the personality

likes • being warm, clothes without holes in them, hot food, cute boys, chocolate, junk food, having new clothes, her little brother, her father, attending lectures, learning new things, school, paper in her fingers, the smell of cut grass.
dislikes • her mother, her stepfather, having nothing, being cold, when people look past her smile, her job, woolen blankets, tinned meat, soggy food, knots in her hair, her nails, fake kindness, recreational drugs.
strengths • her ability to survive, her charm.
weaknesses • her brother & being cold.
dreams • to be stable enough to have her brother live with her.
fears • dying in a gutter.
overall personality • echo was born to survive. her ability to keep carrying on knows no bounds and all through her life she has done her best to stand tall in the face of adversity. she doesn't know what it is to stay down when knocked down and she'll always fight to stand back up. she's not afraid to stand up for the little guy and has and will continue to step between people being hurt and the people hurting them. when relaxed she's as friendly as can be and she does enjoy finding connections with people but she doesn't like feeling like they're being nice to her because they're expected too. she's wary of the hands that reach out to help her and she'd rather sort things out on her own than ask anyone for help. she loves half of her family deeply and she feels nothing but contempt for the other half.

the history

father • clarke kennedy, disabled vet, deceased.
mother • trixie walker, 42, professional whore hooker.
siblings • eric walker, 5, brother.
important people • wesley walker, 35, step father, deadbeat.
hometown • hickstead, england.
overall history •echo often wished that she'd never been born. she was the product of a paid sexual encounter between her mother and her father, the result of a latex failure and only brought into the world because of her ability for her mother to take money off the state. once born, her mother did the bare minimum to take care of her and even that was a stretch. echo still doesn't know how she survived her childhood because her mother really doesn't like lifting a finger to do anything for anyone else. she often resents the fact she did survive because who'd want to be born into the life she had. her mother's hands weren't gentle, they weren't loving and they certainly weren't kind. they were painful, harsh and used only to incite fear in her child. her voice was the same. trixie had no love for the child that lived in her run down home on the outskirts of town, just the money that landed in her account every month. echo learned from a young age to stay quiet, to not be heard and to hide when her mother brought her work home with her. those drunken and rough hands would have loved to have gotten their hands on her after they were finished with her mother but she always made sure she wasn't reachable.

it took ten years for her to find out who her father was. one drunken night of liquor and drugs so badly cut the only way to stomach them was to stick a needle in your arm, and she finally worked up the courage to ask her mother. there was a name she managed to decipher from the nonsense her mother was talking and she spent the next few months doing what she could to look up the name. using the library computers, asking parents at the school when they came to pick up their children in fancy cars she could only dream she'd ride in one day. it was bitter sweet when she finally found the man who had fathered her. she'd stood outside his apartment on the morning of her eleventh birthday, the paper she's written his address down on crumpled in her hands as she knocked on the door. what she had found had both broken her heart and brought her comfort. her father, wheelchair bound, drunk as a skunk and in no place to take care of a child had greeted her on the other side. while lacking in a lot of areas there was one area he had up on her mother, he cared about her.

the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd known who she was. he didn't need the proof most would ask for because this little girl on his doorstep was the best thing to happen to him in a long time. heartbroken she couldn't live with him, echo accepted the next best thing. that he'd be there for her. finally she had a place she could escape too when her mother got violent, when she brought those men into the house and a safe place to lay her head occasionally. he wasn't the perfect father but he was hers. she turned a blind eue to the alcohol he drank, the gambling his money went towards and the lack of hygiene that bred in the house he lived in because there was affection, there was kindness and there was love. however like all good things, it couldn't last. she arrived at his house one afternoon, knocking on the door as she had done so many times before but there was no answer. she tried desperately to get him to open the door but no one came. a neighbour eventually heard her cries and came down, smashing the window into the living room to get her to shut up. she'd climbed through the broken window, cutting her hands and knees on the shards of glass but she didn't care. she needed to see her dad.

she found him. but he was no longer there. he'd passed away at some point while she'd been away, sitting there with the tv on just staring at it, with a bottle in his hand. she'd screamed again, screamed blue murder until someone called the police and they arrived on scene. the flashing lights had broken through her grief because if there was one thing she felt stronger it was her fear of police. her mother had driven it so deep into her to be afraid of them because they'd take her away and where she'd end up was far worse than where she was. so she'd run, she'd unlocked the door and pushed past everyone before hands could grab her and she'd made her way to the only place she could call home now and had walked through the door to the sound of her mother upstairs, earning her miserable living.

there was one good thing that happened in her life soon after though, as if her father had gotten to heaven and sent something good down to her in the form of a baby brother. she didn't know how many times her mother had been pregnant in the past, how many children she could have had and she didn't want to know the answer. all she knew was that now she had a brother and he was something to live for. she could make sure he never suffered as he did. although maybe trixie knew that she was getting past it, that her body wasn't holding out as well as it had done in the past and she needed a new meal ticket. so she married, she married the dead beat drug addict who had fathered her son and soon they were living unhappily ever after. she hated her step father, hated him with a passion because she couldn't stand the looks he gave her. it creeped her out to no end though in some twist of luck he never tried anything on her, probably realizing that she'd soon as kill him than let him touch her.

she focused on two things for the rest of her time in the house. keeping up with her school work and her baby brother. her grades weren't perfect but they were enough. she couldn't take great care of her brother but she did what she could. she stole what he needed and if she got caught she was able to charm her way out of trouble. she might have hated her mother but she'd learned a thing or two from watching her as she'd grown up. although this new half stability wouldn't last. the day she turned eighteen the money from the state stopped. her step father had dragged her from her bed the morning of the birthday that should have been a celebration and he'd thrown her from the house by her hair, slamming the door shut behind her. no matter how she begged and pleaded to see her brother, to beg them to let her take him with him they refused and soon she walked away from the house, her heard breaking for the boy she could hear sobbing on the inside.

she knew that it would have been easier to curl up and let herself just fade away into the gutters of the town, to vanish and to leave the town no better than she'd found it but there was something inside her that didn't let her. her brother's smiling face. he was her reason to keep going. he needed someone to be there for him when the world spat on him. so she'd picked herself up and decided to carry on. she was already a university student, by some miracle passing everything she'd needed to pass to get in and bluffing enough on forms to show she had the means to pay for it. she's been calling the campus her home though not officially. she's been sleeping in different places every night, staying one step ahead of the people who might figure out she's there and kick her out. she uses the bathrooms to keep clean, the laundry to wash her clothes by sneaking them into unattended loads and she sneaks and steals what she can from the kitchens to eat enough to survive. she sneaks what she can back to her brother too, slipping there in the dead of night when her mother and stepfather are too plastered to notice and she leaves food on the windowsill and promises him in the dark that one day she'll get him out of there and that's a promise she doesn't plan to break, no matter how she has to follow it through.

the role player

alias • me.
age • numbers.
other characters • i'd break the site if i listed them.