigned to send her baby sister to the college of her choice, so she could study medicine like she intended, which was her original but put off goal.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. alice.
years of rp experience. about two.
other characters. none.
how did you find us. an ad on my friend's site.
roleplay sample.

He was dragged from his room by a twenty six year old blonde with a cynicism issue and apparently, no personal restraint. Ordinarily the evening would be spent working on his patient's file, organizing them, etcetera but tonight was apparently going to end quite differently. The only question on his mind, a seeming recurrent theme with Pandora, was 'why him'? There were other therapists. Surely, although he enjoyed her similar take on things, she could have found one of them to interrupt and promptly taken them out for a night on the town as she apparently used to do so often. He'd never bothered. Occasionally a beer in the hills of Santorini or maybe a joint... maybe. But hardly ever. He'd never been a partier because in the morning it was always him who had to get up and go to work down at the shipyard. Regardless, he'd accompanied her and they'd both made their way down to a random bar, some investigative personal journey for Pandora and as far as he could tell, they were both going to end up plastered by the end of the personalized bar crawl she'd set up. Not that he necessarily minded. Honestly, he knew how much more civilized she was, simply by the way she looked, the aristocratic tip of her nose and the expression of.. wealth. It was just there. People born into money often had that appearance of well-kept, cleanly, fortunate. He didn't know how else to explain it, but having set his eyes on patients of the wealth bred for the past group of years, he knew exactly the distinction between them and working class, like himself. Not to mention, many of the people he'd been associated with back in Greece were of money and it was just as obvious with them, too. He simply ignored it out of choice, just like he was doing now.

Shrugging out of his leather jacket, the only one he'd bought since he was twenty one years old and trying to be a bad ass with his slicked back hair, too-wide nose and studs, he hung it neatly on the back of the bar stool before making sure she was comfortable, and finally taking a seat himself. With as much dignity as he could muster, he slid onto the seat and rearranged long legs so they were straight, enough. “And I'll go with a captain and coke,” the drink of choice was one he'd been sticking to since he could remember, except for the occasional beer. Brushing a hand through unruly brunette hair, Hector glanced over at her, drinking her long island iced tea like it was the lightest thing she could have possibly ordered. The last time he bothered with those was in college and he deeply, deeply regretted it when he woke up and found out he'd somehow thought it ideal to vomit all over the schools' rosebushes. Needless to say, they weren't thrilled and nearly sent him packing, but the dean was feeling relatively forgiving and ended up just settling with an odd punishment. “You're planning on getting trashed,” he accused, noting the four whites in the drink and how, exactly, they could affect people of her size. “Another and you'll be swinging from the pole on the end of the bar,”

Rum and coke were really only slightly better. If you didn't overdo it, which, admittedly, he was planning on doing, you could get a decent buzz with just one that allowed subsequent conversation and socializing, otherwise limited to parties and chatting, “The rum and coke.. clearly it's the drink of only established alcoholics.” he smirked, taking a sip of it and clearing his throat as it burned it's way down. It had been a while since his last drink. Needless to say, he didn't get off the campus of Oakley very often, even to get a drink by himself and his colleagues were certainly not an option. “Just out of curiosity..” he began, taking another sip and turning the cup on the bar top, “Why did you have to drag me? Really, I'm a horrible drunk. And I can't imagine you'd be any better.” he glanced at her again, finishing off the tiny shot and ordering another. As long as he was going to get intoxicated, he might as well do it thoroughly.

[anna]