Post by Eve on Oct 8, 2019 3:17:41 GMT
EVE
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Eve, born Evelyn Carmichael
AGE: 26 physically, born January 18th, 1827, "died" in December 1853
RACE: Vampire
GENDER: Female, she/her
ALLIANCE: Azalea Alliance
OCCUPATION: dancer at The Rising Sun
FACE CLAIM: FKA Twigs
ORIENTATION: pansexual
RELATIONSHIPS:• Atticus Caine, coven brother, boss
PERSONALITY
DANGEROUS | IMPULSIVE | LOYAL
Eve has had a long life, but who she is now is vastly different (in some ways) than who she has been. Eve is still dangerous, lethal, a sort of graceful animal caught in the skin of comportment. Eve is empowered and a little power hungry. She dances because she has finally learned how to own her own body and find the joy within it, but she has strict rules about her performances. They tend to be unsettling, avant garde, with more contortion than a newcomer might expect. Audiences may leave a little afraid of her, but for those who don't get the memo and get too close, Eve has a quick bite and a strong jaw. Woe is to the person, male or female, who touches her without permission.Eve is given to flights of fancy and is incredibly impulsive. She has outgrown the demure and quiet ballerina days of her Victorian youth. She wears and does as she pleases, and she's not afraid to go after what she wants, even if she just tosses it away later. She gets along best with people who understand that and still come around.
There is still a part of young Eve in there yet, of the Eve who never really got to experience a childhood or have nice things. For this reason, Eve gravitates towards comforting things and people. She can be a bit clingy when she really wants to be, but she makes up for that a thousandfold in also being loyal. She would readily (and rather enjoyably) kill if asked by the right people, and Eve feels things deeply, even if emotions get a little bit twisted in her.
HISTORY
TW: Sex Work, Sexual Assault/Rape, Racism Mentions, Murder/ViolenceSabine Carmichael never expected much out of life. Herself the daughter of a poor dressmaker and a miner, her direction in life felt like it was always destined to be fallen, and fall she did. She followed a sailor to London, and like so many girls before her, she found that her sailor was a philanderer and her skills not fit to hold any true profession. She took to her mother’s footsteps and became a poor dressmaker in St. Giles. But more money was to be made in lower professions, and before she knew it, Sabine had made joined a home of ill-repute, where she made quite a draw as a “dark jewel.” A low-level lord eventually traveled through her bawd’s parlor, and the tricks of her trade failed her. Like others before her, she found herself stricken with a bastard child, made worse by its half-caste status. The child, whom she named Evelyn, was born delicate, almost sickly, and all knowing that she would surely die if housed elsewhere, it was agreed that Sabine could keep the bastard, who she loved despite her best intentions.
Even as a toddler, Evelyn seemed to have an elegance that Sabine and the other girls fawned over. This they attributed to her higher breeding, and with the law closing in on their way of life, they begged Sabine to write to Evelyn’s father, should something happen to them. It was an act of luck that, though he had passed himself, his twin sister came looking for the bastard shortly before the bawdy house was raided (the prevailing theory was that she had tipped the police off in order to obtain the child without fuss). Evie went to live with her Auntie Agnes, a spinster who enjoyed a bit of scandal. Her eldest brother thought that taking the half-caste as a ward was a social misstep, but as the attention was initially positive, he did not take any further measures.
But Auntie Aggie did not know how to raise children and ended up treating Evie more as a doll or pet than a child. Agnes spent most of her allowance on affording Evie tutors, both in academics and dance, and frilly frocks to dress her in. She taught Evie all she knew of society and quite over-powdered the girl’s face whenever she was expected to bring her into company. Eventually, as with all things, the novelty of the half-caste wore off around Evie’s tenth birthday, and people began to quietly leave Agnes’s circle. Her eldest brother finally took the opportunity to severely cut Agnes’s allowance, and having little other recourse, Agnes moved her much smaller household to a small apartment in France, where she hoped to catch the budding bohemian crowd’s attention with her bastard niece. Instead, Evie was spied by the Paris Ballet, and without other significant sources of income, Agnes begrudgingly agreed to her niece’s placement.
Evie was an almost immediate hit at the ballet, but even though she had been exposed to plenty of people in her life before, the men there frightened her on sight. Any time she spent backstage, she attempted to hide herself, watching as the men picked through her peers around her. Unbeknownst to her, they were approaching Agnes to inquire of her niece’s time. Agnes bought Evie time through extravagant claims that kept the wolves at bay, but Agnes was older and Paris did not agree with her dainty constitution. And she could save Evie’s mind or the other emaciated girls who cowered backstage before their time to dance.
Evie divided then, she thinks. Evie on the stage became a separate entity from the girl she was. The stage was a haven, all the others separated by the end and the gaslights that burned so bright she couldn’t even see them. Dance became her strength and her refuge, and her world seemed captured by measures of music. Agnes sickened when she neared sixteen, and unfortunately there was not much to keep the men from Evie. She did her best to count the measures of music in her head during that time, did her best to live in the world of twirling skirts and feathers. It was no true way to live, but it was the only way she had.
Evie grew stronger as she grew older and watched the younger dancers come to the ballet. She tried to supersede on their behalves, putting herself in front of them and making what arrangements she could to keep the worst men busy. But the attention on her waned as she came into her young twenties and grew stronger. She became more recognized for her dancing than her nubile beauty, and she joined other ballerinas on grand tours. She returned to London as a dancer, which caused quite a scandal considering the likeness of her own profession and her mother’s long-rumored one. She only toured two years until her aunt died in Paris, and Evie returned to the Paris Ballet. At the time she returned, several of the younger and poorer dancers had begun to go missing, and concerned for the younger dancers, Evie started investigating.
Her trail led her to influential men who definitely did not want their secrets exposed. The more enmeshed in their scheme she became, the more dangerous it became. The younger girls stopped going missing, but Evie was cornered one night after a show. She was dragged into the catacombs beneath Paris, but she did not die. She did not know how it happened or who did it, but instead of dying, she awoke three days later, stronger than ever.
And hungry.
She spent the next year as a creature of darkness, finding that the sun hurt her skin and not daring to go back to the Ballet. Instead, she hunted the men who had exposed their true natures to her, and she feasted. For the first time in her life, her belly was truly full – of blood but full the same. She became more animal, the grace of the stage all but left behind, and hunted in the night. Men fell beneath her hand, some that deserved it and some that didn't. It didn't really make a difference to her. Nobility was a luxury she could no longer afford.
But that was a lonely life. Eventually, within the catacombs, someone who felt like her found her, and his kindness was more than she felt she deserved. Atticus Caine had asked her name, but at that point, she was unsure. She was not Evelyn nor was she Evie. She was something new, something ancient and angry and hungry. She was Eve, of the first sin.
At first, it was rough going to realign herself to society's standards or even appear to. The world outside the catacombs was too bright and too loud and too...too human. In the faces of the men they passed, she saw others, and her need to rend them apart was barely in check. No one was allowed to touch her, not even Atticus. Her boundaries were thick and drawn in the blood of those who crossed them. In time, that really hasn't lessened. Even in the time after, when she allowed people near to her, it was very much on her own terms. But once Eve made the choice and was helped back to humanity, she hasn't left Atticus's side since. She feels she owes a great debt to him, one that she can never repay, and so she has followed him, serving in whatever capacity she might be useful.
With time, Eve has also come to feel more comfortable in her body. She began to take control of herself and her own sexuality. It started with dancing first, where her muscles formed into the old shapes and learned more so easily. The power, the intensity. She felt so unlike Evelyn anymore, and so she pushed forward. For the first time in her life and undeath, she began to genuinely open her bed and her arms to others. It was not an act of love; at first, it was only about power. It was about proving to herself that she could do it without retreating into the animal. And she could.
Coming to New Orleans with Atticus was a natural conclusion, just as was dancing at his bar. She is still adjusting to the idea of so many supernaturals around her, but she finds the idea comforting rather than suffocating. Eve is not sure that she can ever stomach to put down roots somewhere, but New Orleans brings up the possibility.
PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER ALIAS: bree
PLAYER AGE: 24
PLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her
OTHER CHARACTERS: Temperance J. Devereaux , Margot Claire Anders , Calder Seaton
PLAYER AGE: 24
PLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her
OTHER CHARACTERS: Temperance J. Devereaux , Margot Claire Anders , Calder Seaton
