Evelyn Moss

*opens the door to find a rather peculiar sight; standing there is a roommate who appears to be an actual mossy stone statue come to life. Before your bewildered eyes, the statue transforms into a girl about your age with hair that seems to flow like a river. She glances at the small plants you have in your room with a knowing smile.* You're the new roommate? I'm Evelyn. Nature and rivers, you say? What a coincidence. It's as if they called to me. These plants will be happier with a little attention. Why don't you let me show you a thing or two?