Evelyn Annabell Rouge
Sept 7, 2013 18:56:53 GMT -8
Post by Eve Rouge on Sept 7, 2013 18:56:53 GMT -8
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Basic Information
Full Name: Evelyn Annabell Rouge
Nickname / Code Name: Eve / Claw
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Race: Mutated
Birthday: June 26
Spoken Languages: English, German, Spanish, French, Latin, Serbo-Croatian
Face Claim: The picture(s) above and below (imagination required)
Appearance:
Hair: Extremely long, straight black hair with a slight purplish tint, usually kept in a braid
Eyes: Big, red, cat-like eyes that give off an eerie glow in the dark
Skin tone: Pale and smooth
Height: 5'1
Build: Petite figure, defined muscles, average sized curves, slightly underweight, extremely flexible and agile
Birthmarks/Freckles/Scars: Large scar on left bicep from a particularly vicious knife fight
Other: Large, extremely sharp fangs; huge and equally sharp, pearly white, retractable claws; big cat-like ears on top of head with fur the same color as her hair; long, slim tail with same colored fur as ears. Animal form is simply your average black cat, small, slim, but fur has a slight purple tint and eyes are bright red.
Fashion Sense / Dress Style: Whatever's comfortable, whatever fits the best, whatever she can find and whatever is the most reasonable for the environment and/or the situation she's in or planning on being in. Most of her clothing is black or some other dark color for stealth. She never dresses for anyone but herself and herself only. The only time she would ever "dress up" would be to blend in to a fancy dinner party or something, but only if a contract requires it. Otherwise, she would do her best to avoid that kind of situation.
Personality:
Attitude: Eve is....not a nice person. She's not just mean, she's practically evil. Eve has what's called Anti Social Personality Disorder (ASPD), otherwise know as sociopathy. If you don't know what that is, google. Whatever you see will pretty much sum up Eve's entire personality. She's cold, violent, unemotional, and hates everyone, especially anyone seen as or thinks of themselves as authority. Eve is a bit pf a prodigy when it comes to her intellect, she as an IQ of around 190-200, and she loves to put that intelligence to use. She can tell everything about someone just by looking at them and studying their actions and physical appearance (e.i. the way they dress, their posture, their muscle definition), including their worst fears and insecurities, which she loves to use to her advantage. Whether is be through sarcasm, subtle words, alteration of objects, or physical abuse, she loves to tortures her victims before their death, both physically and psychologically.
Eve will use any opportunity she can find to fight, maim, or kill, that's the only reason she does what she does. She doesn't need the money, she just steals whatever she wants or needs (much simpler and much more fun than shopping), she just takes the money because she can. The contracts are only for fun and organization. It was getting a bit boring and repetitive just running around and killing whoever she wants. With the contracts, there are challenges, there is variety, there are requirements, there are different locations to go to (Eve refuses to stay in Pharst, she view it as a border set up by a figure of authority, and you know how she feels about those) and sometimes the clients even provide the means of travel. It's just like one big game.
Likes:
- Fighting
- Violence
- Blood
- Scaring People
- Messing With People
- Killing
- Exciting and Challenging Contracts
- Sarcasm
- Humor
- The use of the term "and/or"
- Herself
- Cats
- Her Job
- Winning
- The Night
- Learning New Things
Dislikes:
- Peace
- Boredom
- People of Average Intelligence or Less
- People who Dislike Her
- Authority
- Other People in General
- Losing
- Daytime
- Taking Things Seriously
- Anything Considered "Normal" or "Stereotypical"
- Rules
- Borders
- The phrase "Curiosity Killed the Cat"
- Being Thought of as Cute or Pretty or Anything other than Vicious
- Bugs
- Bright Light
Strengths:
- Prodigy-esque Intelligence
- Extremely Agile
- Unemotional
- Determined
- Good a Reading Body Language and Facial Expression
- Super-human Senses
- Ability to See in the Dark
- Lying
- Killing/Fighting
Weaknesses:
- Easily Distracted
- Will Go a Bit Crazy if She Hasn't Killed Anything for a While
- Too Sarcastic for her Own Good
- Can Be a bit too Determined
- Slight Temper
- Sees Everything as a Competition
- Refuses to Cooperate With Anyone
- Is a Risk-Taker
- Rebels Against Anything She Can
Habits:
- Talks to Herself
- Taps On her Leg when Bored
- Sighs a Lot
Trades / Aspiration: Assassin, robber, hitman, safe-cracker, pretty much any job that's against the law, involves stealth, and is extremely dangerous. She likes to think of herself as a "Claw for hire," hence the code name Claw.
Background:
Family: Unknown
Pets: None, a pet would just hold her back
Background / History: Eve never knew her parents, and she never really cared either. Her parents were people, people just like any other. She’s been surrounded by people her entire life and her entire life they’ve been nothing more than prey. If her parents were ever the subject of a contract, she would kill them without a second thought. It may sound a bit strange, but she never had an emotional connection with anyone or anything and most likely never will, that would include any relatives, no matter how similar their genetics may be to her own. Of course, without parents to provide her with the nutrients she needs, how did she survive? Ironically, she was saved by the kindness of a stranger. She doesn’t quite know how he found her, she vaguely remembers him saying something about a dumpster, but she wasn’t really paying attention. Of course, from that she can infer she was a dumpster or something like that, but, again, she doesn’t really care.
His name was Trey, a mutant animal-hybrid, just like her. He was about 30 years old when he found her. He must’ve named her, she certainly didn’t name herself. Despite his job, he was a surprisingly nice guy, or maybe he was just crazy. Either way, it was a bit strange for a contract killer to willingly pick up a he found on the street and raise her out of the kindness of his heart. Maybe he killed her parents and raised her simply out of guilt, or maybe she just doesn’t care. Yeah, that’s it. Anyway, Trey did an amazingly good job taking care of her. He took a break from his job until he could find someone to take care of her at night. She doesn’t remember who it was, but he/she/it was gone by the time she was three, because that’s when Trey began to teach her. Well, at this age it was mostly concept, he would give her a very basic situation, and she would tell him what she would do, then he would either tell her if that was correct or not, and if not why and what she could do better. There were the basic things too, like math, science, history, language, but that was easy, and not nearly as fun.
It wasn’t until she was older that he began to teach her how to fight. He didn’t have any cat in him, he had wolf instead, so there were obvious advantages and disadvantages she had to work through herself. For example, she found if she quickly shifted in and out of her cat form, she could avoid on-coming attacks much more effectively than ducking, she also found that she could jump much higher than Trey could, which she used largely to her advantage. Eve also found that her jaws were not nearly as strong as Trey’s were, but her claws were much more effect than his. She eventually developed her own style of fighting. It was loosely based on Trey’s, but she was more than intelligent enough to come up with her own. He also taught her about stealth and climbing. That part was much easier for her to master. Well, lock-picking and safe-cracking took a little bit of time, but it was still pretty easy. By the time she was six she was running around the rooftops of the city and stealing whatever she wanted without a care in the world, and by the time she was eight, after listening to her beg for it for the past three years, Trey decided she was ready for her first hit.
It was your average hit, someone wanted someone else dead for reasons most likely involving emotions or money (which are pretty much the same thing), but she remembers it very clearly and it’s one of her favorite memories. He lived in an apartment just a few miles from their own house. A quick run across the city, a climb down the building and in through the window, and they were there. It was night, of course, Trey and Eve were both nocturnal creatures, so they weren’t awake any other time of the day. He was asleep on the couch, the light of the TV giving him a blue, eerie glow. She walked over to him; her feet not make a sound. She looked back at Trey, he nodded. He had taught her how to kill somebody, showed her all the weak points, she was ready. Her claws came out of her hands and into his throat. His eyelids few open, his hands wrapped around the wound. He opened his mouth, he tried to scream but all that came out was a scratchy breath and a lot of blood. He looked up at her, fear in his eyes, and she smiled, she smiled and watched as he died. Then, without even waiting for Trey, she leapt out of the window, and ran off, back home and into the night.
After that, she began to accompany Trey on all of his hits, even doing some her own. Whenever she was bored she would go off and kill someone herself, just for fun. To feel the look of fear someone gave you as they took their last breath, it was so simple, yet so exhilarating! She couldn’t get enough of it. She was addicted. She started to get violent if she went too long without a good kill. Her mind would start to wander and get foggy; she couldn’t think straight, she leapt at anything that moved. Maybe it was just the more predatory and primitive part of her mind awakening and maturing, or maybe it was a physical addiction, or maybe she just didn’t care. Yeah, that’s it. She would still run around the city and steal, but she would also kill. It was just another thing that she did for fun.
She was about ten when she killed him. Eve never really liked Trey. Yeah, he was useful for a while, he taught her and he fed her and he took care of her, but she could do that on her own now, she had no need for him anymore. He was always a figure of authority and always would be. Yeah, she could just run away and leave him to wonder what happened to her, but that wouldn’t be any fun now, would it? It was night, and he was taking a nap on the couch, the light of the TV giving him a blue, eerie glow. She walked over to him; her feet not make a sound. She looked down at Trey. He had taught her how to kill somebody, showed her all the weak points, she was ready. Her claws came out of her hands and into his throat. His eyelids few open, his hands wrapped around the wound. He opened his mouth, he tried to scream but all that came out was a scratchy breath and a lot of blood. He looked up at her, fear in his eyes, and she smiled, she smiled and watched as he died. Then, without even looking back at Trey, she leapt out of the window, and ran off, into the unknown and into the night.
She pretty much continued to do what she’s always done after that. She ran around the city and killed and stole. She began to travel a lot though, she never really liked Pharst. Pharst was a place for mutants, and never wanted to be where she was supposed to be. She never approached the Peace Savers; she always found her own means of travel, most of which involved sneaking onto cargo planes or, in the case of the Dead Lands, walking. She just kind of ran around various cities and villages and other places, killing and stealing whatever she can. It was until she was twelve that she decided to set up the business. She knew how to do it, she’s seen Trey conduct business, and she’s excellent at learning from imitation. The first step was to get the word out, that was the most difficult part. It took a while, but it happened considerably faster than it would for any other contract killers. In about six months, almost everyone had heard of the young, cat mutant called Claw and her signature claw mark left across the chest of her victims or along the wall of the safe. She became infamous among the authorities and famous among those who wanted someone dead, and she has been to this day.
Other Info (Optional):
Other / Other Facts: Super-human speed, strength, flexibility, agility, and senses (mainly hearing and smell), night vision, and the ability to shift into a cat
Art: (Optional)
NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE MY OWN
Theme Song: She doesn't like songs
OOC
Name: RainbowPony (Not to be associated with My Little Pony)
Age: 13
How long have you been roleplaying?: About four years.
Sample Rp: “Oh-my-God-finally!” Eve exclaimed as she landed on the other side of the border. The Dead Lands, she loves the dead lands, not to hot, not to cold, and always, always exciting. Just getting over the border is a challenge. The walk is long and tediously boring, but the payoff is totally worth it. All these blood-thirsty zombies wandering around the place, the non-existent laws, the constant threat of death, it’s just beautiful. But first, as always, she needed sleep. The walk, as mentioned before, is long. She’d been awake for almost twenty hours now and she needed somewhere to crash before she fell over and was left prey to the zombies. Eve quite liked herself and would much prefer to stay alive rather than become food. She leapt on top of the nearest building and ran. She knew where she was going; the problem was getting there without dying.
“Ah, good, still standing.” She said as she approached the building. It was rather tall; in fact, it was the tallest building the city. She leapt towards the first handhold she saw and began to climb. It didn’t take long to reach the top. “Oh, the box is still here too.” She said as she walked towards it and took off the lid. Inside were two blankets, a pillow, and a rock. “How did that get in there?” She asked, then realized she didn’t care and threw the rock over her shoulder. She thought she heard someone yell in pain, but maybe it was just her imagination. She put one of the blankets down and laid down on it as fast as she could before the wind could blow it away. Then she put the pillow under her head and wrapped the other blanket around her body. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow! She had no clients, no contracts, nothing, just a day of pure fun and death and zombies. Thank God zombies can’t climb. Eve thought as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
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