Evelina Salvatore
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■ NICKNAMES: Eve, Evie ■ ALIASES: Surname: Blackwood, Claire Deveraux, Evelyn Price, Lia Morelli ■ RACE & CLAN: Hyur Midlander ■ GENDER: Female ■ AGE: 28 ■ NATIONALITY: Ishgard ■ ORIENTATION: Straight ■ MARITAL STATUS: Single |
■ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ishgard ■ OCCUPATION: Bartender - Smuggler - Outlaw - Medic ■ PATRON DEITY: Halone ■ ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good [1] |
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Height: 5 fulms 10 ilms
Weight: 135 ponz
Complexion: Sun-browned
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Amber
Tattoo: There is an exquisite and detailed black tattoo upon her neck, depicting a raven in flight.
Scars: The odd nicks and healed gashes can be seen here or there, upon her cheeks or arms. The most prominent scar but certainly not easily discerned due to her tendency to keep covered, is the wretched brand of an 'S' burned into the flesh of her lower back.
Confidence, this young woman was absolutely brimming with it. Tall and regal, she bore a gait that bespoke of utmost precision, hips swaying just so in a sensual manner yet appearing akin to that of a majestic prowl. Sharp, angular features portrayed a countenance befitting that of high birth, softened only by full, supple lips and the thick, dark lashes that framed her vibrant amber eyes. Deepest of raven locks were often held fast, bound into a thick tail, or braided intricately to keep her vision clear, complementing the delicate, sun-kissed complexion of her skin. Her gaze, reminiscent of the most feral of creatures, beheld a certain scrutiny, sharp, daunting but not without its own sense of intrigue, easily offset by the audacious grin that found her lips quite frequently.
As fair and as striking as she might be, beautiful in her own right, such qualities were no more than mere trivialities in comparison to the arsenal comprised of her livelihood. Every piece had its rhyme or reason, its own place and its own specific purpose. Her long, lean form had been outfitted in disparate pieces of banded leather and cloth, composed of various belts and sashes, some transfixed with an outer layer of filigree that spoke volumes of its origin, exquisite in make with its silver embellishments and sylvan motifs upon backdrops of shadow in hues of black and red. While detailed the armor appears soft and supple, worn well over time and despite the close fit it seems to be comfortable, allowing for ease of movement. A retinue of weapons often accompanied her, varying in purpose as well as shapes and sizes. A pair of small blades were fitted within her armor, a sheath hidden within the leathers, the hilts crafted just so to blend with the meticulous detailing. Upon her hips rested a pair of fine crafted daggers, further accompanied by an impeccable long barrel pistol. Each weapon was crafted expertly, just as detailed and exquisite as her attire, etched and embellished and handled with great care. Beneath the armor her skin was marked by the faintest hint of scarring, along the curve of her collarbone and the odd nicks or pink lines about her arms, any additional scars remained hidden from sight.
While not one to speak often she is not afraid to voice her thoughts, however blunt and sarcastic they may come across. Her voice is very soft and subtle, of a natural husky quality that is both alluring and sweet despite her attitude. The subtle aroma of spice clings to her, along with an uncommon but sweet floral hint, joined in a strange harmony with maintained leather and alcohol.
Life among her people taught Evelina to fight, scrape and kick for everything and steal what was not willfully given. There was no time for rest, only for training and work that needed doing. This constant action and movement has instilled in her a certain level of discomfort if she remains in any one place for too long. Circumstances of her history often leave her pensive and suspicious, unwilling to trust easily though she puts on a good face.
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ArmamentsLongknives: An exquisite pair of identical blades graced her hips, formed of an impeccable ebon steel, etched and carved with intricate silver detailing upon the flat. The handles were woven and lined with fine black leather intertwined with silver filigree and the pommels shaped into unfurled raven wings.
Personal EffectsAn Old Compass: Fashioned of silver, the old compass appeared well worn, with scuffs and dents marring its surface and allowing once pristine carvings and details to fade. Every once in a while the needle will stop pointing in the right direction, but a well placed smack on a table or other hard surface will generally correct any issues.
●Savona Drake: Evelina came across the young soldier during her nights as a bartender, serving the woman and her comrades after a day of hard work. She paid witness to the subtle cruelties of her kin and sought to take the girl under her wing and look after her in her own way. While they are still merely acquaintances to some, Eve knows that Savona is one of the most upstanding and trustworthy people she has ever met.
Characters:List of characters that I also roleplay:
Audio Inspiration:Often-times music will inspire a storyline or remind me of a character and as such I will link some of my favorites here whenever I come across them. Enjoy!
Annotations:This template is composed of elements created and modified by the following: Rihxo Matoi with the help of Nanagi Nagi and has pieces from the templates of Unnamed Mercenary, Roen Deneith, Cyrus Wolfe, and Coatleque Crofte as well as N'hadiya Khei, originally adapted from Bancroft Gairn, Xheja Rajhera, Atreus del Alumet, Suen Shyu, Glioca Sargonnai, D'lyhhia Lhuil, Faye Covington.
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