EVANS, Monica Elizabeth

[Monica Evans]

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Monica Elizabeth Evans

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" Once upon a time...
...and they lived happily ever after"[/center]

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MYCBOXNAMEIS :
Danna
HOWDIDYOUFINDUS?:
My lovely buddies showed me ^_^
IALSOPLAY:
Danna Deville && Christian Davek && Lexi Deville

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MYNAMEIS :
Anabel Caitlin Green aka Monica Elizabeth Evans
CALLME :
Mona Lisa

IAM :
four hundred and fifty years old.
BORNON :
May 1, 1560

GENDER:
female
ILIKE :
boys
SPECIES :
vegetarian vampire
POWER :
None

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MYTWIN :
Blake Lively

PHYSICALDESCRIPTION :
Monica is very tall for a woman, standing at five feet and ten inches. She weighs one hundred and forty pounds and keeps a very slender, slightly curvy look about her. Like all vampires, her skin is creamy pale and glitters dazzlingly in the sunlight. Her hair is long and hits her middle back and is the color of a beautiful golden blond and hands in lovely, silken ringlets. Her eyes are wide and soulful and a beautiful topaz color.

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ILOVE : 5+ likes

• Blood
  
• Fashion
  
• Shopping
  
• Dancing
  
• Traveling
  
• France
  
• Expensive cars
  
• Riding on the back of motorcycles
  
• Photography
  
• James
  
• Children
  
• Fairy-tales
  
• Love
  

IHATE : 5+ dislikes

• Shapeshifters
  
• Children of the Moon
  
• Volturi
  
• Whores
  
• Idiots
  
• Phillip
  
• Hilary
  
• Andrea
  
• Liars
  
• Secrets
  
• Football
  
• Baseball
  
• Most sports
  

GOODSTUFF : 3+ strengths

• Compassionate
  
• Charming
  
• Beautiful
  
• Optimism
  
• Honest
  
• Care-free
  
• Loving
  

BADSTUFF : 3+ weaknesses

• Dependency
  
• Delusional
  
• Naive
  
• Falls in love too easily
  
• Amnesia
  

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BORNIN :
London, England
LIVINGIN :
Port Angeles, Washington

FAMILY :
Brychan Green[/b] -- father
Rebbecca Green[/b] -- mother
Vivian Green[/b] -- sister
Henrietta Green[/b] -- sister
Matthew Green[/b] -- brother
James Thompson -- husband
Phillip Roberts -- ex husband
Hilary David -- ex wife
Joshua Thompson -- son
Naomi Evans -- daughter
Derek Thompson -- son

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FULLHISTORY:
In the mid 1500's, the Green family welcomed their youngest child, Anabel Caitlin Green to the family. Vivian and Douglas adored their little Anabel, though her siblings did not. The younger children, Andrew and Allison, hated just how much attention the adorable Anabel got. Amanda Green was bitter that she was the one to mainly take care of Anabel, considering just how busy Douglas was and just how sick Vivian always seemed to be.

Anabel grew up a happy young child, always eager to be running around outside or hanging out at the Emerson house, their neighbors. It was that family that belonged to Anabel's best friend ever, Melanie! Anabel adored her friend oh so much! The two grew up closer than sisters. This, of course, pleased the stressed out Amanda, giving her only Andrew and Allison to deal with while Anabel spent a great deal of her time at the Emerson household.

At fifteen, Anabel married a young man named James Thompson. She had wanted Melanie to be at the wedding, but no one had heard from Melanie in days and only a few hours after her wedding, Anabel found a letter from Melanie, explaining that she had run off with her lover boy...A man that Anabel--as trusting and naive as she was--could not approve of. Anabel was depressed, hoping desperately to see her best friend once more. Luckily James was there to distract her from her misery, and only a year later, at the age of sixteen, Anabel became a mother to her son, her only child, Nathan Thompson. Anabel hated being pregnant, but she adored her baby son...Up until he started spitting up on her and making messes. Anabel had always been the baby of the family...not the caretaker.

For the following year, Anabel did what she could to make a good wife and mother, though her heart wasn't quite in it. She felt like she wanted more, but didn't know quite what more was! At the age of seventeen, she got her answer. The young mother was returning home from the shop when a man jumped out at her, tackling her to the ground. Her head slammed into the road and she was knocked out instantly, aware of some strong pain in her slumber. The woman woke up five days later, in a small cottage in Finland with a man who introduced himself as Phillip Roberts--her fiance. Luckily for Phillip, Anabel had no memories whatsoever. Phillip explained to her that her name was Monica Evans and that she was to be his bride...And that they were both vampires...It seemed such an odd thing to believe, but Anabel (now Monica) trusted him. Only a few days later, the two were married.

Monica felt horrible for forgetting, but Phillip was patient with her. The two moved around Finland a bit and Monica was horrified that she was killing people, but Phillip assured her it was natural for a vampire. Monica got used to it and Phillip tried to teach the beauty a bit of self control, so she didn't get the Volturi on them. Monica eagerly agreed, not wanting to get herself and her apparent love into any sort of trouble! So for two decades the two moved around Finland and Norway, working on some control for the newborn.

Unfortunately, in their new home in France, Phillip was said to have raped a young girl named Valarie. The girl's family (or rather coven) moved in and killed Phillip on Valarie's behalf. Monica was horrified. She'd loved that monster!? Monica immediately fell into a mess of tears upon the floor and instantly one of the members of Valarie's coven, a woman named Hilary, moved in to comfort Monica. Hilary was soothing and charming and Monica was immediately attached to the woman. Seeing how helpless Monica was and just how innocent, Hilary (as second in command of the coven) convinced the leader, Andrea, to allow Monica in. Reluctantly Andrea agreed and Monica gladly went along with the strangers. It was much better than being alone, after all, and Monica felt terrible for what Phillip had done. The coven was following a trend that a few vampires were taking up in France: vegetarianism, and Monica eagerly agreed to learn.

For a good few months, Hilary and Monica grew closer and closer, Hilary finally admitting she had feelings for Monica. Monica, at first, found it strange that a woman wanted her, but Hilary was so wonderful and seductive, it was hard to resist all that Hilary promised. Monica agreed to be with Hilary, though she refused to have sex until (if ever) the two were married. Hilary wasn't overly pleased, but agreed nonetheless. For just over a decade Hilary and Monica grew closer and closer and finally, Hilary proposed to Monica and the woman happily agreed. Only a few months later the two held a lavish affair only celebrated by the coven, as lesbian marriages were unheard of, in those days. Hilary took Monica to bed and Monica was thrilled by the prospect of romance and she adored the way that Hilary cherished and adored her.

Monica stayed with Hilary in the coven, traveling all over the world. Monica learned the ways of being a vegetarian and was pleased in her comfortable new life. She heard rumors all through the coven that Hilary was cheating on her with Andrea, but Monica didn't believe them. Hilary loved her, and nothing was going to change that. Hilary was always there for her, teaching her languages and art and even providing Monica with lots of money to do shopping and go out into society to have fun and enjoy her immortal life. And Monica did just that, discovering a passion for fashion and art and sex...No she never had it with anyone but Hilary, but she did find it to be an artistic, beautiful thing and often enough found herself flirting with and teasing men, a habit Hilary thoroughly encouraged Monica to do for fun.

In the early 1900s, the coven moved to America where they lived for five decades. Monica got more and more into being a social butterfly, pleased to have the love and support of her Monica. Midway through the 1900s, the coven moved to Canada for a good bit and finally settled in France in the 1990's. Monica loved nothing more than she loved France! Life was good, amazing, and perfect up until a few months ago. Monica walked in on Hilary and Andrea having sex in her bed one night when she was supposed to be at a premier opening of a new museum. Monica was shocked and hurt and left the coven and Hilary. Hilary begged for her to take her back, and as tempting as it was, Monica refused.

While on her own, singing in French night clubs, Monica ran into a woman named Melanie Emerson. According to Melanie, her name was Anabel and the two were old friends. Monica almost didn't believe her until she started having strange flashbacks of the woman named Melanie and the girl had called her Anabel. Monica agreed to talk to the woman and ended up moving to America nearby where the woman lived. Monica had no where to go after leaving Hilary and following an apparent old friend seemed like the best idea. There in Washington she also met her first husband, James Thompson -- another blast from the past who inspired memories in her.

For years Monica grew close to the two again. Monica wanted James to want her as who she was, as it was weird to consider herself married to a man she didn't know. Now, though, everything feels right with James and she knows he is her husband and that she loves and adores him. Monica suffered a bit with the false death of her friend Melanie, though Monica is pleased to have her back, and is even more happy to be close to Melanie's husband Christian. To her horror, she nearly slept with Christian. While the strong attraction is still there, she refuses to act upon it in fear of destroying her friendship and her marriage.

Recently Monica has needed to get away from Washington to escape with her best friend Melanie. This was only after realizing Philip was actually alive and looking for her. She gave birth to a baby boy named Derek and has recently found both of her long lost, thought dead children, Joshua and Naomi. They're all one big happy family again, her and her James and her three kids and she could not be happier.

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RPSAMPLE:
It was somewhat saddening to watch that excitement die out of the stranger’s lovely face, replaced by confusion. Monica bit her lip, shifting awkwardly as she glanced away from the woman momentarily. Perhaps this Anabel was this woman’s friend? Monica was feeling far more strange than she should have. Something in her heart reached out to the woman…Sympathy? Maybe. Some nervous, fluttering thing inside of her felt so eager to make the woman feel better…To assure her that things were fine. Perhaps help her to look for this Anabel? It was definitely no normal reaction of Monica. The woman did what she could to help people, but never to the extent she was considering. Something inside of her felt so eager to do whatever she could to make this perfect stranger feel better. It was awkward, to say the least, to feel such a strong connection to someone she didn’t even know.

"Monica...?" the woman repeated and Monica forced a friendly smile to her lips, nodding. Yes...Her name was Monica Elizabeth Evans...So why did she feel suddenly so uncertain of herself, so strangely curious and confused. "No..You have to be Anabel...You just have to be." the woman went on and Monica frowned, pursing her lips as she slowly shook her head. Anabel...Damn it! Why did that name sound so damn familiar? Golden eyebrows furrowed together more as she sighed in exasperation. The familiarity of the name was probably just some person she'd met once...Maybe in America? Or their little expedition through Germany? Then there was how oddly familiar this stranger looked...This stranger who seemed to recognize her with so much more certainty than Monica possessed...Maybe Monica had seen her once...Maybe Monica resembled this Anabel?

“No…I’m sorry,” mumbled Monica, feeling suddenly depressed and just as disappointed as this woman must have been feeling. “I’m…I’m really not. I’m sorry. I…Well…I really hope you can find your friend, M-…” Monica shook her head more as she went to step around the woman. Now Monica was about to call her by some name that probably wasn’t even it anyway! Well she supposed if this person could mistake her for Anabel, then Monica could mistakenly call her Melanie…A name that was suddenly in her head, for reasons she really could not quite comprehend. Melanie…Damn it! These names and her face were just…Speaking to Monica in such a confusing manner, and Monica really did not like being so confused.

"Yes, that's right. My name's Melanie Emerson...and you have to be her...that's the only possible way you could have known my name..." the woman agreed as she turned to face Monica. Following suit, Monica turned completely around to face...Melanie. Score one for her. At least she had called her by her real name, though it was beyond her how she'd known such a thing. Monica's body seemed to slump down a bit as she swallowed hard, considering Melanie's words. Melanie...Melanie Emerson...Golden eyes flickered up to Melanie's ruby ones in surprise as she heard Melanie speak again...Though Melanie's mouth was shut..."Anabel! Come on, Anabel!" Flashes...Pictures flashed before Monica's eyes. This Melanie's face...Laughing...Running around some...some house in some old fashioned sort of dress. And Monica was following her...They were running...Back into Melanie's room! But...Monica shook her head, the fuzzy images vanishing as she did so, the now vivid picture of Melanie Emerson standing before her in more modern attire.

“Oh…My God,” Monica whispered, laughing to herself as she shuffled the back of her soft, golden curls. She knew the woman was wrong! And yet…And yet something inside of her believed the woman…Or wanted to, anyway. Monica wasn’t quite sure which it was yet. She was well known for being quite naïve…Willing to believe anything that sounded tempting. And why wouldn’t this sound tempting? An old friend from her human childhood…Here in the club she worked at in Paris! Oh that was just too unreal…Too big of a coincidence. How could it be…That two girls who had been best friends in London would both end up vampires…and somehow, some way reunite in Paris hundreds of years later? It would be pure insanity to believe! No matter what those images in her head said! Besides, her name wasn’t Anabel…Was it?

Monica shook her head vigorously. “No…No, no…No…Melanie, no. He told me…He told me…my name was…is…Monica…Monica Evans…” Monica said, voice almost pleading. She had woken up hundreds of years ago, a vampire! She had been in Finland with Philip Roberts. He had told her what she was…and that her name was Monica Elizabeth Evans, and she was his fiancé! She had grown up in Finland! No matter how much she tried, nothing in Finland seemed to spark any memories for her. It hadn’t mattered, though. Philip had loved her and taken care of her. Only days after waking they were married and Philip took care of her. Why would he lie? In all honesty, Monica had never questioned Philip’s story until now. She had woken with amnesia and had eagerly eaten up every story Philip fed to her. It had made sense, after all…With that look of adoration Philip had held in his bright red eyes…Never until now had Monica ever once questioned Philip Roberts’s words.

The name Monica had never sparked anything. The names of supposed parents and hometowns and the story of their meeting…None of it had ever spoken to her. It had never really made her suspicious…Only a bit saddened by the fact she didn’t know anything about herself. But this woman here…These names…They were saying something to her! She felt so pulled towards Melanie, as proven by the two steps towards the woman Monica took, her eyes searching Melanie’s face. She seemed so…sincere…so thoroughly convinced that Monica was Anabel…Monica opened her mouth, unsure of what to say to Melanie now…It wasn’t that she believed her…Her mind was too wary of that, though in her heart…Well, that was another story. All she knew for certain was that she was completely stunned and that she needed another drink. Her eyes flickered up to see Ramon watching the pair, obviously attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation, though as a human he was probably failing miserably.

“Ramon…” Monica said, causing Ramon to scurry to appear busy. “Um…How about one more drink?” she asked, causing Ramon to nod and hurriedly move to pull together another martini. Monica’s eyes then slowly, uncertainly moved to Melanie. “Uh…How about a drink? On me…” she offered awkwardly. “Uh…” Licking her lips, unsure quite of what she was saying, Monica shook her head once more as she swiftly moved back towards her seat at the bar, turning her head to see if Melanie was following.

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