Post by Nevaeh Lincoln on Dec 12, 2015 19:04:07 GMT -8
NEVAEHJESSICALINCOLN
<<Played by Sync>>
Full Name>> Nevaeh Jessica Lincoln
Nicknames>> Kiddo by her adoptive father.
Age>> October 18th, 2000; 15
Staff or Student>> Student
House>> Green Ribbon House
Gender>> Female
Sexuality>> Heterosexual
Face Claim>> Nicole Beharie
Personality>>
-SHY
Avoid all eye-contact, keep your head bowed, say nothing. While this mantra had been drilled into Nevaeh’s head since she was just a little girl, it’s still something she tries to follow as well as she can. Her ‘carers’ would tell her not to look at them, the other children would reinforce that. While she’s gotten better at maintaining eye contact with people she trusts and knows fairly well, she can be nervous around authority figures. It physically hurts her sometimes, but she will try with her peers so they cannot take advantage anymore.
-DEFENSIVE/EXPLOSIVE
She’s very quick to anger, and being fairly sensitive, she’s quick to take offense. While it has only been recently that she has used her fists in retaliation, and that has slowed down again, her words are cutting and almost vicious. All shyness is forgotten when she’s defending her own honour and she becomes ruthless. It also applied to her few friends she had at the foster home, she was and still is very protective of those she loves.
+INTELLIGENT
Nevaeh is very intelligent, school isn’t hard for her. From what contact she has with her real relatives her father was the same. Almost too smart, which drove him to drink. She enjoys to learn, she always has a book she’s reading and will openly question her teachers for more information. The classroom is where she feels comfortable and actually has confidence.
+OPEN
Nevaeh’s not afraid to share her past experiences, however she has to know you pretty well first. She’s told her adoptive parents everything. She likes to be honest, she’s not huge on secrets. Even throughout her rough patch she told them where she was, what she was doing and why. She’s also a little too free-giving in her insights, and as much as she dislikes being offended herself, she’s pretty good at offending others even if she doesn’t quite mean it.
+ATHLETIC
She enjoys sports in every sense of the word. She runs almost every day, enjoys to swim and was part of the cross country running team at her last school. Nevaeh is always up to trying something new, has had a bout of being a cheerleader which she enjoyed if she could remove herself from the politics. Of course, horse riding is now her number one sport.
Likes>>
+Chocolate
+Studying
+Medicine
+Sports
+Animals
+Being alone
+Green (colour)
+Books
Dislikes>>
-Crowds
-‘The system’
-Being teased
-Sudden movements
-Cats
-Thunderstorms
-Movies
Fears>>
-Being returned to the foster home
-Becoming an addict like her parents were
Hopes>>
-To become a Surgeon
-To continue growing as an equestrian
Secrets>>
-She tried to run away with a couple of kids from the group home three weeks after being adopted. She returned only when she realised they had no plan.
-Brought out a gun during a fight that she stole from one of the carers from the home, threatened to shoot two of the girls she was brawling with when the cops came. Threw a gun at one of the girls and they got the blame. Had contemplated using it on herself a few times.
Appearance>> Petite, dark beautiful skin, glossy black hair. Nevaeh is the epitome of exotic beauty. Well, she would be if she smiled more. Her full lips are pretty much always pulled into a scowl, her perfectly sculpted brows furrowed angrily a majority of the time. Her eyes are a rich chocolate brown colour, though they often seem flat and cold. Slim, though with womanly curves that turn heads wherever she goes, she causes envy which she doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t see her beauty. At 5’1 she believes she’s too short, her nose is too big, her hair too difficult to tame. She doesn’t see her appeal, but others do.
Markings>> Scar through her left eyebrow, scarring on her right leg where pins had been inserted to heal after the car accident.
Medical History>> Broken ribs and leg during car accident, scar through her left eyebrow from stitches after a fight, fractured wrist, has had her stomach pumped. She was hospitalised for a brief while at the age of twelve for exhaustion due to insomnia she suffers with. It’s now more under control, though worse when her nightmares are bad.
Criminal History>> Picked up for fighting a few times, arrested for possession of drugs though it was later dismissed as she was just with others who had drugs. She has never used. Underage drinking.
Full History>> Easy would not be a word that would describe Nevaeh’s life thus far. Born in Wyoming, Michigan, to a drug addicted mother and an alcoholic, gambling father, it was never going to be smooth sailing. She found that out very quickly. They did always make sure she was fed and clean, she always had somewhere to sleep, but it was no life for their little family. Ironically, her parents were struck and killed by a drunk driver who mounted the sidewalk when they were walking Nevaeh home from playschool one afternoon. A passerby was able to pull her out the way, but not before the corner of the vehicle struck her side, breaking a couple of ribs and her leg. Her parents passed instantly. It still haunts her to this day. She was just four years of age. Relatives were either unfit to care for her, or were just unwilling, so after healing at the hospital, she was placed into an orphanage. That was where her real hell started.
Foster care was the hardest thing Nevaeh had ever experienced. That first year was fairly uneventful, other than being one of three black children in the care of somewhat racist carers. When she hit six years old, she started to understand that she wasn’t treated the same as the white children at the home. While they weren’t given very much respect either, she and the other two black children, and any others that would come through the system, were fed last, given the worst clothing and last to get clean clothing. They often went weeks without clean bedding, and had to sleep in their clothes as they weren’t provided with pyjamas. There were sly comments, rough handling and harsher punishments. As she and the other children grew, they adopted the same attitude. Nevaeh was made to feel so small, she was often pushed around for no reason. Being so petite didn’t help either. She was an easy target.
Her 13th year of life was a turning point for Nevaeh. After years of being tormented, mentally and physically, she decided to start fighting back. Though she was still small, all the rage that had gradually built up over the years started to show. She would hit back twice as hard, her words would be scathingly cutting. She was intelligent, her retorts were lost on a lot of kids, but she ran circles around them. Two months before her fourteenth birthday, that’s were her future family saw her. They watched as she verbally took down two boys who had cornered her, intervening when one threw a punch at her ribs. Nevaeh was wary of them at first. An older rich white couple. Had her side not been hurting as much as it was, she wouldn’t have accepted their offer to take her to the hospital. Said hospital where she found out the man was head surgeon. They were looking for a child to adopt, they told her. Two months later, three days before her birthday, she was moving into a giant house on the rich side of town. The foster home was to become just a horrible memory.
Going from rags to riches was hard. Nevaeh struggled with it. She wasn’t sure that she deserved her new ‘parents’. They were wonderful throughout the process. They didn’t threaten her with returning her to the foster home when she would be found with the bad crowd. She had been so drunk she had to get her stomach pumped at the hospital when they finally put their foot down. They found her something else to occupy her time. Horses. It was amazing the change in Nevaeh. In two short weeks, she’d calmed down considerably. She no longer lashed out in school, was more interested in spending her time at the barn, and found herself opening up to her adoptive parents. Bill and Kathy Lincoln. She decided to take their last name. They cried that day. Bill called her Kiddo from the start, something she had initially hated but grew to love. They spent a lot of time together, her often visiting the hospital to see him when he worked long days. She has grown fascinated by the world of medicine, and hopes to follow in Bill’s footsteps and become a surgeon. Her weekends were spent with Kathy, a keen horse rider, taking riding lessons. She excelled at the sport, soon expanding her skills in taking up jumping. In one short year, she was starting to compete. She used Kathy’s horse, Singer, a gorgeous Warmblood mare. Though they did well, they didn’t have the connection Nevaeh craved. Kathy saw that.
Fast forward to her fifteenth birthday, Nevaeh and Kathy went to the barn as usual that morning to care for Singer. As they walked into the barn, Nevaeh noticed a beautiful dark bay gelding had moved in beside Singer. Nevaeh regarded him curiously, but did not approach as she knew a few owners at the barn were touchy about others petting their horses. Kathy watched her in amusement, but let her figure it out herself. Nevaeh then noticed the big bow around his neck, and the large gift tag hanging from it. She squealed and hugged Kathy tightly. He was for her. She had her own horse! Her life was a whirlwind from then on, Kathy and Bill decided she needed to attend a school to help further her riding skills. Blue Ridge was chosen after some research, and Nevaeh’s approval. Though nervous, and fairly sure it will take her a while to settle, Nevaeh is eager to start the new chapter in her life. Her now pretty amazing life.
