Basic Stuffs
Name: Evadne Myre
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-two
Profession: Blade for hire
Physical Stuffs
Height: “No.” She’s taller than your average human woman.
Weight: “No.” She’s tall and muscular so probably heavy.
Body Build: Just slightly on the heavy side, but made of toned muscle.
Skin: Pale.
Hair: What hair? She has black eyebrows.
Eyes: Green
Scars: Too many to count, both mental and physical. They crisscross over her face and body.
Other Stuffs
Gear: The two things she never lets go of are her swords. Both roughly five feet in length and all black, one with a spiked pommel.
SheÂ’s a stoic. So much so, that many have mistaken her for just another heartless mercenary in it for the coin. Part of that comes from her background. A rough life has left her with some slight trust issues. That isnÂ’t to say she wonÂ’t warm up to anyone, however.
“Eight years. Eight years I spent wearing that damned collar, serving that bitch of an Elf.”
“How did you escape?”
She cracks a little smile. But thereÂ’s no mirth or joy in it.
“I killed her. Killed her guard, her lover. I killed her children. No one to chase me.”
“…You killed them all?”
“She kept me in her chambers. Used me like a toy. I made sure she died slowly. That she suffered like I did. Killing her lover was easy. With his own knife. The children…easier. The hardest part was killing her. I couldn’t decide how to start. So I went with her ears. Sliced them off and held them up for her to see. Her fingers were next. Ohhh those fingers. They were beautiful, slender things. Not a callous or scratch. I took her eyes then. She screamed and begged. I enjoyed it. Carved that pretty face up like she carved mine. I still have her ears. Do you want to see them?”
“…I…I think we’re done now. Please, get some rest…sister. I love you.”
Evadne Myre
