Description
Eva is petite, standing just over five feet tall. The dark brown wavy hair falling framing her face offsets her green eyes. Eva used to always wear her hair down in an attempt to hide a hideous scar running down the left side of her face, from the corner of her eye to her jaw, however since being captured and then freed again, she has less concern about it. When speaking with people, she faces them only with her right side to keep the attention away from her scar, a habit she gained while on the run.
Typically shy, Eva's eyes are normally averted, but should one get the opportunity, they would find buried deep within an unbearable sadness out of proportion with her 25 years. Recently, they sparkle with a glimmer of hope.... or they had, but the hope had been smashed away.
Eva wears a simple silver amulet with a purplish blue stone. She is intensely protective of it and avoids answering any questions about it.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/46817147@N07/4412988688/ Her body is covered with scars, varying in size and severity. The majority of her clothing covers the majority of these scars - something Eva is deeply self conscious of.
Personality
After being on the run for a long time, taken into custody, thrown into slavery, released, and then taken into slavery again, Eva is very suspicious of strangers. She can seem very aloof and detached, but is actually spending a lot of time paying attention to others and eavesdropping. She has become very guarded and is constantly looking over her shoulder. Being covered in scars, she is extremely self conscious about them. Eva does not like to touch other people, with the exception of her beloved Alrion, and absolutely cannot stand to be touched by others.
After more than three months in the Underdark as a slave and pet to the drow Brizriia, Eva lost her mind. She believed her love, Alrion, to be dead, and gave up, resigned to her fate.
Eva is a Lazaro, which means she is inhabited by a powerful sorceress, Lazaria. Eva calls her "The Other" and will occasionally refer to her in conversation. Also, Lazaria will take over Eva's body occasionally, usually while performing some act of sorcery. Her powers are slowly being transferred to Eva so that Eva might continue her work.
She loves red wine and has a tendency to overindulge.
Equipment
Eva had lost all of her possessions upon her capture by the Guard. Since her release, she has started to accumulate items again... or had, until she was captured by the drow...
She carries a sharp knife in a holster on her belt.
She carries a worn leather pack that she stole from Thaddeus. In it she carries various items including a tattered journal, a few pens.
History
Daughter of a jewelcrafter and a sorceress, Eva grew up familiar with the finer things in life. Her father, Evan, had been commissioned to craft all of the royal jewelery and both of her parents were called in to work on special secret projects. As such, Eva was familiar to the royal family and to the elite police force known as The Guard. While her parents worked, Eva made herself a pain at the blacksmith's shop, eventually befriending the apprentice, Silas. He and Eva would sneak out into the forest and he would teach her to swordfight.
Seven years ago, however, when Eva was 18, she and Silas had been practicing out in the forest just as on any other day. The sounds of clanging metal and laughter drowned out the sounds of approaching footsteps just as it had drawn them to the teens. Without warning, Eva and Silas were surrounded by 14 members of The Guard led by Thaddeus, the king's brother. Silas, always noble, attempted to bravely extricate the two from their predicament, but Thaddeus and his friends had murder in their minds, and decided that Eva was a treat much too delicious looking to be passed by any longer. They had seen her around the village, and decided to take what they wanted before accomplishing their mission. Silas bravely fought to protect Eva's honor, and to his credit, managed to slay three of the guards, but was quickly subdued and killed as the rest of the group advanced on Eva. Without thinking, she picked up a sword and attempted to take out as many as she could before being overpowered. When it was over, Eva had killed five of the Guard. The remaining six spent hours torturing her, having their way with her, cutting into her flesh to watch her bleed, calling her by name and forcing her to beg for death. When all was said and done, Eva was inches from death, and she stared into the lifeless eyes of Silas as Thaddeus and his men left her to the wolves.
But despite all of her begging, she was not to die. Her brother, Rathos, had heard her screams. He managed to get her back to their home where her mother, Sonja, attempted to heal her wounds. Despite her gift, it took months to heal the extensive damage done to Eva. While she could have repaired the scars covering the majority of Eva’s body, she left them, telling Eva that they would give her courage. She was never the same. Her body was riddled with scars, her nights haunted by memories. Her nightmares, like her scars, never left her, however, and she would wake up screaming nightly for years. Sonja and her husband Evan conspired together to create special amulets for their children. Eva was told to promise that she would never remove the amulet, and she kept her promise.
Four years ago, Eva ventured into town on an errand. Despite her care at covering herself, she was seen and recognized by a member of the Guard - one who had been part of the group left alive. He ran to tell Thaddeus who decided that Eva was to disappear. Eva returned home, unaware of the men following her. She was captured, but somehow managed to slaughter the men who held her, before watching helplessly as her family was murdered in retaliation - her mother, father, sister Anna, and baby brother Jocham. As the Guard was about to kill Rathos, he screamed for Eva to run and kept the villains busy while she disappeared into the woods. She stayed there for three days, hidden, until she could take it no longer. She returned home and buried her family. She was unable to locate the amulets worn by her siblings – identical to hers except only for the stones. She packed a few necessities and a few valuables into a pack and ran, attempting to outrun the Guard while simultaneously attempting to locate her siblings’ amulets.
Despite her determination to never stay in one place for long, she eventually found her way to Gambit’s. For the first time since Silas was murdered, she was able to call another person ‘friend.’ But Thaddeus found her, and his men captured her. While fighting to escape capture and the subsequent incarceration, she killed a few more men, but was overpowered. Taken back to the kingdom, she was brought up for sentencing for her crimes. The King, at Thaddeus’ assistance, sentenced Eva to life as a pleasure slave to the Guard. She was fitted with irremovable slave bands, and bound to Thaddeus. Thanks to a collaborative effort, Thaddeus had been captured and power over Eva had been transferred to Drakus Flavaar, brother of Alrion. Eva admitted her love to Alrion, partially prompted by Drakus. She developed a wavering friendship with Drakus.
Attempting to assist Alrion in seeking god-hood, Eva fought against her inner fear of losing him while trying to help him acquire the objects needed to ascend. Upon his ascension, the goddess made him a demi-god. Eva was overjoyed to have him stay with her. She felt a pull to go back to her family's home, to find her parents' notes on their enchanted jewelry, in an attempt to find a way to remove the slave bands. Instead, she dug up the truth about the Lazaria. This disturbed her greatly.
The slave bands were eventually removed by the LDA at the prompting of Special Agent Marlene Angel. The procedure involved Eva being heavily drugged while the bands were removed so she wouldn't feel the pain. Unfortunately, she could still feel it, but couldn't say anything about it. She retreated into her mind and The Other gained more ability to control her.
After having found the other amulets, Eva was taken as a pet and slave to the drow Brizriia. Forced into the Underdark for a minimum of two and a half months, Eva originally contacted Alrion through the amulet around his neck... but she closed the connection one day and hadn't heard anything since. Assuming him to be dead, she became resigned to her fate, slowly sinking deep into insanity. The only light in her world were the dreams she had about Alrion, about a house with endless green fields, dotted with horses, two children running around... arm in arm with her Love... a reality that she thought would never happen.
In the Underdark, Eva and Lazaria came to rely on each other, forming a bond. Eva would have given up completely in the Underdark if she hadn't discovered she was pregnant with Alrion's child. Given a new reason to live, she prayed to one day be able to escape, which she eventually did. As soon as she climbed into the light, however, her body miscarried the child. She was, however reunited with Alrion, and slowly began to come out of the psychosis brought about by the events, even moving in with Alrion.
... and then she found out about the other women.
It broke her. She gave Alrion an ultimatum, but he refused to choose, so she chose for him, deciding that happiness for her would simply always be only a myth... Deciding that she could not spend the rest of her life feeling inadequate... knowing that the one she loved would never give himself fully to her. She met a new friend who offered to wipe her memories. Eva agreed, wanting to forget everything that had happened since she entered Gambits for the first time.
So begins...
EvaLazaro stiffens at Alrion's touch, obviously afraid of contact, but forces herself to allow it. "My apologies at the misunderstanding. Just..." she pauses, nervously looking around. "Don't ask where it came from."
“
looks at the floor. "I can't take your money... well, not much more than I need to survive." She looks around nervously. "I might just know where the other half is..." She watched his face and raised a finger to keep him from talking. "Might. All I ask from you is enough money to get me by for a few days and... well... In those few days, should something arise... I might need you to keep me from death." She shrugged and nervously looked into the fire.
”
EvaLazaro smiles at Alrion. "I might need something else, I just can't discuss that here." She hid a small yawn behind a scarred hand. It was getting late and she should find a place to camp near the hotel. She turned to the fire to soak up as much warmth as possible before turning toward the door. "Perhaps, when you're a god, you'll allow me revenge on those from the past."
EvaLazaro reaches a shaking hand to Alrion's face and brushes the tips through his hair. "I have not called anyone 'friend' in years. Please, don't make me regret it. Please, watch your back." Abruptly, she withdrew her hand, looking curiously at her own fingertips. It was the first time she had touched another person willingly since... She swallowed and turned away, hoping to escape outside before the grief swallowed her whole. "Goodnight, friend."
EvaLazaro enters the bar, wrapped tightly in her thin cloak, snowflakes clinging to her hair. She moves straight to the fire place to soak up some warmth.
EvaLazaro steps to the bar to order a drink before returning to sit next to the fireplace. Her brow furrows as she looks at her fingertips. Frostbite. Great. She absently rubs her fingertips as she stares into the fire.
EvaLazaro returns to the bar and smiles at Kibo. "Might I trouble you for another bottle of strong wine?"
“
slides some coin across the bar, passing more than necessary. "Thank you. Keep the change," she smiled, and returned to her spot near the fireplace, still unable to shake the chill from her bones.
”
EvaLazaro yawns and stretches, the heat from the fire making her sleepy. She would have to suck it up and get a room at the hotel tonight. One more night sleeping in the snow might just be the death of her. She snorted at the thought and took a large gulp of wine. If only it were that easy.
EvaLazaro the wine going to her head she turns to Colin and chuckles. "For appearing like a big bad warrior, you sure have soft knees." She clasps a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, and looks at the bottle of wine beside her. "Er... sorry... bit inebriated, I guess."
EvaLazaro drains her glass of wine and looks at the bottle. Shrugging, she sets the cup down and picks up the bottle, drinking straight from it. She was well on her way to getting plastered, why stop now? Alcohol numbs memories. As she drinks, she watches around the room with bleary eyes.
EvaLazaro looks up at Drakus as she recognizes he is speaking of her. With a grin, she lifted the bottle to him in a silent Cheers before taking another swig.
EvaLazaro , while listening to the crowd around her, noticed a tear in the skirt of her dress. Drunkenly, she reached into her pack and pulled out a little sewing kit. Biting her tongue, she attempted multiple times to thread the needle, succeeding finally on the thirtieth with a happy "Ah-ha!" She begins to start mending the hem with great concentration, frowning at the meandering stitches.
EvaLazaro winces and gasps as she accidentally rams the needle into her finger. With a sigh, she recognizes that she is too drunk to repair her wardrobe. It will have to stay ripped until she is of the proper frame of mind to fix it. Letting the needle dangle from the thread, she picks up the bottle of wine, squinting at the remaining contents. Turning to look into the fire again, she drinks pensively.
“
yawned sleepily and rose to her feet. Hefting her pack to her shoulder, she held the bottle of wine tight to her chest. She would pass the night in the snow again. Wrapping the thin cloak around her, she weaved her way to the door, throwing a careless wave over her shoulder.
”
EvaLazaro stumbles into the bar with an empty wine bottle. She had thought one bottle would be plenty to get her through the night, but it apparently was not. She weaves her way to the bar and orders another bottle.
EvaLazaro steps carefully toward the fireplace armed with a new bottle of wine and plops down on the floor ungracefully, watching the interactions around her.
EvaLazaro watches Joker with a drunken smirk on her face. She leans back against the wall and swigs deeply from the fresh bottle.
EvaLazaro pushed herself away from the wall clumsily. Wrapping her cloak about her, she decided it was once again time to try to find a place to sleep in the snow, hopefully out of the wind. For a moment she contemplated getting a room at the hotel, but decided against it. Clutching the wine bottle to her chest, she stumbled out into the freezing night.
EvaLazaro steps into the bar, her eyes squinting at the brightness of the room. Her hand strays to her forehead, trying to rub away the throbbing ache. She moves toward the fireplace, snowflakes trapped in her hair, trying to get some warmth. She sits in front of the fireplace, her head cradled in her hands.
