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Eve Blain

Once a dirty, poor slave girl, Eve has grown into a powerful woman who loves to whine and drink as much as she can manage.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Aliases/Nicknames: 'Thunderclap' Blain, That Damned Drunk Witch, Mistress Lazy, Madame Deficit II.

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Apprearance: Eve is usually dressed in some 1800's or early 1900's garb, her favorite being the flowery hats and bustles of the late Victorian age. Her hair is dark brown, curly, and intensely unruly at times. Her skin is fair, her eyes are slanted and sharp, and she walks with a very confident, very forward strut, back straight, chin up, and eyes staring down upon everyone else.

Spells: Eve's abilities vary widely, for she was always one who favored versatility, however, there was one type of magic she was fond of, and it was that which made her famous among the Marketplace denizens.

  • Her transportation magic, which allows her to span great distances in very, very short times. She can use this consecutively up to a certain point.
  • Light healing magic that she can use to stitch up wounds with an ethereal-looking needle and thread.
  • The spell in which she received her name, 'Thunderclap Blain', the ability to summon a fierce storm of lightning and thunder. She can control the lightning with a frightening force.

The image is not mine, and it belongs to Daniel Cox on this site here.. If it is asked to be taken down I shall do so promptly.

Personality

Eve has an atrocious temper, lighting up at even the slightest hint of gossip about her person, or if someone dare give her the slightest rude comment possible. She broods and flings things about the bar and just tries to cause an uproar, but this is usually when she gets drunk. And Eve is a very, very angry drunk.

When she is sober, she seems bored, usually only annoyed. She finds it troublesome to have to work when she has 'contributed enough by being alive', and absolutely wont stand any comments about her fashion choice. When someone else is holding the spotlight, she always has to take it, otherwise despising the person who dare stand out more than she.

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Eve Blain's Story

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Eve Blain walks into the bar on all fours, wearing a tattered, filthy rag of a dress. Her tan skin was crusted with dirt, and her black hair was in a knot around her neck. Her slanted blue eyes were filled with misery and hatred, but most of all desperation as she looked to any patron that passed by. Around her neck, there was a spiked collar, and attached to that, a leash, in which was in the hands of a giant, muscular man with a filthy beard. Grengor, her master, pulled on her leash hard, dragging her to the bar counter.
"C'mon, ye filthy dog!" He yelled at her. She followed pitifully.

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Character Portrait: Eve Blain Eve Blain says,
 Grengor the slave master looked to the scrawny man before him with a painted frown upon his face. He reached to his large belt and drew out his whip, grinding his teeth to him.
"The hell you want, scum?" He snapped his whip. "I paid good money for her. She's mine."

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Eve Blain trembled under the table, her bruises paining her. She scratched at her collar like a dog, looking at Grengor in fear. Grengor had taken a thin piece of paper from a pouch, along with a bottle of red spices. He scattered the spices around himself, in a half circle, and muttered a few words.
"You'll live to regret your words."

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Character Portrait: Eve Blain Eve Blain says,
 Grengor laughed as he was attacked, feeling several poison barbs and slashes of the multiplied boy. He yanked on Eve's collar and used her to shield him from several other attacks, using her back. Eve screamed in pain, feeling new wounds appearing and old wounds re opening. Grengor laughed as he held onto her throat, squeezing it, and uttered the words:
"Gargantuan." The words echoed over the bar, and the Slave Masters size seemed to increase.

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Character Portrait: Eve Blain Eve Blain says,
 Moonscar.)

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Character Portrait: Eve Blain Eve Blain says,
 Grengor put his hands out, shielding the blast back with his hands. His callus was burned black, but he grinned still. This little scrawny kid could not kill him. He was the Slave Master of Sir Anouk! His size increased greatly, as well as his grotesque form. His teeth yellowed, as well as his eyes, which became bloodshot and almost seemed to pop out. He took out another bottle of spice and sprayed it in front of him.
"Split." He muttered.
Eve lay panting on the floor, looking up to the two women helping her.
"Time spell...will not die...but can not...healed...be healed..." She panted.

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Character Portrait: Eve Blain Eve Blain says,
 Grengor screamed as he saw the scrawny kid dissapear, then to reappear slashing him at all sides. He was not able to attack in his panic, and therefore thought it best not to be fighting with the limited spices he had. In short, Grengor was afraid, and began to chicken out. He took a silver rod from his belt, and extended it, using massively bleeding arms to dig it into the soil. He whispered, in a chocked voice: "Melt" and it echoed once again over the bar. True to his words, his very skin, clothing, and the rod, began to melt into the soil. Before he all but disappeared, cackling could be heard.
"I will...will be back..." Then silence, and a last bubble. Eve lay on the floor, crying.

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Eve Blain breathed hard, feeling the wounds on her chest, the blood pouring over the floor. She was in great pain, and received wounds that would otherwise be fatal, were now superficial for the Time Spell. She looked, through bleary eyes, the man and woman before her. She felt the woman's fingers run through her hair.
"Thank...you..." She muttered.

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Eve Blain feels the binds of the Time Spell release, and for a second, her wounds heal. She felt wonderful, healthy, in no more pain! But then, she felt as if a boulder had landed on her body, as her wounds reopened and were worse then before, the pain doubling. Eve screamed, hoarsely, on the floor. It was worse, and blood spilled from her mouth. Still, death would not come.

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Eve Blain crawls into the door on all fpurs, wearing a tattered, torn cloth and a spiked dog collar around her neck. Her long black hair was in an unruly knot around her neck, and her slanted eyes looked around the bar in fear and hate. Dragging her around on a leash attatched to her collar was a large grizzly man, eight feet tall and with a disgusting look on his face. As he went ahed of Eve he tugged at her leash, sending her flying to the other side of the bar.
"C'mon, you worthless bitch!" He yelled at her. She got up whimpering.

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 The slave driver Grengor looked at the bar counter, searching for any sign of a bartender. Eve cowered under the counter, for Grengor's temper was always taken out on herself. She felt the tug at her collar once again.

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Eve Blain crawls into the bar, walking on all fours, looking an evident mess as her clothing was ratted and dirty, not to mention revealing because of numerous rips and holes in the tattered dress. Her black hair was in a twisted knot around her shoulders, and her tan skin seemed horridly bruised. Around her neck was a spiked dog collar, and holding the leash was a gigantic man with a long black beard, looking gruff and thick-brained. His brow was heavy and his eyes piercing.

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 Grengor the slave master tugged on Eve's leash as he walked to the bar counter hungrily. As he did so, for Grengor's massive strength she was thrown across the bar into a stool.
""C'mon ye worthless dog!" He yelled at her. "Can't even keep up!" His voice was sickening and gristly. Eve whimpered, just like a dog. She knew no better. Grengor fiddled a pocket for a short whip, and once he found it he cracked it on Eve's back, causing her to cry out as he sat at the counter and looked for a bartender.

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Eve Blain cowered under one of the stools under the bar table. Her back was searing in pain from the lash, as well as the throw. Grengor drank down a pint of beer thirstily.

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Eve Blain braced herself for another whip as she saw Grengor finishing his first beer. He was not even lightly buzzed as of yet, but when it came she was in a world of pure pain and abuse.

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Eve Blain relaxes, not feeling the hot lash of Grengor's whip. She was happy. He had decided to drink his third pint before doing so. If she could possibly get some help...maybe she would avoid the pain of later. She looked around for any strong patron that would help her. However, Grengor had finished his third pint, and had spotted her looking out into the bar. Even though he was only lightly buzzed, he was ticked off. He grasped Eve's leash and threw her to the other side of the bar, above a few patrons. Eve fell to the floor in a lump.

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Eve Blain walks into the bar on all fours, her naturally dark tan skin almost purple with bruises. Her black hair was in a topple around her neck, and her dress was dirty and so torn up it was revealing. Around her neck was a spiked collar, and holding the leash was a gigantic, grizzly man with a greasy black beard and yellow teeth. Around his waist was a belt holding a whip, and as he went forward, he tugged on Eve's leash, sending her forward into the bar counter. Grengor only sneered and looked for the Bartender.

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 cringed as the bartender ignored Grengor, and cowered under the counter edge. Grengor looked to the Bartender and called out to him.
"Oi! Gimmie a pint, would'ja?" He rudely yelled, thick spats of saliva spilling from his gigantic mouth.

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 Grengor fumed at Fletcher, his brow deepening as his massive form hulked over to him. On his way, out of anger, he gave Eve a good kick in the gut, and she cried out.
"An aint ye the tender?" He asked in a dark, haunting voice.

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 Grengor turned around swiftly, grinding his disgusting yellow teeth as he did so. He then smiled at the small girl with wings. He was almost six feet taller than herself, his head almost touching the roof.
"Ye have no say in th' deal, girlie." He mocked her. "I paid good muney fer the little mutt. She is my slave."