Evelyn Jones Evelyn Camille Jones
Gender: Female
Birthday: 16th July
Age: 23
Blood: Pureblood - Squib
Birth Place: Northampton, England
Nationality: British
Current Residence: London, England
Family: Evelyn was born the last of five children to Abigail Abbot and Jackson Jones. All four of her older siblings attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, but she hasn’t seen any of them in twelve years.
History: Evelyn’s family was loving and caring, and she adored every one of them. A kind, sweet and affectionate girl, she would have done anything for her family and their close group of friends. When she was seven, her parents began to realise that she had not experienced any accidental magic, and although they hoped otherwise it dawned on them that she could be a squib. They took her to an old maid who claimed to be able to tell such things, and when her family were informed that their suspicions were correct, the dynamic changed.
From seven to eleven, Evelyn was treated worse than their house elves. In fact, it was with them that she was forced to sleep. It was made clear by the father whom she had adored that she was only kept around as he held hope that
maybe she would receive a letter on her eleventh birthday. As time wore on, they didn’t even care for that anymore, and her parents and siblings began to abuse her verbally and physically. Every night, she prayed that she would get a letter inviting her to Hogwarts, but by the end of her eleventh birthday, she knew that they hadn’t been answered. And so, without a thing other than the clothes that she wore, she was taken into the muggle world. Kicking and screaming, she was forced into a run down building where she was to live until.. and if.. a family would take her.
It was uncommon for a family to want a grown girl, and Evelyn had been no exception. She spend the rest of her childhood in that orphanage, once again being seen as scum as she pleaded for the first year to be taken back to her parents and that she would force herself to do magic. The other children thought her weird, and the patroness thought her insane.
Attending school in London was hard, but she managed to do reasonably well, but she never forgot her family. Over time, however, the thoughts of her family changed from once of longing to ones of hate and she vowed that she would make sure that they felt just what she did when they hit, kicked, and spat on her.
At fifteen, she left the orphanage and worked at night so that she could afford her own place to live. She learned self defence, and with the help of an older man who she met in the building that she lived, how to cause unimaginable pain. With these skills, Evelyn returned to her family home and made sure that there would be no magical blood to continue it.
What she hadn’t expected, was that she would receive every cent that her family had ever made, as she was now the only remaining member. Of course, nobody knew that it was her who left her own flesh and blood smeared up the walls of the family manor. She used this money to set herself up, and the rest has remained in numerous accounts, where she has vowed to leave it. Now, she spends her focus and time with a group of like minded people, who have an intense hatred for magical people. The Witch Hunters.
Appearance: Evelyn has curly red hair, a slim build and is of average height. She values practicality over appearance when it comes to her wardrobe.
Personality: Evelyn is cold, practical and observant. Her emotions, while existent, are kept locked away where she prefers to ignore them. She has impeccable hearing and eye sight, though no more than humanly possible. She despises magic and everything that it entails. Rather reclusive, Evelyn would prefer not to speak with people about her own life, and instead focuses on her job. She works as a muggle lawyer from her home, though her Witch Hunting comrades are unaware of this.
Evelyn was crouched low, hidden behind the rise of a fire escape, her target right where she wanted him. And her finger had only just brushed the trigger when there was a muffled sound and her target dropped right on her scope. Raising the barrel, Evelyn focused the sight on someone else, someone who was packing their riffle away.
Getting to her feet, she threw her weapon in her duffel and leapt from the building onto the next. Quickly, she had quietly approached the man, but she stepped on a loose stone and she knew that he would know she was there. "Of course you do," she said, walking up until she was standing next to her comrade, her gaze following his, taking in the colours that seemed to have made him pause.
