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Age: 25 Race: elf Eyes: dark slate grey Hair: short, spiky silvery-blonde Height: 5'11" Build: she has a slender, toned build Appearance and Clothes: With the pale features and pointed ears of the Elven, Evangeline would stick out in a crowd. Therefore, she wears a long cloak and usually has her hood pulled up. Otherwise, she wears a headband that covers her ears. She wears light pants and shirts to help her blend into the surroundings. While in the city, she has a tendency to wear all black clothing. Her body isn't very womanly - she has trained her figure to help her in physical activities, not to be voluptuous. The only jewellery she wears is a large scull medallion that hangs on a leather cord and is always tucked beneath her shirt. Weapons: Evangeline carries/uses three types of weapons: a spear with a long, silver blade with elvish writing engraved in it, a bow, and twin elvish blades. History: For the first part of her childhood, Evangeline was a normal elvish child. She wore dresses with the other young girls, grew her hair long, and lived in the lands that had once been rich with lush vegetation and dark forests. Brigands attacked her family when she had seen only six years. The men thought letting the young girl live after forcing her to watch her mother, father, brothers, and sisters die slowly, one by one, would be funny. They took most of the food, only leaving rotting scraps of bread and meat. Anything in the house that had been of any value was also pilfered, and everything else was broken or smashed beyond repair. Evangeline vowed, as she watched the men leave, that she would avenge her family. As their raucous laughter filled the air, she cut her hands trying to use a crude rock to cut through the rope they had used to bind her to a fence post. She has not found them yet, but she is still searching. And she won't stop until she finds them. After a week of mourning, she had gathered together the slivers of strength that threatened to flee her, and journeyed to her relatives’ home, located approximately forty five miles from her family's. They offered her shelter, but she informed them that she would never go back to being "weak". She would learn how to defend and protect herself and her loved ones, with or without their help. Although they refused in the beginning, exclaiming that a fighter's life was not for pretty Angel, after a week had passed and she had cut herself trying to learn how to use knives, her Uncle Acvern taught her how to use the weapons. For protection, he told her often, was the only use for any kind of weapon, whether it was made of steel, wood, or the body’s own flesh. What he taught her should never be used for one's personal gain or to spill blood in a moment of anger. Emotions, he said, must be controlled when one can wield such a weapon. At the age of 13, her Uncle proclaimed her training finished, and supplied her with weapons. One, a staff, was given to her for her extraordinary talent with the weapon. It was a family heirloom, and had been passed to him instead of her father. He also gave her two Elvish blades; the bow that she always carried strapped to her back was made by her own hands. All weapons have the magic of the Elves embedded within them, and are forged to her hand alone. After searching a few years in vain for the gang of brigands that had murdered her family, Evangeline set to work for a wealthy family as a guard. She did not know whether they frowned upon the fact that she was a woman, but she was not turned away. A year passed without any trouble. She still searched, but not with the vigour that she had before; besides, she was not at liberty to travel on impulse. Not that her desire for vengeance was lessened - time only made the burning keener. Every moment she spent watching the family together made her miss her own. Not more than a year after she was accepted as a guard, the Fenton family was attacked by a band of thieves. Early in the fight, Evangeline was rendered unconscious while the entire family, save one little boy, was murdered. The guilt and inability that she felt afterwards bonded her to the young boy, Dominick. Throughout the next years, she stayed with him, watching over him and providing for him as she could. Although she frowned upon the habits that he had picked up, she understood the need that he felt to provide for himself, to be dependant upon nobody. Personality: Although Evangeline can be very calm and quiet, she is fiercely loyal to the few to she cares for. When it comes to fighting, she is ruthless. Over the innocent and helpless, she is strongly protective. Never has Evangeline been shy or demure; she isn't afraid to speak her mind, despite her antisocial tendencies. She is very competitive (almost to a fault) and very determined. Likes: physical fighting, men, running, being alone Dislikes: ignorant and closed-minded people, bullies, thieves and other brigands, unusually bubbly people who chatter incessantly, sexist men and rules regarding what women "should be" Sexual Preference: Men, mainly, though she has had a few female exceptions. Deity: Liea Occupation: fighter Other skills: Put any weapon in her hand, and chances are she can wield it as if she had been using it for years. She is cold and emotionless in battle, something that, depending on the fight, is either good or bad. Other information: She is very competitive against men, and enjoys competing against them more than women. If she can't win, she will accept defeat and train, then challenge the man to a fight again, and again, until she finally beats him.
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