envy

|| The Basics ||

Name: Envy Nickname(s): Evie. Age: ~ Body: 23; Real age: As old as the bible ; Mind/Soul: Young at heart one guesses; although having lived as long as herself it takes a toll on your mind. Species: Personification of seven deadly sin.

|| Personal ||

Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: n/a Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: To blend in; Languages Known: English/Latin/French Secrets: Walking and living personification of the sin envy;; although unlike her siblings she does not enjoy being a sin. Savvies: sarcasm, lying, inflicting envy on others.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 5’6” Scars/Birthmarks: n/a Abilities/Powers: to inflict the sin of envy onto others. Restrictions: inflicting it onto others enhances her own feelings of envy

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: Pasta. Favorite Drink: double vodka with a hint of lime. Favorite Pizza Topping: bacon. Favorite Color: green, does it need saying? Favorite Music Genre: no fav genre. Favorite Book Genre: fiction, a good old fashion hero and villain story with a twist. Favorite Movie Genre: thriller. Favorite Season: autumn Favorite Swear Word: 'fuck'/'fucking' Favorite Scent: coffee. Favorite Quote:  “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”  ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

|| Fun Stuff ||

"Boss" Theme Music: never the hero. Bottom or Top: top. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: soft. Sings In The Shower: quite often Likes Bad Puns: yes.

Their Opinion On The Mun: 

"she needs to learn to stand up and say no to people;; and stop comparing herself to others, envy of others gets you no where trust me."

He chuckled a bit and kept a straight face as he looked back to her.            “—- Now what was it you needed, darling?”

                 "Gosh -- you really are delicious;                   I have heard rumours;; that you are                   pretty good at how you would say                   -- ridding people of problems?"

the seven deadly sins

for you, darling. Pushing? Who said anything about pushing you? Love, plenty of people know where and how to knock if the door is open. So try again, sweetheart. Its called a door frame.”

             The female turned on her heel, the sound              of her heels clicking on the wooden floor              as she stopped at the door and rapped her              knuckles on the door frame.

"Does that please you?"

                            She who a n g e r s you..                                                        conquers you.

independent personification OC.

4+ years experience

multi-verse and multi-ship

gifs, icons, paras and one liners

nsfw, triggers, spoilers and URLS correctly tagged

mun is of age as well as muse

next time. Also, the door was not open. It was very closed last I checked so try again.”

His mind wandered to his father. John seemed to be preoccupied all day. At one point Dean heard him on the phone talking about money and how he wasn’t going to pay more for something but when he saw Dean standing there John slammed the door to the office he was in. Dean quickly walked away then but, he couldn’t shake the feeling of something wrong. Blinking he finished buttoning his shirt then turned and walked back into the front room. "Okay so your mom was talking your ear off today— What about?" Dean knew Evie’s mother probably wanted her to find someone to settle down with. Her daughter being so ‘independant’ was always something that seemed to bother her more than a little bit. Grabbing his jacket Dean put on his shoes and turned to face Evie. "Okay shall we? I’ve got to eat first but, then I’ve got the perfect place if you want fun." Dean had made a delivery earlier in the day to a speakeasy that he had been dying to go to since he left. 

Her eyes lifted to Dean as re-entered the room, "Same old--" She muttered, she hated mentioning her father around Dean, worried that he would ask too many questions;; it sickened her that she was carrying this secret around about her father from him, she dare not push it. "Marriage, you know I am getting older and no man will want to marry me if I age anymore.. Same rubbish." Exhaling she nodded standing up as he spoke about somewhere; her heart fluttered with nerves a little, she wasn't the kind to usually to the things Dean loved but today, today she couldn't care any more; she wanted to relax and let go.