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[Neeva Tessler]

NEEVA TESSLER




Basic Information;

Character's Full Name: Geneva Beth Tessler
Nicknames: Neeva, Neeves, Tess
Age && Birthday: Seventeen, January 13, 1991
Occupation: Patient, Brother’s Keeper

Appearance;

Neeva could be called beautiful if not for her strange past and bruised body. As a poor girl entirely dependant on the handouts of the Salvation army, the money she makes in her odd jobs, and Soup Kitchens it is unlikely that anyone will ever look at her and think more than ‘pity the poor girl’. But, given a closer look Neeva is diamond in the rough. She does not give much thought to her appearance; most of her mind is focused on remembering her past and changing her future.

The poor girl has long sandy blonde-brown hair which falls to the bottom of her shoulder blades when left down. It falls in soft waves which have been cut to one uniform length with out bangs or layers. Generally the girl ties it back into a loose low pony tail. Most often the tail is tied with ribbon, string, elastic…whatever is handy.

Her face is an elongated heart shape with slightly tan skin and prominent bone structure. The small straight nose with a slightly larger tip overlooks full lips a few shades redder than her skin. Her eyes are large and wide, leading to the slightly surprised look on her face when she has no other emotion showing. The irises are bright green with a rim of darker emerald green around the outside blending in a jagged line with the lighter center.

Fine almost black eyebrows and long curved eye lashes add to the expressive nature of her face. A small beauty mark, nothing more than a slightly raised black freckle, sits about half an inch from the corner of her left eye. She has a small, pale scar below her hairline from an accident as a child which she neither remembers nor cares to.

She is relatively thin and her head barely reached the five one mark, giving her a slight build, distinct fragility, and delicate over all look. Her body, though well past puberty, is flat as a board lacking both bust and hips; a child bearing girl she is not. Her face is small as is the rest of her body; and she is light and easily picked up and moved. She sports a black eye, making the area around her eyes slightly yellowish. Bruises in all stages of healing cover her torso, not that you can see them, and a few marks of hands linger on her arms, but they are nearly invisible.

She wears simple clothing, cheap and often hand-me-down of the wrong size. These clothes are practical and befitting of a girl of her place. Her shoes are old sneakers or flats rescued from the salvation army or thrift shop. She loves bright tones and plaid and enjoys skirts and dresses.

Personality;

She is, overall, a sunny girl. As a child she dealt with some difficult circumstances and had two choices: become cold and bitter or make the best of it. She chose the second option. As an optimist she sees the best in people, believes people are inherently good, loves lost causes, never give up on people, and refuses to burn bridges. She seems to trust easily but it takes a lot to truly get into her heart. She often makes surface relationships and has trouble moving deeper.

She is open-minded and compassionate, never giving up on anyone or anything. She loves to sit in gardens and look at the sun. She enjoys dabbling in politics and pondering religion and the meaning of life. She would do almost anything for the people who are in her trust, and often for those who aren't. She is self-sacrificing and sees her person of little importance or meaning. She loves her brother above all else even after what he has done to her.

She can often be seen meandering about the city, and her four room apartment, laughing quietly at things which do not seem as wonderful to others as they do to her. She can make a garden from a rose petal, and a fairy from a speck of color on the wind. Each spurt of birdsong or tune of an instrument gets a small dance, and a twirl. Much of her life is spent seeing beauty in things which are not beautiful, seeing love in things which are hated, seeing joy in sadness, and seeing healing in pain. Never one to let a bad mood overcome her, she can easily make her own happiness, and her joy is contagious. Sometimes it may seem that she takes nothing seriously, but it is really the other way around. With so many things to take seriously, and so much happening around her which is less than beautiful, she finds joy in simple things. She prefers to stay young and untainted, as the world around her becomes more cynical and corrupt.

A girl behind her time she has strong morals and hates all forms of injustice; those between genders, social classes, religions, and cliques. She loves broken things, believing their charm and beauty is only intensified by their inadequacies. She has strong opinions which she voices under the cover of darkness. She grew up quickly and shows some of the earmarks of it. She hates drugs and alcohol for obvious reasons and speaks vehemently against them.

She has the gift of knowing what to say in awkward situation and in situations where the words used carry more weight than they ought to. She can talk people up or down, depending on the situation. She gives wonderful advice but has trouble taking her own. Generally she is a ray of sun shine in a cloudy day and says naïve things which can get her in trouble. She is not afraid to speak her mind which can also cause her problems.

In Depth

HOBBIES

~Drawing
~Painting
~Sculpting
~Reading
~Writing
~Singing in her shower
~Dancing in the rain
~Taking care of her brother
~Trying to learn things she should be learning in school

LIKES

~Nature
~Storms
~Instrumental music
~Sun beams
~Love
~Freedom
~Trust
~Things which are broken
~Overcoming Adversity
~Faith
~Friendship
~Chocolate
~Strawberries
~Family
~Truth
~Unintentional beauty

DISLIKES

~Drug abuse
~Alcohol
~Pain of others
~Liars
~Betrayal
~Broken Promises
~Stereotypes
~Closed-mindedness
~Bullies
~Catty People
~People Who Are Full of Themselves
~Crowds ie: More than three people at once
~Being forgotten
~Forgetting
~Being Betrayed
~The Dark
~Not Quite Frozen Lakes

BEST MEMORY

The Christmas when she was seven. Her brother, 15, was given a deluxe guide to Shakespeare, to foster his love of writing, and Neeva was given a set of expensive pastels, to foster her love of art. The family enjoyed a nearly story-book Christmas, complete with carolers, a Yule log, and old time love.

WORST MEMORY

The day her parent’s died. She doesn’t exactly remember the murder, per say, but has heard her both her brother’s quick explanation, and the more gruesome story he tells when he’s drunk.

History;

Geneva Tessler was born into an average small town American family. On the thirteenth of January in the midst of a huge snow storm Holly gave birth to her second child. The family of four lived in a relatively large house on a hill amongst other such houses on and about other such hills. While Hopatcong was not suburbia it was not nearly as rural as some of its neighbors. Each house looked different and another house was only s stone’s throw away. Not that an inhabitant couldn’t find woodland if he or she whished. The town had its fair share of woods, and to offer an outsider a view into the provincial attitude of this fifteen thousand population town the addition of a new Quick-Check was quite the hullabaloo around town. The phrase “that sort of thing doesn’t happen in Hopatcong” was often used in relation to the big city troubles of NYC only an hour and a half away.

The quaint town was rocked one Saturday morning, ten years after the birth of Neeva, making the aforementioned sentiment all but cliché; because on a fateful November day the beauty and innocence of a town and of a young girl were shattered. It would be later be called one of the twenty most horrendous small town crimes, but at the time the small town only knew of it as the murder of the Tessler parents. Their little girl never saw the bodies, or the blood, but the young man did.

Ethan had chaperoned his sister and a few of her friends seeing a movie at the local theatre after arguing with his parents over the outing for the longest time; the seventeen year old would have preferred to be out with his friends, on a date, playing lacrosse, anything but taking his baby sister to see Monsters, Inc. After, privately, thoroughly enjoying himself teasing Neeva and her friends the two returned to their house on the hill. When Ethan found the door unlocked he asked his sister to go and wait in his car. The apologetic child, who had heard her mother and brother fight, obeyed.

As the young man entered his strangely empty house he knew something was wrong. He first went to the living room, where he heard the soft purr of the television, the volume adjusted as his mother left it when his father fell asleep on the old couch, surviving since before the pair’s marriage. Finding the couch un-occupied, but signs of a struggle present in the room in the form of an overturned coffee table and pillows askew, Ethan hurried up the stairs to his parents’ bedroom. The scene he met upon opening the door would forever scar him; his only positive thought was that he had not allowed his vulnerable sister into the room.

When the police came they did their best to discover the murderer and to assuage the fears of the boy with blood on his hands and the child who didn’t understand why her brother cried. Although they conducted a thorough investigation the police were never able to arrest or even find the individual who murdered and dismembered the Tessler family. They did, however manage to see to the safety of the remaining members of the broken family; they did not truly manage it well. Ethan, being nearly eighteen had his own choice to make. He chose to go to a shelter for other teens in his situation for the remaining months until he could be classified as an adult. His sister, only a child, did not have that choice.

Neeva was relegated to a foster home where she spent nearly the next year of her life. The family treated her well and she lived out the year in relative happiness. Ethan had explained the situation to her, including a blurb about their parents’ death, and had promised he would take her away when he turned eighteen. What the two did not know was the relative sloth of the court system. The proceedings to make Ethan the girl’s legal guardian took longer than both expected. Finally, a few days after Neeva’s eleventh birthday, she was reunited with her brother.

The Ethan Neeva lived with after the custody proceedings was entirely different from the Ethan she had known all her life. The two shared a small apartment in nearby Princeton, and the newly made young woman attended an inner city school. The court proceedings regarding Neeva’s future had quickly eaten through much of the money the Holly and Jacob had saved for their children’s college educations; Ethan had quickly begun to convert the remaining funds into alcohol. The girl, no longer an innocent child, made due with her simple schooling, keeping herself safe in their new neighborhood by carrying a can of pepper spray on her person at all times from the age of twelve onward.

The young woman had never expected that the danger would come from not the rough streets, but the respective safety of her own home. Ethan’s stages of drunkenness ranged from sadness to anger, from reminiscence and nostalgia to abuse. The girl learned early on to escape whenever she could; but she could never leave her brother if she thought he could hurt himself. After his violent episodes Ethan apologized and sobbed to his younger sister, telling her he loved her and promising never to do it again. Neeva accepted him every time, and every time he did it again.

The young woman, quickly becoming the adult in the household missed quite a bit of school into her middle and high school years because of injuries she did not want questioned coupled with days she could not leave her brother and days she had fetched him from a bar too late to wake up to her alarm. Because of Ethan’s behavior Neeva was accepted into clubs and bars around the city to rescue her brother at the call of friendly bouncers, but having watched her older brother’s decline she stayed away from alcohol and drugs. She had very few friends in her later school years because she was never present for enough time to connect.

While Ethan had turned to drink and pain to ease his sorrows over the death of the parents, Neeva had taken to facing her feelings head on in the form of paintings and sketches. She drew her happy memories as well as realistic sketches of the crime scene she had culled form her stilted memories and her brother’s drunk ravings. She also penned her dreams and her surroundings. Her pictures were generally realistic but some took on a surreal tint with strange colors and placement.

Family Relationships;

Jacob Peter Tessler; 50; Engineer (Deceased)
Holly Katherine Tessler; 48; Teacher (Deceased)
Ethan Cameron Tessler ; 25; Unemployed

Your RP;

The young woman was almost finished.

Her ratty clothing was covered in a smock she had made out of a few equally ratty pieces of clothing she had found left in a variety of rooms in the art wing, her long wavy hair clasped behind her back in a French plait held with a few pieces of the left over string from her fashion project. On one of her first days at Heathington Academy of the Arts, the seventeen year old Year Ten student had had a personal session with the teacher who had gone over her “application” and accepted her based on the virtual portfolio her brother had electronically sent to the school.

St the meeting the teacher informed the girl that she would need the physical pieces of work to be enrolled in any classes. The youth, unsure, had informed the man of her situation and he had agreed to help her. Together the two had contacted the girls brother and had managed to get him, on one of his sober nights, to send the pieces in the mail over the ocean. The packages had arrived that very morning, and the woman had begun her first task.

The watercolors had had to be properly mounted, the oils titled and dated, the pencil, pen, marker, and crayon sketches bound into a book, the few small sculptures appropriately finished, the larger pen and ink, and pencil pieces framed, the charcoals and chalks preserved, the doodles on random scraps of paper mounted. The things she had created at age eleven were as striking as those created only days ago on the plane ride. Some works were accompanied by copies of the photographs they were inspired by, while others had not knowable inspiration.

As the young woman worked she had realized many things. Her brother had kept every single piece of art, no matter how small or simple, and had somehow kept them preserved for the, for some, five or more years of their existence. He had packed them carefully; none were bent or wrinkled. She had drawn things from pictures, adapted sand changed. She had drawn things from stories. She had drawn things she imagined and dreamed. She had drawn her brother’s drunken ramblings. She had drawn her own suppressed memories. Many of the works reminded her of things she had pushed from her mind. Two pieces particularly elicited overwhelming emotional responses.

The first was a simple charcoal drawing of a young man, aged around twelve, dancing with a baby girl, aged near five. The two were dressed in formal attire, the boy in a suit and the girl in a long pouf of a dress. The young girl stood on the toes of the boy’s shoes. Even though the picture was sill, as all pictures are, the sense of movement was astonishing. The two were obviously caught in a spin, the girls’ hair blowing in a still wind, and the boy’s suit open and ruffled by the same still force. The face of the boy could be seen; he wore an expression of joy, protectiveness, and awe. Only the back of the female child’s head was seen; her hair billowed out in curly waves, while the boy’s hair, was cut short and gelled. The picture was dated two years before, and unaccompanied by a photograph or clipping, leading a viewer to believe it was drawn from memory, or from the heart.

The second work was an oil on a cheap canvas. It depicted a grisly scene set in a bedroom. Two forms, clearly once working human bodies, were positioned in a lover’s embrace on a large king sized bed decked in white sheets. The male form was almost entirely obscured in deep red, holes and hollows apparent. The deepest hole was in the center of the chest, and a darker red-maroon-brown object lay in a hand thrown over the man’s chest. The second form, female, was positioned close to the man’s and was less obscured by what could only be blood. Her body was less massacred, but perhaps more disturbing. The eyes were gone, and closed and the pubic region especially bloodied. A matching hole was caved in the chest of the second form, and a matching, but slightly larger object was clutched in her hand. Strangely in the for-front of the scene were the tips of a pair of hands, covered again in red. This picture was drawn in stark reality, with vibrant colors. The date was before the first piece, by two years.

The young woman had almost completed her task, with only a small palm sized sculpture left to categorize. Her eyes were reddened from the tears elicited by many of her works and, though she had tried to control herself, she suspected some of her sobs could be heard in the hallway. She only hoped the hallway had stayed as deserted as it had been when she had arrived in the wing early that morning. Her hair was tousled and her face bereft of any of her average cheer by this point in the day. She had a few smudges of pencil, turpentine, paint, and chalk on her body and face, and her hands were filthy. Her bruises, abrasions, and small fractures had begun to pain the girl after so much time doing repetitive work, and her hands had begun to cramp.

Geneva Tessler was, by any standard, a mess.

;Anything else?

So, Neeva’s gonna come in with abuse injuries, from Ethan dearest, but she also has NHL, and hopefully it’ll come out! That’s the plan!!!

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