Post by Evelyn Paynter on Nov 11, 2012 15:03:53 GMT -5
Out of Character:
Name: ink
Other characters: Too many to name
In Character:
Name: Evelyn Paynter
Aliases: Evvie and Kitten, thought the latter she hates as it was bestowed upon her by her Master because of her favoured feline form.
Age: 20
Race: Shapeshifter
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Former slave, currently spending her time avoiding the law.
Orientation: Unknown. Evvie doesn’t really like to be touched. Most likely she is asexual.
Physical Description: The most noticeable aspect of Evelyn's appearance is her hair; a vibrant, fiery red in colour, usually ruffled up, cut rather roughly so that the tips of her hair tickled over her shoulder blades, shorter bangs cut around her face. A few, slim and messy plaits were scattered randomly through her hair, each tipped off with a couple of brightly coloured beads. Yes, as you can probably guess, Evelyn adored colour. Her hair isn’t neat or pampered, much like the rest of her appearance, but the lack of attention she paid to how she looked simply reflected the roguish side to her personality.
Her eyes are a light shade of mint green, flecked with shades of chocolate and chestnut. Her eyes were a striking feature, once you got past the hair, large and framed with thick, dark lashes. They were her most expressive of her feature, generally betraying anything that she felt. A handful of freckles were scattered over her nose, lips full and constantly pouting, chin ever so slightly pointed to give her a heart shape face. If you gave her a good scrub and managed to get a brush through her hair then Evvie had a chance of actually being pretty. As things stood, she was more a wild, feral sort of beauty.
Evelyn isn't very tall, standing at 5'4'' she was maybe just a little below the average height for a woman, though she was rather...well-endowed shall we say? Her figure was that hourglass shape that many women seemed to aspire to; nipped in at the waist before her hips curved back out again. Then again, the scars that hid beneath the clothing worked to shatter the feminine image that her figure gave.
Personality Description: Evelyn is a rouge, an enemy to any sort of rules. Defiant and fiery, her wild personality makes her unpredictable and almost impossible to read. One minute she could be the picture of innocence, playing amongst the flowers singing to herself, and the next all Hell could break loose and she would be scratching her eyes out. To say that she was unhinged would be pretty kind, if truth be told. She was as mad as a box of frogs. Mentally, she had the intelligence of a child, unable to read or write, and conventional logic was also out of her grasp. Her violent streak was probably the most mature thing about her. She liked to hurt things and she liked to make things bleed. Twisted? That
She was mistrustful, but once you had earnt her trust she was loyal to the death, willing to go to the ends of the earth for someone that understood her. In fact, she currently considered herself to be the pet of a certain Vyncent Schwarz. However, she couldn't stand anyone touching her, not even Vyncent. Dare to touch her and she would either flinch away, as if expecting to be struck, or strike you before you could hurt her.
She is a ruthless and unapologetic killer, more like a wild animal than an actual person. To be honest, Miss Evelyn Paynter isn’t the type of person that you want to bump in to.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Likes: Bright colours, jewellery, freedom, dancing, being able to shift all she wants...oh...and she is rather fond of seeing people bleed. The girl just has this thing about blood; she can only be comfortable around someone when she knows that they can bleed. Twisted, yep, but Evelyn was pretty twisted young woman.
Dislikes: Slave markets, shoes, necklaces, being touched, the smell of hair oil (her Master had used hair oil), art, rules, whips, scars, soldiers, those wanted posters with her face on them (the picture was so ugly on those posters)...this list could end up being rather large, but those are the most prominent of her dislikes...
History: Her family, like most, had never been rich, or so she was told. Apparently, her father had been a lowly artisan in Avoir, Ecritetre, and the birth of darling little Evelyn had caused rather a disruption to family life; she was an unfortunate mistake. It soon became apparent to her parents that they simply couldn't afford to keep their daughter and her father’s art studio, so they had to make a choice; the girl or the studio. The studio won. At the age of five Evelyn was sold to an underground slavery ring and smuggled out of Ecritetre. The fact that she was a shapeshifter didn't help, her kind were untrusted, though no-one seemed to know whether her parents had been shifters too or not.
After spending a brief period of time touring the slave markets of the whole world (or so it seemed to the child) she was sold to a wealthy merchant in Handel, a collector of oddities as it became known to her, and she was to be the diamond of his vast collection.
From a young age Evelyn had no intentions of being a good pet freak. She had never been able to follow rules, and thus her childhood had been split between working in the kitchens of her Masters house and helping to load the ships at the docks, oh, and of course her regular punishments and floggings.
It didn't take long for her Master to realize that she would never learn to behave and that her attempted escapes would never cease, hence the biggest punishment… the collar. Not just any collar, this was a collar of thick, cracked leather that she couldn't remove, a large drop of amber set into it. It turned out that amber suppressed her ability to shift, and little Evelyn was left stranded in her human form. That was the single biggest mistake of her Masters life. She despised him from that day on, and swore that she would have her vengeance.
That day came on her nineteenth birthday, the day that her Master decided that it was time that she became 'a woman', as he called it. Though, in the days, weeks and months leading up to her birthday, she had been plotting away, her uneducated mind flying on the wings of her imagination as she decided upon her revenge. She had managed to talk one of the soldiers in town into cutting off the collar, after a brief scene in the market place where she fell to the ground, claiming that she was unable to breathe. One of the tailors in town owed her a favour and sewed the collar back on for her, using thin thread so that the girl could easily rip it off.
The Master took Evelyn into his private quarters on her birthday and the man never left those rooms again. Some other slaves claimed that they had seen the shapeshifter fleeing the house not long after midnight, dripping in blood. The Master had been found the next morning, the corpse hardly recognizable. She had taken her revenge, the collar found stuffed down his throat and his heart missing. Revenge tasted sweet, especially when you made a meal of someone’s heart.
A price was placed on Evelyn's head, a reward offered for anyone that had information on the girl, but she managed to slip through their grasps and disappear into Syrunn. Her next steps? No-one knew where she was or what to expect from her, but the merchant that had sold her had spent quite a lot of money on security and protection, and her parents had been informed to 'keep an eye out' for the return of their daughter.
Months past and there was still no news of her, gossip of the little slayer dying down until she was almost forgotten, replaced by some fresh scandal? The wanted posters bearing her image grew tattered, the ink on them running from the onslaught of the weather. Evelyn was almost forgotten, until she ran into a certain High Demon. Vyncent Scharz was the reason that her face was plastered all over wanted posters again. Time to show Syrunn just what she was made of.
Strengths: Evelyn is fast and agile, which works to her advantage and aids her in most situations. She is also fearless and has a tendency to forget about pain, both of which could be counted as weaknesses. She jumps in feet (or paws) first every time and she was pretty sure that she was indestructible. Nothing that had come along so far had managed to kill her, so she saw no reason why anything ever would. Plus, her flair for violence tended to keep her pretty safe, and with a high demon at her side who would really pick a fight?
Weaknesses: She can't trust people and she is terrible at containing her emotions. She also relies on shifting too much instead of learning how to fight with human weapons, in case she is unable to shift. When amber is introduced into the mix to stop her growing claws she was put at a massive disadvantage. She has had no formal fighting training, but she mainly goes on her animal instincts.
Magic: Her type of shapeshifters are able to alter their forms to mimic that of another creature. She always keeps the same main features, like eye and hair colour, as well as scars being located on the same place on her body no matter what form she chose to take. She cannot take the form of another human, her only human form is the one that she was born into, and she would not try such a thing in case she became stuck in the other person's skin. Amber is one thing that can prevent shifting, as if being injured. If she is hurt in any way, excluding bruises, she cannot change her form because her human form isn't complete, and she heals slower than normal people due to the nature of her race, hence she has to take care not to get hurt. If hurt in an animal form she will shift back to her human form...oh...and just to point out, clothing isn't included in a shift, so she has to take care when returning to her human form.
Weapons/Armor/Equipment: Teeth and claws, mainly, and she has an aversion to armour. She likes to be able to move freely, plus when she shifts it would just be lost.
Other:
RP Sample: (Warning, this is a rather violent rp sample and not for the faint hearted. It’s taken from her original application.
)
There he was, the bane of her life, the man that had contained her and tried to tame her, laid broken and battered on the ground gasping for breath, his breath rattling in his chest. A cruel smile transformed her features into something more grotesque, something less human, twisted pleasure dancing through her eyes as she crouched down beside the man, hair falling around her face as she looked to him.
The scent of blood laced through the air, making it heavy with the odour, the liquid itself splattered over every surface in the room in thick, dark puddles of gore. Tatters of skin laid tossed to the ground, as if having been ripped from the man by savage teeth, the flesh that remained hung over his broken bones scored with deep claw marks and what looked to be the beginnings of nasty bruising. One of his eyes had been snatched out of its socket, leaving his face looking hollow, the remaining eye filled with fear as she drew closer again.
She was in her human form once again now, skin stained with his blood as she reached out, brushing his blood clotted hair back away from his face with an oddly tender touch. "I warned you." Her voice was nothing more than an intimate whisper, the undertones of a growl bubbling up from her chest as her fingers closed around a clump of hair, jerking back to rip it from his scalp with one swift movement, the thing making a sickly sucking noise as it was dragged from his head, flesh still dangling from the tendrils of hair as she looked to her hand, seeming amused as the red dropped down to splash over his face.
Now, I can hear you wondering why no-one had heard her. Well, that was simple. She had strapped her collar over his mouth, the thick leather muffling the screams of agony that she had coaxed from his body, the droplet of amber impassive the horrors these four walls contained.
"I told you that I would get you back." She continued as she tossed the hair into the corner, bored with that by now, the flesh flopping to the ground. "And now, I will show you a little piece of sympathy." She informed him with a nod of her head, pushing her bloody hand back through her hair as she studied him, seeming unconcerned that she was covered in his blood, a sure marker that she was guilty.
"Goodbye Master."
With that she ripped the collar from his mouth, before he could yell out cramming it down his throat, knowing that the man couldn't breathe through his shattered nose. His body shuddered and convulsed as he died, Evelyn remaining to watch the light of life fade from his eye, her eyes glued to his face to enjoy his suffering, only leaving once she was sure that he was dead...only leaving after ripping out his heart to take with her; if buried incomplete the man would be trapped in limbo forever...and that seemed adequate torture to match what he had done to her.
Name: ink
Other characters: Too many to name
In Character:
Name: Evelyn Paynter
Aliases: Evvie and Kitten, thought the latter she hates as it was bestowed upon her by her Master because of her favoured feline form.
Age: 20
Race: Shapeshifter
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Former slave, currently spending her time avoiding the law.
Orientation: Unknown. Evvie doesn’t really like to be touched. Most likely she is asexual.
Physical Description: The most noticeable aspect of Evelyn's appearance is her hair; a vibrant, fiery red in colour, usually ruffled up, cut rather roughly so that the tips of her hair tickled over her shoulder blades, shorter bangs cut around her face. A few, slim and messy plaits were scattered randomly through her hair, each tipped off with a couple of brightly coloured beads. Yes, as you can probably guess, Evelyn adored colour. Her hair isn’t neat or pampered, much like the rest of her appearance, but the lack of attention she paid to how she looked simply reflected the roguish side to her personality.
Her eyes are a light shade of mint green, flecked with shades of chocolate and chestnut. Her eyes were a striking feature, once you got past the hair, large and framed with thick, dark lashes. They were her most expressive of her feature, generally betraying anything that she felt. A handful of freckles were scattered over her nose, lips full and constantly pouting, chin ever so slightly pointed to give her a heart shape face. If you gave her a good scrub and managed to get a brush through her hair then Evvie had a chance of actually being pretty. As things stood, she was more a wild, feral sort of beauty.
Evelyn isn't very tall, standing at 5'4'' she was maybe just a little below the average height for a woman, though she was rather...well-endowed shall we say? Her figure was that hourglass shape that many women seemed to aspire to; nipped in at the waist before her hips curved back out again. Then again, the scars that hid beneath the clothing worked to shatter the feminine image that her figure gave.
Personality Description: Evelyn is a rouge, an enemy to any sort of rules. Defiant and fiery, her wild personality makes her unpredictable and almost impossible to read. One minute she could be the picture of innocence, playing amongst the flowers singing to herself, and the next all Hell could break loose and she would be scratching her eyes out. To say that she was unhinged would be pretty kind, if truth be told. She was as mad as a box of frogs. Mentally, she had the intelligence of a child, unable to read or write, and conventional logic was also out of her grasp. Her violent streak was probably the most mature thing about her. She liked to hurt things and she liked to make things bleed. Twisted? That
She was mistrustful, but once you had earnt her trust she was loyal to the death, willing to go to the ends of the earth for someone that understood her. In fact, she currently considered herself to be the pet of a certain Vyncent Schwarz. However, she couldn't stand anyone touching her, not even Vyncent. Dare to touch her and she would either flinch away, as if expecting to be struck, or strike you before you could hurt her.
She is a ruthless and unapologetic killer, more like a wild animal than an actual person. To be honest, Miss Evelyn Paynter isn’t the type of person that you want to bump in to.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Likes: Bright colours, jewellery, freedom, dancing, being able to shift all she wants...oh...and she is rather fond of seeing people bleed. The girl just has this thing about blood; she can only be comfortable around someone when she knows that they can bleed. Twisted, yep, but Evelyn was pretty twisted young woman.
Dislikes: Slave markets, shoes, necklaces, being touched, the smell of hair oil (her Master had used hair oil), art, rules, whips, scars, soldiers, those wanted posters with her face on them (the picture was so ugly on those posters)...this list could end up being rather large, but those are the most prominent of her dislikes...
History: Her family, like most, had never been rich, or so she was told. Apparently, her father had been a lowly artisan in Avoir, Ecritetre, and the birth of darling little Evelyn had caused rather a disruption to family life; she was an unfortunate mistake. It soon became apparent to her parents that they simply couldn't afford to keep their daughter and her father’s art studio, so they had to make a choice; the girl or the studio. The studio won. At the age of five Evelyn was sold to an underground slavery ring and smuggled out of Ecritetre. The fact that she was a shapeshifter didn't help, her kind were untrusted, though no-one seemed to know whether her parents had been shifters too or not.
After spending a brief period of time touring the slave markets of the whole world (or so it seemed to the child) she was sold to a wealthy merchant in Handel, a collector of oddities as it became known to her, and she was to be the diamond of his vast collection.
From a young age Evelyn had no intentions of being a good pet freak. She had never been able to follow rules, and thus her childhood had been split between working in the kitchens of her Masters house and helping to load the ships at the docks, oh, and of course her regular punishments and floggings.
It didn't take long for her Master to realize that she would never learn to behave and that her attempted escapes would never cease, hence the biggest punishment… the collar. Not just any collar, this was a collar of thick, cracked leather that she couldn't remove, a large drop of amber set into it. It turned out that amber suppressed her ability to shift, and little Evelyn was left stranded in her human form. That was the single biggest mistake of her Masters life. She despised him from that day on, and swore that she would have her vengeance.
That day came on her nineteenth birthday, the day that her Master decided that it was time that she became 'a woman', as he called it. Though, in the days, weeks and months leading up to her birthday, she had been plotting away, her uneducated mind flying on the wings of her imagination as she decided upon her revenge. She had managed to talk one of the soldiers in town into cutting off the collar, after a brief scene in the market place where she fell to the ground, claiming that she was unable to breathe. One of the tailors in town owed her a favour and sewed the collar back on for her, using thin thread so that the girl could easily rip it off.
The Master took Evelyn into his private quarters on her birthday and the man never left those rooms again. Some other slaves claimed that they had seen the shapeshifter fleeing the house not long after midnight, dripping in blood. The Master had been found the next morning, the corpse hardly recognizable. She had taken her revenge, the collar found stuffed down his throat and his heart missing. Revenge tasted sweet, especially when you made a meal of someone’s heart.
A price was placed on Evelyn's head, a reward offered for anyone that had information on the girl, but she managed to slip through their grasps and disappear into Syrunn. Her next steps? No-one knew where she was or what to expect from her, but the merchant that had sold her had spent quite a lot of money on security and protection, and her parents had been informed to 'keep an eye out' for the return of their daughter.
Months past and there was still no news of her, gossip of the little slayer dying down until she was almost forgotten, replaced by some fresh scandal? The wanted posters bearing her image grew tattered, the ink on them running from the onslaught of the weather. Evelyn was almost forgotten, until she ran into a certain High Demon. Vyncent Scharz was the reason that her face was plastered all over wanted posters again. Time to show Syrunn just what she was made of.
Strengths: Evelyn is fast and agile, which works to her advantage and aids her in most situations. She is also fearless and has a tendency to forget about pain, both of which could be counted as weaknesses. She jumps in feet (or paws) first every time and she was pretty sure that she was indestructible. Nothing that had come along so far had managed to kill her, so she saw no reason why anything ever would. Plus, her flair for violence tended to keep her pretty safe, and with a high demon at her side who would really pick a fight?
Weaknesses: She can't trust people and she is terrible at containing her emotions. She also relies on shifting too much instead of learning how to fight with human weapons, in case she is unable to shift. When amber is introduced into the mix to stop her growing claws she was put at a massive disadvantage. She has had no formal fighting training, but she mainly goes on her animal instincts.
Magic: Her type of shapeshifters are able to alter their forms to mimic that of another creature. She always keeps the same main features, like eye and hair colour, as well as scars being located on the same place on her body no matter what form she chose to take. She cannot take the form of another human, her only human form is the one that she was born into, and she would not try such a thing in case she became stuck in the other person's skin. Amber is one thing that can prevent shifting, as if being injured. If she is hurt in any way, excluding bruises, she cannot change her form because her human form isn't complete, and she heals slower than normal people due to the nature of her race, hence she has to take care not to get hurt. If hurt in an animal form she will shift back to her human form...oh...and just to point out, clothing isn't included in a shift, so she has to take care when returning to her human form.
Weapons/Armor/Equipment: Teeth and claws, mainly, and she has an aversion to armour. She likes to be able to move freely, plus when she shifts it would just be lost.
Other:
RP Sample: (Warning, this is a rather violent rp sample and not for the faint hearted. It’s taken from her original application.
)
There he was, the bane of her life, the man that had contained her and tried to tame her, laid broken and battered on the ground gasping for breath, his breath rattling in his chest. A cruel smile transformed her features into something more grotesque, something less human, twisted pleasure dancing through her eyes as she crouched down beside the man, hair falling around her face as she looked to him.
The scent of blood laced through the air, making it heavy with the odour, the liquid itself splattered over every surface in the room in thick, dark puddles of gore. Tatters of skin laid tossed to the ground, as if having been ripped from the man by savage teeth, the flesh that remained hung over his broken bones scored with deep claw marks and what looked to be the beginnings of nasty bruising. One of his eyes had been snatched out of its socket, leaving his face looking hollow, the remaining eye filled with fear as she drew closer again.
She was in her human form once again now, skin stained with his blood as she reached out, brushing his blood clotted hair back away from his face with an oddly tender touch. "I warned you." Her voice was nothing more than an intimate whisper, the undertones of a growl bubbling up from her chest as her fingers closed around a clump of hair, jerking back to rip it from his scalp with one swift movement, the thing making a sickly sucking noise as it was dragged from his head, flesh still dangling from the tendrils of hair as she looked to her hand, seeming amused as the red dropped down to splash over his face.
Now, I can hear you wondering why no-one had heard her. Well, that was simple. She had strapped her collar over his mouth, the thick leather muffling the screams of agony that she had coaxed from his body, the droplet of amber impassive the horrors these four walls contained.
"I told you that I would get you back." She continued as she tossed the hair into the corner, bored with that by now, the flesh flopping to the ground. "And now, I will show you a little piece of sympathy." She informed him with a nod of her head, pushing her bloody hand back through her hair as she studied him, seeming unconcerned that she was covered in his blood, a sure marker that she was guilty.
"Goodbye Master."
With that she ripped the collar from his mouth, before he could yell out cramming it down his throat, knowing that the man couldn't breathe through his shattered nose. His body shuddered and convulsed as he died, Evelyn remaining to watch the light of life fade from his eye, her eyes glued to his face to enjoy his suffering, only leaving once she was sure that he was dead...only leaving after ripping out his heart to take with her; if buried incomplete the man would be trapped in limbo forever...and that seemed adequate torture to match what he had done to her.
