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Everleigh
Jade Torres


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On October 13, 1993, Everleigh Jade Torres was born to Thomas Landry and Camilla Torres, the third and youngest child. It wasn’t long after her birth when Thomas left the family, leaving Camilla to raise three children on her own. The mom of three was only twenty-seven raising three kids, but even though it seemed like a bad thing, for Camilla she was relieved. Thomas and Camilla had a toxic relationship, one she never should’ve gotten involved in but she was young and in love. After Thomas had left, Camilla followed through with her dreams of opening up her own occult shop something that Thomas had always looked down upon. He never believed, which made Camilla wonder why he even stayed in New Orleans. Before she knew it, her business was thriving and within two years, she was one of the top occult shops in the French Quarter. Everyone had already known her since she was a native, but with her growing success now people from other states knew who she was and from there it was history.

The French Quarter was Everleigh’s playground, like her mom, she had loved the city she was born into. The spirit of the city, the people, the culture, Everleigh wondered why people ever left. By the time she was eight, she was playing in the cemeteries, tagging along with the ghost tours, she knew everyone and everyone knew her. To Everleigh, she had a pretty good life, unaware of the struggles her mom had gone through in the past and just as Camilla had wanted it. For the most part, Everleigh was a good kid, she didn’t get into much trouble, listened to her mom, did good in school, and had a great relationship with her grandparents.

Everleigh had been especially close to her Abuelo and when she was twelve, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer, Everleigh wasn’t entirely sure what prostate was, but she knew cancer, she had heard that word before and she knew it wasn’t good. Stage four prostate cancer, within nine months, her Abuelo was gone. Everleigh had experienced her first loss, the worst loss, she was inconsolable. How was she supposed to continue to live when her Abuelo didn’t get to? At first, Camilla and her Abuelita were understanding of her depression, but when days turned into weeks turned into months, barely leaving the house, failing school, her mother had had enough. Sending Everleigh to therapy, hoping it would help her, even just a little. It hadn’t helped her, she hated Dr. Jean, he was a stuffy old man who couldn’t relate to a thirteen-year-old girl no matter how hard he tried.

Instead of acting like it hadn’t worked, Everleigh told her mom she felt better and didn’t need to see him anymore. Instead, Everleigh found solace in drinking, sneaking behind the bars, and stealing bottles every so often. She had been in them since she was a baby so no one said anything if they ever saw her around. The people in the French Quarter were like her family. They never suspected a thing. Around this time, Everleigh was fifteen, October in New Orleans meant parties, the streets filled with people, everyone drunk and having fun. It was around this time, Everleigh met Carter Russo. She was attracted to him from the minute she saw him, he wasn’t alone, but Everleigh didn’t care. Liquid courage and weed, she waltzed over to him and gave him her sweetest smile. He was mysterious and the brunette didn’t hesitate as she lied about her own age. What harm could it have done?

With a little lie and some help from her best friend, Everleigh spent the whole weekend with Carter in his hotel room, where she did the one thing she’d never done before— she gave herself to him. The lie of her age falling away, not a care in the world because, for some reason, he made her feel something, a feeling she hadn’t felt in so long, she didn’t care what happened. All she knew at that moment was that she had somehow just fallen in love with this complete stranger. And when he left, he took a piece of her with him. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she would ever see him again, but she didn’t care because that weekend, he gave her back a piece of herself that she had lost. Somehow, this complete stranger had put her back together.

After Carter left, Everleigh went back to the real world, as real as it could be for the girl. She decided to try in school, to not fail every class, but the itch was always in the back of her mind and as much as she tried, she failed. She spent most of her nights smoking in the cemetery, next to her Abuelo, who probably wasn’t happy with her. Maybe not so much for visiting him, but for what she did when she did, part of her could feel his presence. For most people, visiting a cemetery was something you did during the day and you didn’t lurk around during the night, but for her, it was her solitude. The girl felt most safe there among the dead rather than the living. It’s what he always told her; “No hay que temer a los muertos, sino a los vivos de los que te preocupas.” Most nights, she would fall asleep by his grave creeping in during the early morning.

To try and act like she was fine and coping, Everleigh picked up a job as a tour guide, it didn’t make much but it gave her something to do. Tour her favorite city and she got paid for it. Telling ghost stories, maybe not very accurate, but she got the crowds involved. Even though she might’ve messed up on the details, she couldn’t help but feel, feel what she interpreted as the spirits around her, solidifying her beliefs in the supernatural, that the humans weren’t the only ones walking amongst them and that spirits and ghosts were truly a thing. That summer had been one of the best summers of her life, her mom and Abuelita had been so proud of her for how well she was doing. Except, her vices never went away, she had just gotten better at hiding them.

In August, Everleigh and her mom began planning for her big sweet sixteen. She missed out on her Quinceañera, so instead, she would celebrate sixteen. A party every girl waits for, your first big monumental birthday. It was going to be perfect and it was. The party went flawlessly. Until the after party which Camilla hadn’t been aware of. Everleigh and her friends took up a little corner booth in one of the bars, their favorite bartender was sneaking them drinks. They were drunk, high, and partying away. Things had gotten a bit too rowdy and someone from the next table, a possible outsider, called the cops on the misfits at the corner booth. Everleigh and her friends, plus the bartender were all escorted down to the New Orleans police station. They got a slap on their wrist but the bartender got fired among other things. They both continued to throw Spanish at her, she was barely catching anything they were saying, she normally could understand but she was more than drunk and everything was spinning. The last thing she remembered was throwing up in the plant outside their house before everything went black.

Once again, after the storm passed, Everleigh did try and clean up her act. And for a while, she did, but school just wasn’t for Everleigh. She tried to drop out but her mother wouldn’t have that, so instead, she did the bare minimum to get by. She wasn’t book smart, but she was street smart and she knew it. Whenever she wasn’t forced to be in school, she was working or smoking, or both. Why be in school when you could be having fun? Wreaking havoc in the French Quarter, she was the only one in her group of friends who was still in school. At times, she knew what she was doing to her Abuelo, he was rolling in his grave at how she was turning out. “I’m sorry,” Everleigh whispered one night while sitting at his grave, a pipe in one hand and a bottle of tequila between her legs.

Fast forward a few months, Everleigh’s seventeen now and when she least expected it, Carter Russo was back. If she was being honest, she didn’t think she’d see him again. Meeting in his hotel as they did two years before, Everleigh was sober and faced with the lie that was hanging in front of her face. Her lie. When she finally got the courage, he had a confession for her also, he lied about his age too. Everleigh had no idea why she was so mad, she could’ve gotten him in more trouble, but then, she realized, he had put himself in jeopardy. She hadn’t known his real age, he had lied. Yet; she had to. She couldn’t process it and what should’ve been something they could’ve laughed about, turned into a huge fight. Everleigh left his hotel room promising she would never see him again. The last few months she had somewhat cleaned up her life but now, now she needed to not feel more than she had in the past. Sneaking into the cemetery, Everleigh had a full bottle and weed, her phone in her hand, she wanted to text him. To yell at him because why would he put himself in that situation. Why? That was the last thought Everleigh had.

When she woke up, she wasn’t in the cemetery or in her bedroom, she was in the hospital. How did she end up here? “Mama, she’s awake!” Her brother Elijah yelled, she heard him in a daze, her eyes still barely open but enough to see the medical equipment around her. “Oh my god, Everleigh,” Her mother came rushing towards her. Everleigh still didn’t know what happened. “What were you thinking?” Her throat was dry, she could barely swallow, her eyes looked around the room, looking at her Abuelita and her brothers. The look on their faces. Everleigh couldn’t find words. “Matt found you in the cemetery by Abuelito, you were unconscious. What were you thinking? Were you trying to kill yourself?” Her mother kept talking at her, but Everleigh couldn’t find the words. That’s not what she was trying to do at all. She was just trying to forget about the night, forget about him, but she didn’t mean to do that. After that, Everleigh cleaned up her act, for real that time. The look on her mother's face was enough to sober her up. She managed to get her grades up and graduate high school. After her graduation, Everleigh knew she didn’t want to go to college, she wanted to see the world, see different cultures, grow, and find herself. The girl knew she was going against her mom’s wishes but she had to do it for her.

On June 4, 2012, at 18 years old, Everleigh left New Orleans and began to travel. It was a crazy experience for her, traveling around the world alone, her first stop was London. From there she went to Greece, Japan, even came back to the states to go to the rocky mountains, see the fall foliage in New England. She managed to do little odd jobs wherever she was so she always had money on her. During her journey, she landed in New York and fell in love, it had been one of the places she had always wanted to visit. It was everything she thought it would be and more. She stayed there the longest, she was there for almost five months before she left the big apple.

During a night out, Everleigh bumped into him, of all people. All she wanted to do was turn and run the other way but she couldn’t get her feet to move. She was frozen to the ground and just like in the movies, he had turned and spotted her, the look on his face as his lips turned up into a smile, Everleigh felt herself melting. She agreed to a drink. Deep down, she knew that there was a possibility she would regret this, but, for the most part, she couldn’t find a reason to say no. Hours later, too many drinks, high off her ass; Everleigh agreed to travel with him. She had to admit, traveling alone had gotten pretty lonely and she did enjoy his company, probably more than she should.

During their time together, they had their highs and their lows. They would either love hard or fight to the death. The drugs and alcohol didn’t help anything, but in Everleigh’s mind, this is what “couples” went through. This was what a relationship was and for a while, Everleigh was fine with it. To continue to travel with him, to see places, to watch their fūcked up love grow and diminish all at the same time. Until she found out she was pregnant. Everleigh had been scared shitless, never envisioned herself as a mother, the thought never even crossed her mind. She should’ve known better, they were never careful, and Carter never mentioned kids, she didn’t even know if he wanted kids.

After she had time to process it herself, she told him; except, his reaction hadn’t been what she planned. He was angry and she was pissed. He stormed out of the hotel room leaving Everleigh alone with her own thoughts. She couldn’t get high. Dealing with this sober was harder than she imagined. A few hours later, he came back, and much to Everleigh’s dismay, he came back with drugs. Heroin. Coaxing her to use, she knew better but she needed to just forget everything for just a moment. Watching as he loaded the needle, Everleigh took it with a shaky hand, inserting it into her vein.

Once they were calm, Everleigh tried to talk to him again, try and make him see they could make it work but it only made him angry. Everleigh was so strung out, that when he hit her she couldn’t even support herself, she fell to the floor. Blacking out from the abuse. Everleigh woke the next morning, the night hazy and vague. Instead of leaving, Everleigh found the heroin and once again wanted to forget again. Ignoring the growing baby in her stomach. A few weeks later, she miscarried. That was her breaking point. This wasn’t the life she wanted for herself. She never envisioned herself as a junkie— which is what she was. Without a word to Carter, she packed up her bags and left without even a goodbye. She bought a train ticket to New York and didn’t look back.

Arriving in New York, Everleigh didn’t know what to do, where to go or how to get her life together. She was just twenty-two with more addictions than she could handle. Finding a studio apartment in the Bronx, Everleigh quickly found a dealer at the club she worked at. Trying to keep herself healthy so no one suspected her lifestyle. It was going well for a short while, until, she was found unconscious by one of her co-workers. She awoke alone in the hospital, a nurse at her bedside taking her vitals. The woman looked at her with pity. “We didn’t think we were going to get you back.” The older woman spoke. “What happened?” Everleigh whispered, feeling shame, knowing exactly what had happened. “Baby, you overdosed…” Everleigh’s fears were verified. “You’re too young to be throwing your life away like that if my child… where’s your parents, child?” If Everleigh hadn’t been so weak, she would’ve bitched at the woman who was calling her ‘baby’ and ‘child’. She refused to answer, looking up at the ceiling trying to keep herself together. “When can I leave?” That was all the brunette had said. “Tomorrow morning.” The nurse left without another word.

It wasn’t anything Everleigh wanted to admit, but she needed help, she couldn’t keep going on like this, or she would do worse than just overdose. She would end up killing herself. A ninety-day program, it was hell, she had never been through anything like that before. Never had she experienced the withdrawals from heroin. If she had known it was this bad she would’ve never started. Countless nights spent shivering on the floor, cold, yet; sweating, vomiting until her throat was raw. It was the lowest point of her life. Mandated group therapy didn’t make any of it better. Surrounded by others just like herself, hearing other people’s sad stories didn’t help. It made her want to use it more. By the end of it, Everleigh felt stable enough, trusting herself to walk out and not pick up heroin again. She didn’t but working at a strip club where you were faced with drugs was hard on her, but she tried her best. Not everyone did them but there was always someone who carried them.

Everleigh watched as the girl snorted up the lines of cocaine, her hands tightened into fists as she looked away, focusing her attention on her black fishnets, trying to ignore the sounds. She managed to stay sober for three weeks. When her new therapist asked how she was coping, Everleigh could only shrug. He wanted to prescribe her Xanax for her anxieties. It made no sense to Everleigh, why give an addict another form of addiction? It came with rules, she was to only take one a day and come in every week for a bottle count. Everleigh wanted to say no but it was better than nothing. She also found her way back to weed, what was the harm? The harm was that when she got high she had no control and before she knew it, she was snorting coke with the redhead who sat beside her. It wasn’t heroin.

Life hadn’t been the easiest but she was still alive, she was making money from stripping and from the men who came into the club specifically asking for her. Private dances, dates, money. She was a sugar baby, an escort, whatever the man needed, or wanted — she didn’t care, as long as she was getting paid. One man, in particular, had caught her attention. He hadn’t looked like the men who frequented the strip club. He was more put together, fancier clothes, business suits, the shiniest black leather shoes she’d ever seen. Don Martin was interested in her but not for the reasons she thought. He was a talent agent for New York Elite Management and he said he saw model potential in her. Everleigh laughed in his face the first time he approached her, he was relentless. For two months straight he was in the club every night she worked and finally, against her better judgment, she took him up on his offer. When she arrived at the office in Manhattan, she was sure she was high, dreaming, because this couldn’t have been true. It was, it was very true. His co-worker, Adelaide Bolton, had told Everleigh how he wouldn’t stop talking about a new model he found, how she would be an overnight success. Everleigh had laughed, covering her mouth to try and put it off as a cough. Her? A model?

On Everleigh’s 23rd birthday, she signed a contract with New York Elite Management, her studio was packed up and she was back on the road with a manager, assistant, and a personal bodyguard. Everleigh said it was all too much, she was a nobody, who would try to harm her and why did she need an assistant? Don insisted, all of his clients would be protected, no matter what their status. In a flash of her eyes, she was someone, and quickly she was gaining success in the modeling world. For the first time in nearly three years, Everleigh had felt true happiness. When she was rooted into the modeling world, she moved back to New York, buying her own place in the Bronx, where she started, it only made sense to come back. She was someone. Someone that everyone wanted to know. She was featured in magazines, scouted for ad campaigns, her face was even on a billboard in California. The New Orleans native was truly living the dream.

Soon after her modeling career took off, she was being offered movie roles. And she still didn’t know how, but she booked a minor role. She honestly, couldn't believe it. It was beyond her wildest dreams. Just when she thought nothing could go wrong, it did, Everleigh was at a fundraiser, with an open bar, she had gotten a little too drunk and a little too flirtatious. One thing led to another and she found herself in a dark room with the flirty man from the bar. The next morning she woke up alone. She grabbed her dress and headed home unaware of what happened the previous night. Forgetting about it entirely, she went on with her life, not realizing what was forming inside of her. The girl felt off but she just figured it was stress, a mild cold, a little weight gain. It wasn’t until Adelaide asked her if she had anything to tell her. Everleigh had been clueless. “Ev, please don’t think I’m being rude but did you really think we wouldn’t notice?” Everleigh still, had no idea what she was going on about, what wouldn’t they know? “Your breasts are bigger, the seamstress had to alter your dress, you’ve been tired— did you really think we wouldn’t be accepting of your pregnancy?” Everleigh’s mouth fell open, pregnant? What was she talking about?

Without a word, Everleigh left the office and an hour later she was in her bathroom staring at a faint pink line on the pregnancy stick. How? That’s when it clicked — that night. How could she be so dumb? Another pregnancy. Her mind went blank. Three years ago that’s what she wanted, what she had thought she wanted. Now? No, that was the furthest thing from her mind. And just like that, Everleigh fell into her old ways, calling her old dealer, the coke felt heavy in her hand and this time she hadn’t cared about the pregnancy. She would stop, she would figure something out, but tonight, she just needed not to feel. The next morning, Everleigh woke up and it seemed, just like that, the morning sickness had kicked in. Throwing away the evidence of her drug use, Everleigh made an appointment, she made up her mind. She didn’t believe in God or whatever but if she was pregnant then maybe there was a reason for it.

Unfortunately, two weeks later, Everleigh miscarried. It had been an atopic pregnancy. The doctor assured her that she had done nothing wrong, atopic pregnancies happen and there wasn’t anything she could’ve done to change it. That didn’t stop the feeling of embarrassment, shame, regret. The only upside was that no one had known, she wouldn’t have to deal with the pity, the sad eyes, and the fake condolences. She could move on with her life and she did, she acted as if she had never been pregnant at all. In the long run, it had done more harm than good, soon finding herself crippled with depression and back on the drugs. It seemed no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t catch a break. Back in therapy, Everleigh refused to talk about the baby she lost, she just needed to be back on her medication. Anything was better than what she was doing, self-medicating with cocaine. Still, from time to time, she still did it, the medication wasn’t enough to stop the nightmares, the dreams of a little brown-haired, hazel-eyed baby boy, or a little toothless sticky-fingered toddler. Eventually, the dreams stopped and Everleigh went back to rehab for “exhaustion”.

Her life continued on and when she least expected it, in January of 2020, Carter Russo, walked back into her life. Like before, she was certain she’d never see him again, how funny life works. She tried to ignore him but the blonde was persistent and somehow, someway, like magnets, they were attracted to one another. On February 20, 2020, they got together officially. It had been different this time. Everleigh was waiting for something to go wrong, a bad fight, a disagreement that would push them apart but they hadn’t fought or even argued. It was as if they were two different people. Two months later on April 24, 2020, the two of them were engaged. Everleigh had wondered if she made their whole past up, how could two people who argued and fought like animals do a complete one-eighty. One thing Everleigh knew without a doubt, she was without a doubt, head over heels in love with him. That was something she had never question, through everything, even when she never wanted to admit it, she had always loved him. July 4, 2020, Everleigh and Carter got married.

In October of 2020, Everleigh decided she wanted to reach out to her birth father, she had questions her mother would never answer, so she went to her brothers. They refused at first but Everleigh wasn’t giving up, she had only been a toddler when he left, so she didn’t remember much. Through a private investigator, Everleigh found Thomas Landry, who was living in New York. The same state as she was and she never even knew it. He was a part of the Irish mafia, it made sense to her in a way. She was realizing why her mom wasn’t torn up about him leaving and though she knew better, Everleigh still sought him out. She texted Ryland to let him know and he begged her not to go, but Everleigh was stubborn and she went anyways. Finding one of his bars, Everleigh sat in a corner booth, trying not to be too suspicious. Watching as he did what she assumed was his “business,” she noted how he had drink after drink, quietly barking orders at the people who worked around him. Why did she want to meet someone who looked to be like such an awful man? He was her father, that’s why. She slipped out of the bar just before closing hoping to catch him outside but what she hadn’t expected was him following quietly behind her. In an instant, his hand was around her throat as he threw her up against the cement wall. Everleigh could feel the breath escaping her, his hand tightening further around her throat, cutting off her oxygen. “Who are you?” He asked, sneering, the smell of bourbon on his breath. Everleigh swung her fists against his arms, trying to break his hold but he was too strong.

“Who do you work for?” She wanted to retch, feeling his hot breath on her face, she could feel herself losing her fight and in one last effort, she managed to pick up her knee and hit him between his legs. She fell to the ground and before she could scramble away, he recovered, using his foot to flip her over, roughly against the wall before kicking into her ribs, then her stomach. “I asked you a question, who the fūck are you?” He spat, Everleigh couldn’t talk, she could barely breathe. He lifted her up, it was clear he was more than just drunk, he was high too, and she so badly wished she hadn’t come. As she tried to catch her breath, his fist made contact with her face, her voice strangled as she cried out. “I’m your daughter!” Everleigh finally got the words out. Something changed in his face, not a softness, or a realization of what he did, no shame in his features. He dropped Everleigh down, the look he gave her, filled with hate. “I don’t have a daughter, you wasted your time coming here. When I left Camilla, I left you too.” That was all he said as he turned and walked away.

After a few moments, Everleigh heard rushed footsteps and balled herself up, to try and protect herself from whatever was coming next to her. Instead, she heard Ryland, heard him yell her name, felt his hands on her badly beaten body. “Oh my god, Everleigh, I told you not to come, fūck.” The brunette barely heard him, she only felt his arms picking her up before she blacked out. Everleigh can only feel pain as she wakes, her eyes barely opening, hospital noises fill her ears. Not again. “Ev?” Ryland’s soft voice is by her ear. Everleigh nods, barely, not able to fully speak. There’s a straw in front of her without even saying anything, she takes a slow sip, letting the water cool her throat. “H-how bad?” Everleigh whispers; “Fractured cheekbone, three broken ribs..possible concussion, the doctors are waiting for you to wake up…” Everleigh knows, somehow, that doesn’t mean anything good. After about twenty minutes a nurse comes in to check on her. Telling her she’ll alert the doctor she’s awake.

“Mrs. Russo, I’m Dr. Cataldo, do you have any family with you?” Everleigh looks to Ryland, but otherwise, she shakes her head no. “It’s fine, tell me.” Her voice was barely audible. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I am truly sorry, you miscarried.” The words don’t even phase her. She’s heard it before, she’s just numb now. It was becoming obvious to her that she would never be able to bear her own child. “It was an atopic pregnancy when your father—“ She cut him off harshly, finding her voice; “He’s not my father.” The doctor nods; “When you were kicked, he kicked your lower stomach, the blunt force caused trauma, and with it being atopic, it ruptured your fallopian tube…” Everleigh can’t focus on his words anymore, atopic pregnancy, she’s heard that before, too. She zones out as he continues to talk. “You’ll need surgery, to remove the left fallopian tube, the right one also had slight damage.” Even though Everleigh told him it wasn’t necessary, Carter was there within hours.

After the days to come, Everleigh finds herself succumbing to depression, the dreams are back, this time they’re worse because before she thought maybe, just maybe, in the future she would have a child— not anymore. She knows how hard she is failing in every aspect of her life. Once again, she relapses, this time there’s more at stake. Her marriage, her career, her life— but she can’t help it, she’s had enough of the bad, she doesn’t want to feel anymore. She’s now faced with an excepted pregnancy, she’s filled with fear, anxiety, confusion. She wants to be happy but she knows life isn’t fair. But she has to believe, to know she’s capable, to pull through all her demons; because a baby, has always been what she had secretly longed for. And now, after three miscarriages, she was finally getting another chance. She had to turn it around, for herself, Carter, their unborn child.

On February 28, 2021, Everleigh's world was rocked upside down, what should've been a normal morning, was far from it, a knock at the door -- something so simple, yet; not simple at all. Two officers. Everleigh knew better, this wasn't a happy check-in. "Mrs. Russo, you're the wife of Carter Russo, correct?" They asked but at that moment, Everleigh's mind went fuzzy, as if she was in a tunnel and their voices were far away. She barely understood what they were saying. His plane had crashed, there weren't any survivors. All Everleigh remembered was falling, she woke up in the hospital room, with more bad news. The stress from Carter's sudden death took a toll on her body and her already stressful pregnancy and Everleigh ultimately miscarried their unborn baby at nine weeks.

Not being able to live in their home, she sold The Bronx apartment, saying goodbye to the borough that had seen the best and the worst of her. That shaped her, made her who she was, the best and worst parts of her. After truly hitting rock bottom, the New Orleans native was fully ready to change her ways, to get clean and sober.

In April, after she got drunk, like usual, she found herself waking up in a different apartment — which again, was not usual. The guy looked around her age, maybe a few years younger. He was obnoxious and drove Everleigh crazy. While she searched for his bathroom, her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself in one of his rooms. There was paperwork on his desk. Pictures of her father. She stormed out, accusing him, thinking he was in on it. That he had abducted her for her. A screaming match ensued, which led to Everleigh finding out, Sebastian, the man whose apartment she woke up in, was in fact, her brother. Over course of the next few months, the two had learned to somewhat tolerate each other and though Everleigh didn’t want to admit it, she actually liked him. He was sweet, sassy, completely her opposite, but the same as her. Everleigh decided to not hate him, he wasn’t their father.

In the present day, Everleigh recently purchased a Brownstone in Manhattan where she resides with her two cats. She still hasn't quite figured out everything and her demons still lurk in the shadows, but she's trying. It's all she knows how to do, one day, one step at a time.

Basic Information

Full Name Everleigh Jade Torres.
Pronunciation Everleigh is from English origin and it means From The Boar Meadow. Jade is from British origin and it means Precious Stone. Torres is from Spanish origin and it means Tower.
Nickname/Alias Evie, Ev, E.
Gender Female
Family

↳ Camilla Torres (Mother; alive)
↳ Thomas Landry (Father; alive)
↳ Louisa Torres ( Grandmother; alive)
↳ Carlos Torres ( Grandfather; deceased)
↳ Carter Russo (Husband; deceased)
↳ Mateo Torres (Older Brother; alive)
↳ Elijah Torres (Older Brother; alive)
↳ Samuel Bennett (Older Brother; alive)
↳ Sebastian Everwood (Younger Brother; alive)
↳ Abigail Bennett (Niece; alive)
↳ Gael Torres (Nephew; alive) Martial Status | Sexual OrientationIn a Relationship | Biseual
Birthday October 13, 1993
Age 27 years old Birthplace | Current Location New Orleans, Lousianna | Manhattan, New York
Education | Occupation Graduated from Frederick A. Douglass High School ✕ She is an actress and a model with New York Elite Management. Astrological Sign Libra
Ethnicity | Nationality | Race Mexican x American x White
Eye Color | Hair Color Blue | Brownish Black
Height | Weight Five Feet Six Inches (5'6) | 130 LBS.
Languages She speaks English and Spanish.
Distinguishing Features Her blue eyes and tattoos.
Pets 2 cats: Freddie and Jasper.
Nicotine | Alcohol | Narcotics Yes ✕ Yes ✕ Yes
Mental Health Everleigh suffers from anxiety, depression, and BPD.
Phobias Autophobia, Claustrophobia, Thanatophobia.


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August 6, 2021
Evie Jade Walk barefoot, listen to the wind, drink in the moon.#BeMagic
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