Full Name
Irene Echevaria
Nicknames
Irie (Eye*Re [as in Reed])
Occupation
Before death: High school student.
After death: Online writer/Advice blogger
Dead or Alive?
Dead
Birthday (and Deathday if applicable)
Born March 27, 1978
Died December 11, 1995
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Residence
Condo 2, 3rd floor
But usually wanders around with a laptop
Age
17
Height
5'6
Weight
130 pounds.
"Sometimes I don't want to hear at all. Become blind to the world and ignorant of life.
Irene Echevaria
Nicknames
Irie (Eye*Re [as in Reed])
Occupation
Before death: High school student.
After death: Online writer/Advice blogger
Dead or Alive?
Dead
Birthday (and Deathday if applicable)
Born March 27, 1978
Died December 11, 1995
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Residence
Condo 2, 3rd floor
But usually wanders around with a laptop
Age
17
Height
5'6
Weight
130 pounds.
"Sometimes I don't want to hear at all. Become blind to the world and ignorant of life.
Personality
Irene was that one girl in the back of the classroom, arms closed, sarcastic and almost resentful. She was bitter and isolated herself. She felt as if nobody could become her friend for the simple reason that she knew herself better than anyone else could-- or so she thought. In her spare time, she would find herself reading and absorbing herself into the world of literature. Then at other times, she found herself singing. People pictured her as screamo and hard rock, but Irene was secretly a love song singer and preferred jazz. It was only until she died when her personality changed a bit. She became very intensive to listening to other people's problems, and found she liked when people depended on her. It soon became something she strives for, since she had all the time in the world...but a part of her still contains the spite in her. (Kind of bipolar)
Likes||Dislikes
+Red Roses
+Personality
+Singing
+Jazz
+Solitude (but yearns company)
+Helping people out
-People taking her things
-Alcohol
-Being bossed around
-Depression of others
-Disrespect
-Destruction of books
Fears||Weaknesses
X Her old self
X Never actually being in love
X Forgetting the few beautiful things outside.
* Cute things
* Jokes of death
* Love
Skills
She has a very classy-like singing voice. A great listener. When provoked, she tries to mess with people mentally.
She has a very classy-like singing voice. A great listener. When provoked, she tries to mess with people mentally.
"If I can't be happy, I'll just survive on other's happiness..."
History
Her father was a drunk, and her mother usually was out working and did almost nothing about his intoxication, Irene would lock herself in her room and read on quiet days. On more rowdy days, she'd listen to jazz and sing. The calm and swing-like rhythm of jazz calmed her down, and she always thought it was amazing to have such a seductive and deep tone to singing, unlike the songs they played now-a-days.
It was only until highschool that Irene was starting to slowly, then completely break. Reading most of her time, she was an intellectual girl. But with all that reading, comes high expectations of life. Socially, the reason why she was bitter was because the books she grew up to always portrayed near-perfect people. She looked around. She found idiots and human beings with no where to go. This increased her bitterness, and she started to falter on her grades, then altogether, she began to forget all her studies.
Coming home was never a dodge situation anymore. Her family had recently moved to a new condo, but it seemed like with the new place, her Dad started to become more of a violent drunk. Her mother was aging, and dropped one of her jobs and stayed home more often. Interaction between the two was never pretty. Because it was never pretty, every time she walked into her raging "home", their rage began to direct towards her. Suddenly it was "Irene, your grades!" This. "Irene, why do you never talk to me!" That.
Thrown into a frenzy of trying to start caring for grades, she studied last minute, she tried socializing, she tried to change. But in the end, it only brought her to becoming psychotic. Irene, hysteric, but in a calm demeanor, decided to take a bath. She filled the tub with steaming water, added milk and honey, bought her favorite flowers, decorated the top of the water with red rose petals, and set candles around. She found herself constantly on the verge of anxiety attacks, and forever felt a slight shake in her body. Settling into the water, she laid back and observed the knife in her hand. With great fascination she stained the water ruby.
In the afterlife, Irene had tons of time to think things over. She was angered by what she did, but mostly her parents. For ignoring her then bashed her with their feelings/thoughts, then acted all sentimental afterward. Irie watched for days their behaviors, how her parents now were apologizing to each other, crying, stopping his every day drinking, actually spending time with each other. She hated it. But inside her, she melted into a pile of wanting, thinking how unfair it all was. Soon, they left. Irene was residing in the room she died in and suffered. Here she started to take advantage of her afterlife and decided that maybe it WAS time for change, thus becoming an online writer and advice blogger.
Of course she could never get rid of the previous Irene. The one who tried and ended up hysterical. After socializing quite a bit, she found that the other her was triggered a little easy. She could go from her calmer side, to thinking of ways to make them suffer silently. It happened often, and she also found she couldn't repress it.
Another thing she found was that she yearned for the warmth of adoration she grew up without. In certain situations, she'd get angry while listening to other's problems and dish out some nasty advice, which worked, but not in the way she'd like it to. Ironically, it was also her weakness. Fear from never getting to experience it, weak because it was unfamiliar to her. Even so, she tries to keep both her and herself communicating through internet. When she feels it's safe to go out without her rage coming out, she actually tries to socialize, eventually finding company in a certain boy..
It was only until highschool that Irene was starting to slowly, then completely break. Reading most of her time, she was an intellectual girl. But with all that reading, comes high expectations of life. Socially, the reason why she was bitter was because the books she grew up to always portrayed near-perfect people. She looked around. She found idiots and human beings with no where to go. This increased her bitterness, and she started to falter on her grades, then altogether, she began to forget all her studies.
Coming home was never a dodge situation anymore. Her family had recently moved to a new condo, but it seemed like with the new place, her Dad started to become more of a violent drunk. Her mother was aging, and dropped one of her jobs and stayed home more often. Interaction between the two was never pretty. Because it was never pretty, every time she walked into her raging "home", their rage began to direct towards her. Suddenly it was "Irene, your grades!" This. "Irene, why do you never talk to me!" That.
Thrown into a frenzy of trying to start caring for grades, she studied last minute, she tried socializing, she tried to change. But in the end, it only brought her to becoming psychotic. Irene, hysteric, but in a calm demeanor, decided to take a bath. She filled the tub with steaming water, added milk and honey, bought her favorite flowers, decorated the top of the water with red rose petals, and set candles around. She found herself constantly on the verge of anxiety attacks, and forever felt a slight shake in her body. Settling into the water, she laid back and observed the knife in her hand. With great fascination she stained the water ruby.
In the afterlife, Irene had tons of time to think things over. She was angered by what she did, but mostly her parents. For ignoring her then bashed her with their feelings/thoughts, then acted all sentimental afterward. Irie watched for days their behaviors, how her parents now were apologizing to each other, crying, stopping his every day drinking, actually spending time with each other. She hated it. But inside her, she melted into a pile of wanting, thinking how unfair it all was. Soon, they left. Irene was residing in the room she died in and suffered. Here she started to take advantage of her afterlife and decided that maybe it WAS time for change, thus becoming an online writer and advice blogger.
Of course she could never get rid of the previous Irene. The one who tried and ended up hysterical. After socializing quite a bit, she found that the other her was triggered a little easy. She could go from her calmer side, to thinking of ways to make them suffer silently. It happened often, and she also found she couldn't repress it.
Another thing she found was that she yearned for the warmth of adoration she grew up without. In certain situations, she'd get angry while listening to other's problems and dish out some nasty advice, which worked, but not in the way she'd like it to. Ironically, it was also her weakness. Fear from never getting to experience it, weak because it was unfamiliar to her. Even so, she tries to keep both her and herself communicating through internet. When she feels it's safe to go out without her rage coming out, she actually tries to socialize, eventually finding company in a certain boy..
FaceClaim || Elizabeth Gillies
