My CS tends to be a little brief for new characters. If you want anything expanded or if something doesn't work let me know.

Edited with sample and weapon that may or may not stay...and pretty colors ^.^

[hider=Envy]
[img]https://image.ibb.co/jPtJmb/Change_Color_31_12_2017_5_42_5.jpg[/img]
[color=#3CB371][B]Name: [/b][/color]Devan Sinclair
[color=#3CB371][B]Age:[/b][/color] Appears to be in her early 20s
[color=#3CB371][B]Sin:[/b][/color] Envy
[color=#3CB371][B]Height: [/b][/color]4’9”
[color=#3CB371][B]Weight:[/b][/color] 95lbs
[color=#3CB371][B]Hair Color:[/b][/color] Silver
[color=#3CB371][B]Eye Color:[/b][/color] Vibrant green
[color=#3CB371][B]Gender: [/b][/color]female

[color=#3CB371][B]Written Appearance: [/b][/color]Shoulder-length silver hair curls into a cloud around her head, softening rather sharp features and contrasting with tanned skin. Her mouth often curves upward in amusement- usually at someone else's expense. Of slim and delicate build, one might think she has some fairy blood. Her emerald eyes are disconcerting for some: she has polycoria (more than one pupil per eye- don't Google if you're squeamish about eyes)
She usually wears very fashionable, but not necessarily practical clothes.

[color=#3CB371][B]Brand Appearance:[/b][/color] A serpent constricting around an (anatomical) heart on her chest, right over her own heart.

[color=#3CB371][B]Personality: [/b][/color]She is strangely mellow and even tempered, even to the point of seeming unconcerned or dismissive. Others often fail to see that she strives to better herself in various ways: learning new things, training, etc. She never feels ‘good enough’ so covers her insecurity with cruelty and bringing others down.


[color=#3CB371][B]Background: [/b]”Oh, hunny! You think I'd be [I]here[/I] if I knew?”[/color]

[color=#3CB371][B]Current Story:[/b][/color] She rather fortuitously landed among the fey-folk/fairies where she blends in relatively well and makes a living travelling around the larger towns and cities with new fashions and tailoring. 


[color=#3CB371][B]Weapon: [/b][/color]If she had an Arc, it was lost when the White God banished them. She doesn't exactly recall. She does carry a pair of push daggers that pass as scissors if they aren't examined too closely.
[Hider=Push Dagger][img]https://image.ibb.co/cj7pgb/Mavrick_Push_Dagger005.jpg[/img][/hider]
[color=#3CB371][B]Ability: [/b][/color]Evil Eye- the target aspect (single trait eg strength or charisma or height etc) withers so long as she focuses- it returns gradually if she is distracted.

[Color=#3cb371][B]Sample:[/b][/color]
[Hider= A Close Call]
Tinkling bells gradually added to the din of the marketplace as the pony wearing them pulled a small cart into the plaza. The woman leading it smiled absently at greetings from other vendors here-and-there and scanned the area with vibrant green eyes. It had been a while since Devan had come to the larger city, but she had a few-- certainly not friends, but friendly-- acquaintances. 

Finding a good spot, she gave the pony his feed bag and lay her shawl over his back, then tied her silver curls into a pompom on the back of her head. A couple of stones kept the wheels of the cart from rolling as the small woman efficiently started pushing and pulling and turning various pieces of the cart, slowly transforming it into a stand with an awning and dowels to hang her merchandise.

Devan cursed under her breath when the last support for the awning stuck, [color=#3CB371]“...every time …4ű©«¡^9 thing…” [/color]With a roar of aggravation disproportionate to her stature she kicked the cart. 
And immediately grabbed her toes through the soft slipper-like shoes. 

“Wrath is a sin, you know, miss,” a deep voice chuckled from behind her. Devan whirled, diaphanous skirts billowing and fully intending to rip the smartass a new one, but emerald eyes widened when she found herself face-to-- another part of anatomy- with a Holy Knight. If the white armor and being a human- [i]or giant![/i] on the Fairy Isle wasn't enough indication, the man's sword-hilt and pommel were a stylized silver Tree of Life. 

[I]Uh oh...[/i] She backpedaled into her equine companion and saw the Tree was etched into each pauldron as well. Snatching her shawl from the pony’s back, she hastily wrapped it around herself, hopefully before he could get much of a view of her cleavage-- and more to the point-- the dimly glowing brand nestled there.

The knight must have written her reaction off as simple surprise of him being so close combined with modesty, because he just chuckled again and stepped around the tiny woman to examine the offending support. 
He tugged on it. He wiggled it. He leaned to look around at the rest of the cart. He tugged again. He tried putting it back into its ‘closed’ position and pulling it back out, only to get stuck in the same spot again. He growled and smacked it with a gauntleted fist.

[color=#3CB371]“What was that about Wrath, sir?” [/color]Devan drawled with the tiniest smirk. She rummaged through a drawer of the cart, taking the chance to surreptitiously use her gift. The secondary pupils in her unusual eyes dilated as she peeked at the knight through a fringe of silver that had escaped from her hair tie. He didn't seem to suspect anything unusual at all, but that quick peek would make him slightly more naive for a little while. She wasn't going to take a chance.

Blinking a few times, her eyes returned to normal and her hands pulled a small tin of oil from the drawer. [color=#3CB371]“This should help.”[/color]

The knight laughed; a few strategic drops did wonders and the awning was up in no time. “So how long are you in town, little Wrath?” His wink didn't ease the knot that dropped into her stomach.

[I]What a twisted sense of humour… Surely he doesn't actually suspect, wrong Sin or not...[/i] Devan covered her discomfort with her own laugh that tinkled not unlike the pony's bells. [color=#3CB371]“You saw there's no brand on my neck, Sir Knight-- Is that the right one? I'm only here for the day.” [/color]

“That it's Sloth; Wrath's is here,” he said, laying his right hand on her left shoulder, “but that Sin is a man, so you're safe. A pity, you're not here long, though; I could use a new cloak. I'll take my leave, then, miss. May the White God watch over you!”

Devan watched until the Holy Knight was out of sight, then folded her cart back down. She kicked the stones from the wheel, took the pony's nearly empty feed bag, and left the market, then the city. It would be quite a while before she returned. [/hider][/Hider]