Eva Loewenherz
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Forged and raised by the fire of the Ala Mhigan revolution and the rebellion after, left Eva no choice but to adapt to the time. Having her first real combat experience just by the tender age of nine, by carrying shells around while the world around seemed to go up in flames made this her 'normal'. Now after the Storm, she finds herself at loss. There is no life to live, just endless wandering in search for the next battle. A professional through and trough, she will accept any mission for the right pay, no matter the contractor. A tool has no right to question its use right? But in the afternoon of her life, slowly approaching the twilight she begins to get melancholic about the life she had to throw aside.
Shoulder-long golden hair, drawn back to reveal a scared sharp face with the sly expression and the freckles to match. There are some wrinkles here and there, given she is no longer a teenager and all this time in the sun, make her appear slightly older then she is. Some keen eyes might even spot the first traces of gray in her locks, but the feature that draws are the pale blue eyes. The eyes of an all-knowing hunter, scanning and calculating every bit of information that reaches them. She is slightly taller than your average Miqo'te, her frame slim but highly athletic. While her face might start to look like its glory days lie a bit behind, her athletic abilities are still at their peak. All of that is neatly wrapped up in practical clothing but fashionable, a soldier has to dress formally to stick out of the sea of mercenaries after all.
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Being a soldier all her life, certainly took its toll on her. Always aware, always on edge and somewhat detached from anything going on and society as a whole. In her own words, she stopped being alive a long time ago and what you see now is the echo of a person haunting a hired gun. Every day blurs with the last, the professional cold soldier and hitman seem more than just a front. Perhaps a mask to hide behind or a support to keep the ruins from collapse, for certain is that this life is all she has. It is all there is, all that will ever be there. That is something she firmly believes, with that come more bewildering concepts of loyalty and existence. Eva trusts people as long as it takes for her to shoot them, everyone is the enemy. All it takes is a word or the flip of a coin, even if that worldview borders on paranoia, she is awfully contempt with it. It seems the made her peace with that fact long ago, there is no worry or doubt just acceptance. But now after the war is over and there seems to be no place for her, she reflects on what her life was and what it could have been. Just walking away singing seems alluring, but maybe she could try for once not be the villain in someone's story.
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