Eve Blacksoul - a gateway to madness
Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:56 am
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First Name:Eve
Last Name:Blacksoul
Appearance:
Race:Tiefling
Age:26
Height: 1,62 m
Weight: 57 kg
Eyes:Pure white, looks as if she was blind, but she has perfect sight
Hair:Long, black hair
Facial Hair Style:Of course none! She's a pretty lady
Personality Profile:
Eve is a liar. A cute liar, but a liar nonetheless. Most of what she does is just an act to either divert attention from something she wants to do or even to entertain herself. The only times she would be her true self would be either the split second before she kills somebody, as she stares at him coldly, or when she admires the dead, with a wide smile across her face. But... but you would always belive little Eve, wouldn't you, sir? Tehee~
General Health:She's in good health, just not mentally
Deity:Illmater (forced), after growing up she turned to Bhaal
Initial Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Profession:Wizard
Base Class & Proposed Development:Due to her interest in magic as a whole, the more powerful the better, she would gain levels in blood magus, Arcane Scholar of Candlekeep and Archmage
Habits/Hobbies:Spreading love, pain, torment and blood all over the realms
Languages:Common, Undercommon, Arcane, Draconic, Infernal, Abyssal, Sylvan
Weapon of Choice:Knives, daggers, crossbows
Background:
Her story begins in a small orphanage, ran by two poor but rather kind hearted sisters of Illmater.
Eve's mother never wanted her, she didn't want to raise that... that THING, but she couldn't bring herself to kill her only daughter either. The sisters found the baby crying at the doorstep and, as always, took her in. It wasn't too long before they found out the other children were not as demon-loving and Eve had a very hard time growing up and not being bullied to death by the older children. Her skin was wierd, she had scary eyes and horns... the children had to do something about that, didn't they?
The next night, the Sisters of Illmater have been woken up by a loud scream in the garden. As they ran there they noticed crying Eve and two older boys with what seemed to be a gardening tool. Eve's horns were gone and she was bleeding. The sisters took care of the little Eve as best they could and brought her back to health, but the horns would never grow back. As years passed Eve's blood spoke to her. She was told many times she's human, she's normal and that she can act and behave like any other person, but the girl felt it's not true. Every time she looked at someone she couldn't help but wonder how he would like with his head twisted 180 degrees, or without his arms or legs. She had a knack for getting into trouble and it wasn't long before she made the sisters regret ever taking her in in the first place. "That child has a black soul" she often heard, enough times to actually be used in stead of her name even. She couldn't help but enjoy it, because she new each time she heard it, that it was because she did something bad.
When she was 7 years old the orphanage was visited by an older wizard. The man was looking for something, or someone, but as he was leaving he noticed Eve, sitting in the garden and reading. The thing that occupied his attention was that is no ordinary children's book. It was an arcane scroll. "How in the world did you get your hands on this, child..?" he asked. The girl completely ignored his question, in turn showing him the scroll. "Can you tell me what this thing here means...? I can tell this one is something like..." and before the man could tell, he spent another two hours sitting there and explaining the scroll to the little girl. It was the moment that Eve's fate turned around. She found a father.
The next years passed on harsh studies and even though Eve's father was demanding of her, she loved spending time with books and spells, especially since she seemed to have a talent for this sort of thing. The man was marveled by how fast she learned from him and the story could possibly end right here and then if not for one night.
Bandits. A lot of them. They raided the mage's home and plundered it's treasures, even though most of them had died to the wizard's arcane traps, they managed to get into the inner chambers and even kill Eve's benefactor. Only thing that saved her from immenent death was the fact she was away for several days, but when she came back, she couldn't help but cry at her loss. She found something though, something you wouldn't expect from a regular bandit raid. On a table near the corpse of her father was a book, with a dagger on top, covered in blood of the wizard. The book told the story of Bhaal, the god of murder, how he came to be and what he represented. Eve started to read. As often, she got lost in thought, imagining the places and people, forgetting the world around her, with each passing moment she could feel her blood boil. Eve was free, for the first time in her life, there was nothing to stop her now, nobody to guide her... except for this one book. And she had not the will to resist it's temptation. She new what had to be done. What every good person would do in her place... on one hand was revenge for the murder of her father, a crusade of righteousness... on the other hand was freedom. Eve stopped to think of it for a moment. It was freedom she never knew, always wanted and it was at the streach of her arm. Only thing she had to do was seperate herself from her past, that's what she thought.
The girl burried the only person who looked at her with a kind eye and returned. Back to the place the story began, the orphanage, it was still there, still a small, wooden hut. She was there, in front of it after all these years. It was night. She muttered the incantation for a fire spell and looked coldly as the place of her childhood burned. She heard screams as the door opened and people tried to run out only to be devoured by flames moments after.
After all these years of traveling, Eve still regrets the decision she made that day.
She regrets she didn't make them bleed instead!
Goals:She likes simple things. Pretty dresses, pretty flowers, pretty people screaming, beautiful death, tasty blood, she only wants to have more of it all, and she wants others to be able to enjoy it as much as she does
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Perhaps slightly disproportional to her stature, but she has a breast size worth mention.
Eve really hates carrion crawlers and any other worms... ewwww~
She likes drinking blood, only because she likes the taste. Often she gathers blood of her victims in vials to save for later.
She acts like a happy go lucky most of the time, often seeming incredibly STUPID, but that's just because she's having fun.
Eve also recently began writing a journal of her own, it can be viewed here:
http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=27185
First Name:Eve
Last Name:Blacksoul
Appearance:
Race:Tiefling
Age:26
Height: 1,62 m
Weight: 57 kg
Eyes:Pure white, looks as if she was blind, but she has perfect sight
Hair:Long, black hair
Facial Hair Style:Of course none! She's a pretty lady
Personality Profile:
Eve is a liar. A cute liar, but a liar nonetheless. Most of what she does is just an act to either divert attention from something she wants to do or even to entertain herself. The only times she would be her true self would be either the split second before she kills somebody, as she stares at him coldly, or when she admires the dead, with a wide smile across her face. But... but you would always belive little Eve, wouldn't you, sir? Tehee~
General Health:She's in good health, just not mentally
Deity:Illmater (forced), after growing up she turned to Bhaal
Initial Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Profession:Wizard
Base Class & Proposed Development:Due to her interest in magic as a whole, the more powerful the better, she would gain levels in blood magus, Arcane Scholar of Candlekeep and Archmage
Habits/Hobbies:Spreading love, pain, torment and blood all over the realms
Languages:Common, Undercommon, Arcane, Draconic, Infernal, Abyssal, Sylvan
Weapon of Choice:Knives, daggers, crossbows
Background:
Her story begins in a small orphanage, ran by two poor but rather kind hearted sisters of Illmater.
Eve's mother never wanted her, she didn't want to raise that... that THING, but she couldn't bring herself to kill her only daughter either. The sisters found the baby crying at the doorstep and, as always, took her in. It wasn't too long before they found out the other children were not as demon-loving and Eve had a very hard time growing up and not being bullied to death by the older children. Her skin was wierd, she had scary eyes and horns... the children had to do something about that, didn't they?
The next night, the Sisters of Illmater have been woken up by a loud scream in the garden. As they ran there they noticed crying Eve and two older boys with what seemed to be a gardening tool. Eve's horns were gone and she was bleeding. The sisters took care of the little Eve as best they could and brought her back to health, but the horns would never grow back. As years passed Eve's blood spoke to her. She was told many times she's human, she's normal and that she can act and behave like any other person, but the girl felt it's not true. Every time she looked at someone she couldn't help but wonder how he would like with his head twisted 180 degrees, or without his arms or legs. She had a knack for getting into trouble and it wasn't long before she made the sisters regret ever taking her in in the first place. "That child has a black soul" she often heard, enough times to actually be used in stead of her name even. She couldn't help but enjoy it, because she new each time she heard it, that it was because she did something bad.
When she was 7 years old the orphanage was visited by an older wizard. The man was looking for something, or someone, but as he was leaving he noticed Eve, sitting in the garden and reading. The thing that occupied his attention was that is no ordinary children's book. It was an arcane scroll. "How in the world did you get your hands on this, child..?" he asked. The girl completely ignored his question, in turn showing him the scroll. "Can you tell me what this thing here means...? I can tell this one is something like..." and before the man could tell, he spent another two hours sitting there and explaining the scroll to the little girl. It was the moment that Eve's fate turned around. She found a father.
The next years passed on harsh studies and even though Eve's father was demanding of her, she loved spending time with books and spells, especially since she seemed to have a talent for this sort of thing. The man was marveled by how fast she learned from him and the story could possibly end right here and then if not for one night.
Bandits. A lot of them. They raided the mage's home and plundered it's treasures, even though most of them had died to the wizard's arcane traps, they managed to get into the inner chambers and even kill Eve's benefactor. Only thing that saved her from immenent death was the fact she was away for several days, but when she came back, she couldn't help but cry at her loss. She found something though, something you wouldn't expect from a regular bandit raid. On a table near the corpse of her father was a book, with a dagger on top, covered in blood of the wizard. The book told the story of Bhaal, the god of murder, how he came to be and what he represented. Eve started to read. As often, she got lost in thought, imagining the places and people, forgetting the world around her, with each passing moment she could feel her blood boil. Eve was free, for the first time in her life, there was nothing to stop her now, nobody to guide her... except for this one book. And she had not the will to resist it's temptation. She new what had to be done. What every good person would do in her place... on one hand was revenge for the murder of her father, a crusade of righteousness... on the other hand was freedom. Eve stopped to think of it for a moment. It was freedom she never knew, always wanted and it was at the streach of her arm. Only thing she had to do was seperate herself from her past, that's what she thought.
The girl burried the only person who looked at her with a kind eye and returned. Back to the place the story began, the orphanage, it was still there, still a small, wooden hut. She was there, in front of it after all these years. It was night. She muttered the incantation for a fire spell and looked coldly as the place of her childhood burned. She heard screams as the door opened and people tried to run out only to be devoured by flames moments after.
After all these years of traveling, Eve still regrets the decision she made that day.
She regrets she didn't make them bleed instead!
Goals:She likes simple things. Pretty dresses, pretty flowers, pretty people screaming, beautiful death, tasty blood, she only wants to have more of it all, and she wants others to be able to enjoy it as much as she does
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Perhaps slightly disproportional to her stature, but she has a breast size worth mention.
Eve really hates carrion crawlers and any other worms... ewwww~
She likes drinking blood, only because she likes the taste. Often she gathers blood of her victims in vials to save for later.
She acts like a happy go lucky most of the time, often seeming incredibly STUPID, but that's just because she's having fun.
Eve also recently began writing a journal of her own, it can be viewed here:
http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=27185
