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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 24, 2018 8:44:22 GMT
Cat’s hunting was a sight to behold. Like most cats, he likes to play with his food, but unlike most cats his strikes are coordinated to be just as disabling as they need to and extremely painful, leaving the animal with an intense urge to get away, but no ability to do so. He leaves them suffering for as long as possible until they can’t move anymore, and then and only then does he eat them, preferably while they’re still alive. Cat and Evelyn really were made for each other.
She smiled as a woman ran up to the scene, attempting to put an end to it. A low chuckle rose in her throat as she moved to pick up Cat, who was still very much preoccupied with his living toy. ”You don’t want to do that.” she said in her monotone with a hint of amusement.
As soon as the woman picked up Cat, he let loose a series of wild hisses and growls, thrashing about with his claws in a series of coordinated strikes, aiming for the face and the eyes with his front claws, kicking at her stomach with his back, biting her hands with his strong jaws and sharp teeth, ignoring all her words of kindness and attempts to clean him.
”He’s hunting.” she said. ”It’s rude to interrupt Cat when he’s hunting.”
She looked down at the pigeon. Twitching. Still alive but just barely.
”Put him down, let him eat.” she said. ”And for your own safety.”
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 24, 2018 8:04:09 GMT
There was a very important question Evelyn had to ask herself. Why wasn’t she dead yet? If he wanted, this man could’ve killed her in an instant. So why hadn’t he? Dark skin. Glasgowman’s gang was white. Not that that was his fault, according to him, “people just tend ta keep to their own in that regard.” Although she doubted the philosophy of the other gang members was so neutral when it came to race. So he must be hired help. Direct hired help, from the man himself. She’d always thought he’d try to kill her if he found the chance. She didn’t think, or at least didn’t like to think, that he’d want her back. The thought made her muscles tense, but she didn’t show an ounce of distress on her face. She never would, not for him.
She leapt to her feet before almost falling down again. She pressed her hand to the back of her head. It came back wet. Blood. She felt dizzy, there were black dots at the edge of her vision. She stomped her foot, willing herself into consciousness. She focused on her environment, forcing herself into reality
So she was Yakuza. That made sense. The training, the knack for violence. Not an assumption she would leap to, but a piece that fit the puzzle.
He sensed her appearance behind him without her even making a noise. His powers were wind based, maybe he could sense differences in air pressure or density. If he could manipulate wind, he would have to, making it extremely difficult to perform a surprise attack.
Evelyn saw the woman disappear before hitting the window, then the top of her head appear behind the bar a few seconds later. She must’ve gone somewhere. And she returned. What stakes did she have in this fight? Whatever, no time to look a gift horse in the mouth.
If the man could sense everything around him, then it would have to be the not-so-simple task of diverting his attention. Enough that one or both of them could get the jump on him. And so far he’d demonstrated that he could only control one gust of wind at a time. She had a plan, but first, a test. She took at defensive stance, knives in each hand, and stared the man down intensely.
He grinned, “Come on. Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.”
She heard Axel dramatically yawn beside her, “Boo! So cliche.” His words made her smirk inwardly, instilling her with confidence..
“Get ready.” She said in Japanese. The man frowned. Good, so he couldn’t understand the language. They could coordinate. And whether she liked it or not they would have to. At least for her sake. “As soon as I run, appear close behind him and shoot him.” She commanded in Japanese, quickly reaching into her pocket to exchange the blade in her left hand for a more effective throwing knife. “Nonlethally disable him.” She added before she charged at the man, blades ready, looking as if she intended to stab him. As soon as she felt the air pressure change, she tossed the throwing knife in his direction. She was promptly slammed into a table, her ribs getting the brunt of the force, the wind knocked out of her. As expected, another gust of wind quickly blew the knife in a wildly different direction, much less directed and organized than his previous misdirection. He was getting flustered. The knife had thrown him off, diverting all his attention towards it. She just hoped the other woman would be smart enough to follow her directions.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 23, 2018 9:02:31 GMT
Knives were Evelyn’s passion. Well, she had many passions, but knives were the culmination of her various intense interests. Danger, obviously; engineering, while blades and hilts may seem simple, there is an art to their combination; deduction, to effectively throw and/or wield a knife, you must take into account the wind, the environment, the opponent's weak points, etc.; challenge, to be brandishing a knife over a gun demonstrates that you have skill and requires much more thought and maneuvering to effectively incapacitate your target than a firearm; and finally, power, to feel a blade sink into someone’s flesh, to drain the blood from their body, to end a life, is the most satisfying feeling in the world, to know completely and fully that you are better than them, that you have defeated them.
Evelyn had been using knives for a very long time.
Thus, when the woman attempted to block her strike to her shoulder, Evelyn was prepared. She could gage this woman’s strength by the mass of her muscles, she could guess how fast she might move. She couldn’t gage her reflexes, but she assumed with the amount of training she’d had they’d be fairly sharp, so when her hand hit her wrist, she simply repositioned her knife and aimed to sink it into the back of her hand. Although she was disappointed the woman had only been hit with the hilt and not the blade itself, seeing blood pouring from both her hands would somewhat make up for it.
Her hopes were dashed when the woman grabbed her arm and twisted it. This was no problem, she and Axel had practiced this move a thousand times. In fact, being the female of the two, with smaller stature and lesser natural strength, this had been Evelyn’s go-to move when they were fighting. Axel quickly learn to adapt, leaping into the air to twist with it. The leap was unnecessary, he could’ve just twisted his body, but he was always the show-off. She had seen him do it enough that she could emulate it with little effort. She leapt a full three-sixty, twisting tightly in the air before landing deftly on her feet. She considered it a small victory, but nothing compared to the defeat of a blood-less blade. She was even more disappointed when she saw the woman had teleported a good six feet away from her (although felt some small satisfaction when she winced, landing on her injured foot). She didn’t like these new rules, these metahumans, she hadn’t quite adapted, and she hated that, she hated that she hadn’t caught up yet, but she would, and she would soon.
She was about to make her next move when she heard a loud applause. She smirked inwardly as the woman’s attention was diverted. This was the perfect opportunity. Still, she had to address this mysterious spectator, analyze him, provoke him, see what she could deduce. She could multitask. ”You want to join?" she asked the man as she unleashed the blade from her foot and ran at the woman full force before making a leaping kick, aiming to jam her blade into the woman's knee.
Suddenly, she was blasted backwards by huge, concentrated gust of wind. Briefly, the sleeves of her jacket were blown back as well as the legs of her pants, revealing the numerous, twisted scars covering her skin and the metal that used to be her leg. He clicked his tongue as she landed on her bottom, her back slamming into the wall. “Boy, he really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Her fingers, at least those that remained, grew cold, her face grew numb, but her expression didn’t move. “And they were right, your face didn’t move, you didn’t even flinch, impressive.”
Mind blank, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a throwing knife, and threw it at the man. With what must’ve been superhuman reflexes, he conjured another gust of wind to redirect the knife towards the woman.
“I fucking hate metahumans.” Axel seethed, with anger in his voice she’d only heard a scare few times before.
Evelyn would have to agree.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 22, 2018 0:15:32 GMT
She felt an immense amount of satisfaction as her foot landed on the woman’s, if only she had nerves in her leg so she could feel the impact. She would smile if she weren’t so angry. She managed to get her foot free just as Evelyn launched herself backwards, and again, a wave of satisfaction hit her has her blades sunk into flesh. She couldn’t feel it, but she was well acquainted with the sound.
The woman turned to run, and she poised to follow. Her heart was pounding, and despite her little paranoia fit, this was it, this was the fight she was looking for. Her anger melted. The fight was on. Before she could celebrate too much, she felt a sudden blow to the side of her head, she had to brace herself against the wall to avoid falling. The vision in her eye went blurry briefly, but quickly recovered. ”Why didn’t we train to fight people with superpowers?” She asked Axel in Axevian, monotone and blank expression returned.
Axel laughed. “Hey, if we could’ve found people with superpowers when we were younger, don’t you think we’d go and fight them immediately?” He replied. “Besides, you’re always looking for a challenge. Well, here you go.”
He was right. Here she was, the perfect challenge. A metahuman. A chance to prove that she was innately better than her, than all of them. She mentally flipped through the knives stored in her leg, settling on a curved combat knife, and tossed the blade in her left hand to her right so she could reach into her pocket and pull out the new one. Swiftly turning towards the woman, she used her momentum to try to slice open her stomach with the curved blade while burying her other knife into her shoulder.
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Jun 21, 2018 10:51:30 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 21, 2018 10:51:30 GMT
Cat didn’t like the city. All these buildings without bark for his claws to dig in to, all these people around to piss him off. Well maybe he liked that part, he always seemed to get some kind of power trip when he scared people off with his harsh growls and ear splitting hiss (his clipped ear and numerous scars made this even more effective). Still, he always seemed agitated in the city, he obviously preferred the comfort of the wilderness. Yet, he follows Evelyn into the city nearly every time she goes. It makes her smile on the inside, and on the outside too, when people can’t see.
It was slightly overcast, and the sun was gently peeking through the slowly growing cracks in the clouds. She walked with her head down, hood up, but with confidence. Cat trailed behind her, beside her, sometimes in front of her, pausing to hiss at any passersby. He would sometimes get distracted with a bug, deftly snatch it, eat it up, and catch back up with her.
Eventually, she came across a quaint little bench sitting under the comfortable shade of a tree upon which sat a little old lady with her glasses scrutinizing the daily crossword, mindlessly throwing seeds from a paper bag to a group of pigeons. Evelyn smirked inwardly, and sat down beside her. The woman glanced sideways at Evelyn. She did a double take when she saw her face, but she didn’t say anything.
“Amrita.” She said after a moment of silence.
“Huh?” Asked the old woman.
“Thirty-nine across, Hindu beverage of immortality, amrita.”
“Oh, uh, thank you.” She grumbled, slightly annoyed, writing down the answer.
Evelyn saw Cat approaching in the distance. Her inward smile grew. “Editing.”
The woman simply grunted.
“Eight across, emulating Max Perkins.”
She hummed, annoyed, but nonetheless wrote the answer down and tossed another batch of seeds towards the birds.
Cat suddenly ran up and pounced on one of the pigeons, slicing open its wing with his claws. It attempted to fly away, but simply leapt and fell awkwardly to the ground on its side. Evelyn smiled outwardly this time, this smile being only for Cat. Her smile widened at the woman’s horrified gasp. Cat tackled the bird, sinking his claws into it, and with his teeth tearing off one of its legs. The woman quickly gathered her things and made a hasty retreat. Evelyn chuckled. Again, Cat let the bird go, delighting in its struggle before attacking it again. God, she loved this cat.
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Jun 19, 2018 23:42:11 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 19, 2018 23:42:11 GMT
Shit. She was one of them. Evelyn hated metahumans for altogether petty reasons. Before the Event, as people seemed to be calling it, she and Axel were special. They were extraordinary. They were the closest one could come to having powers that the world, as it was, would ever know. But now, any asshole with a bit of luck could be “special.” It made her feel insignificant. Still, she told herself, the others weren’t truly special. She and Axel were born this way. They were one of a kind (two of a kind). No one else in the world was special like them. The others were all just lucky.
It also gave her a very unpleasant thought. Was he recruiting metahumans now? He must be. They would be highly desirable in his business. Especially after she had taken out so many of them, he must be bulking up on security. And then there was that other creeping thought that had been occasionally peaking its ugly head into her mind. What if he was a metahuman now? God, she really didn’t want to think about that.
Evelyn’s muscles tensed when she felt the woman’s hands grab her arm and push it against her back. Her mind went blank. All she could feel was his hand on her arm, his hand squeezing into her flesh, knife ready, blowtorch at had. She let out a primal growl, her constant stoic face twisting into something angry and animalistic.
She took her metal leg, heavier than the one made of flesh and bone, and slammed it down in the woman’s foot, attempting to break some bones. Then she unsheathed the knives on the metallic fingers of the arm pressed against her back, and pushed off the wall with her other hand, ramming herself backwards, attempting to impale the woman with her thin but long and razor-sharp blades.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 18, 2018 3:56:18 GMT
Hm. That was telling, but disappointingly swift. She was hoping for more of a game. More foreplay, so to speak. If a sober person gets into a bar fight just for fun, one would expect a bit more fun. Maybe it was her training. Some are taught to end a fight as quickly as possible. That’s never how she trained with Axel. Her fight was well done, admirable, but still disappointing.
“I thought it was kinda hot.” Axel grinned, appearing beside her, hands behind his head.
”Oh shut up.” Evelyn replied in Axevian, the twins’ secret language, the corner of her lip twitching into a smile for a split second. Axel laughed. ”You’re disgusting.”
The woman apologized. She must be aware of her invasive hijacking. Still, Evelyn couldn’t help but feel annoyed. ”That was my fight.” She said in complete monotone switching back to English, staring into the woman’s eyes, her face a blank slate. She took a step towards her. Japanese accent, very local, she must have grown up there. Her voice was impaired, the knife must’ve damaged her vocal cords. With a cut that deep, she must be lucky to be alive. Evelyn felt some amount of scorn towards her for letting someone get that close until she remembered her own body.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bartender pulling out her phone, nervous, no doubt attempting to call the police. Without shifting her gaze, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small throwing knife. She deftly tossed it at the bartender. It lodged itself in her neck. She sputtered a bit as she clutched her neck and blood spilled out of her mouth before she collapsed on the ground. ”If anyone tries to call the police, I’ll do the same to you.” She said raising her voice slightly, but only slightly.
Then a thought entered her mind. An unpleasant one. What was this woman doing here? This trained, skilled fighter; what were the chances of running into her? What if- She felt his eyes looking at her, gray like storms, and that absolute shit-eating grin. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another knife, a much larger one, one made for hands-on cutting. She charged at the woman, moving to pin her against the wall and press the knife to her throat. ”What are you doing here? Did he send you?” She asked frantically as she quickly advanced towards her. While her voice still monotonous, one could detect a hint of anger creeping in her voice, and maybe even fear.
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Jun 16, 2018 20:57:04 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 16, 2018 20:57:04 GMT
Evelyn stood still, waiting as the man charged at her and let him drunkenly throw the first punch. She easily ducked under it and delivered a swift and precise uppercut to his abdomen. He keeled over. She hummed in frustration. This was too easy. Her mistake. He must’ve been too drunk. ”Come on.” She goaded, not an iota of emotion in her voice. He growled, and swung another punch in her direction. While his punches were powerful, they were sloppy, and again, she easily dodged out of the way.
Where were his friends? They should be joining him by now. She looked over his shoulder just in time to see a glass smash over one of their heads. The woman then kicked the other man in the crotch. She hummed again. Low move, she thought as she dodged another punch. She tended to avoid a man’s natural weak spot when fighting unless the circumstances were particularly dire. Too easy, and typically ended the fight too quickly. Second, this was her brawl. While it wasn’t too uncommon for other people to join in on her bar fights, it was usually because they were drunk, but this woman wasn’t drunk, her moves were too precise. No, this was simply someone hijacking her fight.
She waited for the man to throw another punch so she could grab his arm and twist it. He yelled, but it was nothing compared to the sound he made when she smashed his arm against the side of the bar. There was a loud crack. Fracture in the radius, compound fracture in the ulna. The bone was sticking out of the skin. He he keeled over again and held his arm to his chest. Evelyn sighed, she was getting bored of this fight. She used her metal leg to deliver a roundhouse kick to the face, pushing glass further into his head and knocking him out.
She went over to his friends, simply strolled. She wasn’t quite getting the adrenaline high she was hoping for. It would’ve been better if it wasn’t for this woman. She kept her eye on her as she made her way towards them. She was small, but powerful, with specifically toned muscles. She was trained. Must’ve been for many years. Scar on her neck. She’d been in fights before, ones much more dangerous than this. Maybe she’d provide a much better opponent. Of course, she’d have to get rid of the other two first.
She grabbed a bottle of liquor, a full one this time with heavy glass, and slammed it against the first man’s head who, already half conscious, went down without much resistance. The other one was still clutching his crotch. Evelyn stood back. She wanted to see what this woman could do.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 16, 2018 8:18:27 GMT
Evelyn held the beer in her hand. She’d been staring at it for a while now, just staring. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. Well, she knew what to do with it, but she wasn’t sure how to get from point A to point B, because she was quite certain there was a point A.5 in between, so to speak.
She’d done this before. Plenty of times. With Axel. They’d always get something different, a glass, a martini, a bottle (like the one she had in her hands right now), just to see what would happen. Axel always described Evelyn as the scientist of the two, but when it came to stuff like this, he could be quite the scientist himself. Thing is, they would always drink it beforehand. But now...
“Oh just drink it.” The hallucination of her brother floated in besides her. Evelyn shifted her gaze toward him momentarily before turning it back to the bottle. Then she turned her head slightly to look at her target. A large and boisterous man, annoying, drunk, one she would love to get in a fight with, but she couldn’t fight him if she killed him or knocked him out, which would most certainly happen if she threw the bottle at his head while it was full. She looked back down at the bottle, making sure to keep her head low. Her hood was up and she didn’t want her face to attract any attention. Not yet, anyway, not before she could make her move.
The problem with drinking it, of course, was simple. Alcohol was a mind altering chemical. That in itself wasn’t the problem; despite her aversion to it since her brother’s death, she still had a fairly high alcohol resistance. The problem was the concept of a mind altering chemical, as a mind altering chemical is what killed her brother.
“Oh so what?” He quipped, resting his arm on the bar. “Just ‘cause I’m dead doesn’t mean you should avoid having fun.” He smiled at her, “I wouldn’t want you to.” Evelyn grunted in return.
She stared at the bottle for a moment longer, then without thinking popped off the cap and chugged the whole thing. She was aware she was getting some looks, but she ignored them. As soon as the bottle was empty, she wiped her mouth, regained her breath, and took off her hood, revealing her horribly mutilated face. Then she turned towards the man and aptly threw the bottle directly at his head. Shards of glass lodged itself into his skull. He howled in pain, and turned to see who’d thrown it. Evelyn stood up, her face making her stand out like a sore thumb. Although her expression was blank, inwardly, she was smirking. “That was me.” She stated in her trademark monotone.
“You little bitch!” He roared, his eye bleeding as he charged at her. Evelyn’s inward smirk turned into a grin. She curled her hands into fists, opting not to use knives for this encounter. God, she missed this.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jun 15, 2018 2:51:30 GMT
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Evelyn Winters
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty one
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // female
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HAIR // black[break]
EYES // right eye golden amber left eye dark brown, practically black[break]
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ATTIRE[break][break]
Evelyn wears very dark and simple clothing, whatever is most practical, she’s not going for style. She typically wears a black tank top or t-shirt and when it’s cold out or when she doesn’t want to stand out in public (which is most of the time) she wears a black hoodie, typically with the hood up to hide her face. She has long black, baggy pants with a lot of pockets that she wears to obscure her prosthetic leg and that she uses to help store knives. She always wears tennis-shoes, again, black. Sometimes she’ll wear gloves to hide her prosthetic fingers.
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GENERAL[break][break]
Evelyn has a very unique appearance to say the least. To start with, she has white, almost sickly pale skin which makes her long, pencil straight pitch black hair stand out even more, which more often than not is a mess of tangles and fly-aways. She's five foot six and quite muscular. Her eyes are the most peculiar thing about her, as described above, her right iris is golden while the left is black, or they would be the most peculiar thing about her if it weren’t for her scars. Evelyn’s body is a myriad of scars, absolutely covered from head to toe in horrific, flesh twisting mutilations. The most notable scars would be the marred flesh around her wrists and remaining ankle from time spent in restraints far too tight for far too long, the long line that gouges deep and twists all the way around her left arm from when it was wrapped in barbed wire, the scar on her right hand going straight down the middle from when it was sliced nearly in half, the one over her right eye that makes it droop slightly from a quickly delivered swipe with a knife, and most notably of all, a deep and jagged scar on her left cheek running from the side of her mouth to the top of her cheek bone, half of a glasgow smile, a glasgow smirk if you will, which is extra mutilated from all the times she tore the stitches when she woke up screaming from her nightmares. This all not counting her missing appendages. Her ring and middle fingers on her right hand are missing, as is the ring finger on and left hand, the index and middle toes on her right foot, most of her left ear (though she can still hear out of it) and her entire left leg. She has made some amends for this though. Using her extensive intelligence and engineering knowledge, she fashioned herself a new leg that, although metal, functions just like a normal leg and looks just like one under a pair of pants and some shoes. She’s also created some robotic fingers to replace her missing ones. All of her prosthetics have some interesting additions. Evelyn is a bit of a knife fiend (well, a bit may be something of an understatement) and has fashioned all her fingers with tiny knives as well as quite a large one on the foot of her leg. Inside her leg, she stores her multitude of knives and has fashioned a hole in her pocket so she can reach in and grab one from her leg. Again, using her vast intelligence, she created a new technology of sorts, making so that her prosthetics connect to her nervous system so she can move them and control the knives with just a thought.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Evelyn has two very distinct sides to her, the one she shows the world and the one she shows only to herself and at one point one other person (and her cat). To everyone, she is a blank slate, completely unemotional and anti-social. Literally, she shows absolutely no emotion and it is extremely uncomfortable for her to emote. She can fake it, and she can fake it quite well when she needs to, but she hates doing it. She feels much more comfortable in her emotionless shell. She also always gives curt, straight-forward answers to anything posed at her and, while she doesn’t necessarily dislike making conversation as she finds it very useful for gathering information on people, she’s very bad at it.
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On the inside, Evelyn may be even stranger. She is what approximates to a sociopath. She feels little to no empathy for others and sees all other people as either an enemy, an annoyance, a plaything, or a means to an end. She has a very dry and dark sense of humor. She’s incredibly arrogant, although after her brother’s death and the...incident that followed, that arrogance has subsided a bit, but just a bit. She thinks she is far superior to everyone else and her intelligence paired with her physical prowess and skill with a knife don’t diminish that. Speaking of, Evelyn loves flexing her intelligence, she loves solving puzzles and picking apart people based on their appearance, examining and making deductions based on those examinations. She also loves knives, she enjoys the challenge they pose and the skill they require compared to other weapons like guns. Evelyn loves a challenge, especially if it’s a dangerous one. She’s something of an adrenaline junkie and will often do things like climb tall buildings and attack and/or kill random people just for fun. She also does this in part to remind her of her brother. They’re activities they would often take part in together. Apart from puzzle solving and fighting, Evelyn loves engineering. She loves creating new things with a specific real-world function, it gives her a sense of power.
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Evelyn’s not a metahuman so she doesn’t have a power per se, but she was born with extreme intelligence. I mean extreme intelligence. As in, the ability to learn anything incredibly fast intelligence. As such, while not to a superhuman level, she can obtain any skill much faster than the average person. She can solve highly difficult puzzles with ease and has an extremely accurate memory.
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Although, it’s not all psychopathic roses inside Evelyn’s brain. After her incident she developed severe PTSD. It has subsided a bit with medication, but she still has an extremely difficult time trusting others, fits of paranoia, and frequent nightmares. She went through a period where anytime anyone touched her, she would have a violent flashback and attack them. She’s largely gotten over that, but she can still have panic attacks when people touch her, and sometimes still reacts violently if someone surprises her or touches her too harshly. Due to her experience, she’s also terrified of dogs.
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Evelyn has a very tough time connecting with anybody. She doesn’t really want to. The only people she’s ever connected with are her brother, now deceased, and her cat named Cat (a bit of a story behind that name) who also has trouble connecting with others.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Evelyn and her twin brother Axel were the children of Lori and Maxwell Winters, a senator and CEO of a prominent business respectively. They grew up in a mansion in the woods in New York (not the city). Because of their jobs, their parents were never around much, so they were raised by a series of babysitters and nannies. I say series as none of them stuck around for long. None of them could handle the machinations of the twins, who would often manipulate and torture their caretakers or run off to the forest leaving them to desperately search for them and almost call the police before Evelyn and Axel came back in the nick of time, as they always did.
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See, Axel was like Evelyn in many ways, he had the same black hair, the same heterochromia - right eye golden left eye black, he was a sociopath and a genius, and just like Evelyn, his twin was the only one he could ever truly relate to. Unlike Evelyn, however, he connected to plenty of other people. He loved manipulating others, putting on the false smile and all the charm in to goddamn world. He would always spread rumors at school to create havoc and just to see what would happen. He went on many a sexcapade with both men and women, the polar opposite of Evelyn, who is asexual.
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They were both adrenaline junkies and knife fiends, and together they learned how to fight by watching videos of professionals online and training with each other. They would spend a lot of time together in the woods climbing the trees and talking. Evelyn would rant about her latest invention while Axel would go on about his machinations for the general public, and despite their diverging interests, they always loved listening to what the other had to say. They had names for each other, Ax and Ev, although if anyone tried else to called them that they would snap at them, or worse.
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Evelyn killed her first person when she was eight. There was a man going for a walk in the woods, which was odd considering they were far from any kind of path. Evelyn and Axel were just sitting in a tree watching him walk by and Evelyn was toying with a knife and the thought popped into Evelyn’s minds: what if I threw the knife into his head? So she did. It buried deep into his skull and he went down with a thump. They climbed down from the tree to investigate. He was dead. Axel high-fived her. Although he was jealous his sister got the first kill out of the two of them, he was still proud of her. They expertly hid the body and no one ever found out. After that, they would point people out on the street and decide that they would kill them just for fun. They had created their own language by the time they were six (which they could never agree whether to call Evaxian or Axevian, but after Axel’s death, Evelyn settled on the latter), so no one knew what they were plotting.
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The twins flew through school, skipping several grades, although not too many as to look suspicious. They had decided to hide their extreme intelligence, thinking it would garner too much attention. Still, they couldn’t help flaunting it a little. High school ended. Axel decided not to go to college, as they’d made a pact. They would never get a real job. They would go through life blackmailing, stealing, killing, and manipulating to make their way. They would never be part of the system. Evelyn, however, was curious about the college experience, so when she was fifteen she went off to a fairly prestigious college in the city and majored in Criminology and Engineering. Her brother moved with her, sleeping in a different bed every night but always nearby.
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Criminology Evelyn found alluring, as in her spare time, she’d been solving crimes: looking up information about murders, gathering evidence, finding the culprit, just for fun. She always loved puzzles, especially dangerous and potentially illegal ones. Eventually, not really knowing what to do with her findings and wanting to show off to someone other than her brother, she would turn the information into the police.
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When they were eighteen, their parents died in a car crash. Only they knew how little the other cared. That same year Evelyn got offered a job in the police force. She accepted. A year later, and very much against protocol, she got promoted to detective where she met her partner Mike who she formed what could almost be called a friendship with. Axel, obviously, wasn’t too happy about Evelyn breaking their pact, but eventually got over it.
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Axel had been into drugs for a long time. It was an adrenaline junkie thing, and Axel’s number one priority above everything else was always fun, no matter the cost and the greater the risk the better. Evelyn generally avoided drugs, wanting to keep her mind sharp, but was perfectly fine with Axel’s drug use. They were invincible after all. They’d done so many dangerous things, and they’ve never gotten hurt. They were so much greater than human, how could something like drugs ever harm them? So when Evelyn was twenty and got the call that her brother had overdosed on heroin. She broke. Something in her mind absolutely snapped. She went on a killing spree, first killing anyone in the room with him the day he died, then the person who sold them the heroin, then the person who gave the person the heroin to sell and up and up and up until...
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Well one day she got a bit sloppy.
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Her mind was a mess of emotion, and despite all her skill, the tumultuous storm inside her head must’ve clouded her abilities, as a swift blow to the back of her head knocked her out. She woke up strapped tightly to a old-fashioned electric chair and greeted by the ring-leader, the drug lord of the city who, as Evelyn never learned his name, she simply dubbed Glasgowman due to his Glasgow accent. He wanted to know her motivations, how she was able to find out so much about their business, who she was working for, etc. She didn’t say a word. That's when he took a knife to her flesh, and realizing it was a bit too deep, cauterized it with a blowtorch. She didn’t flinch, didn’t show an ounce of the pain she was feeling. This intrigued Glasgowman greatly, and so he cut her again.
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This went on for weeks, months, increasing in intensity. He would cut off pieces of her and feed her to the myriad of dogs he owned. He was greatly amused by her lack of emotion and made it her personal mission to try to make her emote. He broke her bones, cut off her fingers, her toes, her ear, her leg. It was during this time that a peculiar thing started happening. Evelyn started hearing Axel. And eventually started seeing him. He became something of a post-mortem hallucination, and ironically enough, her only tether to sanity. Throughout all this, she never emoted, because she knew if she did, he would kill her instantly.
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One day, after far too long, neither Glasgowman nor any of the other members of the gang were in the room and enough blood had gotten between her wrist and the restraint, enough to make it so that she could move her hand, dislocate her thumb, and slip out. She grabbed a plank of wood nearby and used it as a crutch and made a pained and hasty escape from the building, getting far away enough that she could finally release and pass out.
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She woke up in the hospital some time later, giving only her first name and no other information about who she was or what happened to her. There, she was nursed back to health with difficulty, as anytime someone touched her she would react incredibly violently (although hurting herself more than others) and would keep thrashing and screaming in her sleep, irritating broken bones and tearing stitches. A young med student named Jared became somewhat infatuated with her and she, much to her chagrin, used this to her advantage, although her hallucination of Axel was quite proud. It was during this time that she became aware of the metahuman ordeal, although that was barely a blip on her radar, still is.
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Once she was well enough, they fitted her with a poor prosthetic leg and sent her to the psych ward where she had a tumultuous stay, but got much needed medication for her PTSD. There, a woman named Marcy forced her friendship upon her and gave Evelyn her contact information. When Evelyn learned they were planning on sending her to residential, she made a hasty escape, killing several people along the way.
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After that, she was reunited with the trailer she’d been using as a workshop to create knives and other little nick nacks. She drove the trailer out into the woods, began living in it, and started fashioning her new appendages. Out there, she came across a feral cat, splotchy black and white with green eyes that faded into gold at the edges, like her a clipped ear and covered in scars. He was at first antagonistic towards her, but after Evelyn began leaving water out for him, he very, very slowly began to take a liking toward her. Eventually, he began following her around, although he would still hiss at anybody that would walk past. One day someone asked what his name was. Evelyn simply looked at him and said the first thing that came into her head: “Cat.” They asked if it was with a K, to which Evelyn replied, “No.”
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After crafting her new appendages, Evelyn decided to get back on track. She needs to find Glasgowman and she needs to kill him. Slowly and painfully. She will do anything to accomplish her goal and destroy anyone that gets in her way
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