[hider=EVE] [CENTER][img] https://media0.giphy.com/media/xEGqih6o0meyY/giphy.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/R8eHbGA.gif[/img][/CENTER] π—™π—¨π—Ÿπ—Ÿ π—‘π—”π— π—˜ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent]Evelyn de les Beauchamp et Lumieres.[/indent] π—”π—šπ—˜ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]24. (95)[/INDENT] π—”π—£π—£π—˜π—”π—₯π—”π—‘π—–π—˜ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [list] [*]Confidence seeps out of her pores like no one else. Prolonged eye contact, no boundaries, the full Monty. [*]Clothing that is nice, but not overly expensive. Lounging in dress shirts she has collected like trophies, sundresses on walks, and nice flannel when working at the bar. [*]Small scarring on the small of her back, looks pretty nasty it is small but very easily visible. No tattoos or piercings. [*]Wears her hair down in only the most casual way, but has been known to sometimes throw it up into a messy bun when she’s nervous. Which is nearly never, but who knows. [/list] π—’π—–π—–π—¨π—£π—”π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Bartender at The Slye Fox.[/INDENT] π—™π—”π—–π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Nah.[/INDENT] π—£π—˜π—₯π—¦π—’π—‘π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Frankly, there are some weird stereotypes for lust demons. It’s not all β€˜I want to get at your bits’ and nothing else. Lust is read as strictly sexual, but people forget about those who lust for power, conquest, and all the other essentials for a fun Friday night. But, well when Eve is concerned you’d be forgiven for not remembering how singular lust can be. [color=#2f556b]Eve is a very singular person, she can make you feel like you’re the only person in the world or just one of a million.[/color]. Eve is a sucker, however, for a friend. She may not act like it, she may even lie to herself about it, but [color=#2f556b]Eve hates being alone.[/color] She works a social job, lives with a girl that is the source thousands of people get their news from, she likes the white noise of her life. She enjoys the hustle, there isn’t a doubt about that. Past all that though Eve is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to three things. Mixing drinks, social… Engagements, and [color=2f556b]loyalty.[/color] A mate is a mate for a night, a friend is a friend for life – As Eve likes to remind people. She has something of complex emotions surrounding other people, granted you wouldn’t know this by the way she acts, but one might infer through her actions. She is almost begging for attention in certain situations – not exactly an oddity among lust demons. All that to say, she has her flaws – even if she is confident to no apparent end and could be a textbook definition for the antonym of shy.[/INDENT] π—›π—œπ—¦π—§π—’π—₯𝗬 [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Eve keeps her background pretty low key, but one of the few times she was drunkenly ranting to Blake about her past she did let a small story slip. At one point in her life, when she was still living in France or perhaps Quebec no doubt, she mentioned a war. It isn't clear which one, but she doesn't look a day older than 25 so it's probably Afghanistan right? The story drones on, it isn't all that interesting. She was with a nurse at the time, he goes off to war - the usual sappy story about writing and writing. Eventually Eve is delivered a coffin and a flag. She keeps the flag in her suitcase, folded incredibly neatly. It is around this point in the story that Eve gets quiet and even vaguer. Something about making amends, and showing them the consequences of their actions. She then showed her friend her scar, and after a truly strange fifteen seconds of silence laughed it off as some old bullshit that doesn't matter anymore and went to her room. There are seeming holes in the story, how could she have been old enough to be with someone during the time of a war? What are the consequences she talked about? Eve is nothing if not an enigma, as is her history.[/INDENT] 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗒𝗨π—₯π—œπ—§π—˜ 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗑𝗧𝗦 [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] [b][color=#ffc2cd]α΄‹[/color][color=#ffbeca]Ιͺ[/color][color=#ffb9c7]α΄›[/color][color=#ffb5c4]α΄›[/color][color=#ffb1c1]y[/color] [color=#ffa8bb]α΄‹[/color][color=#ffa4b8]ᴏ[/color][color=#ffa0b5]Κ€[/color][color=#ff9cb2]Ι΄[/color][color=#ff97af]ᴇ[/color][color=#ff93ac]Κ€[/color][/b] [color=black]➞[/color] On slow nights for the bar, or just when Eve wants to pick up some extra money she strips here. She isn’t a regular but rather a once a week kind of girl, every once in a while she’ll also attend as a voyeur. Lust demon gonna lust. Her stage name is Lights. [color=#65482b]T[/color][color=#735934]h[/color][color=#80693d]e[/color] [color=#98814b]S[/color][color=#a1885a]l[/color][color=#a98f68]y[/color][color=#b29677]e[/color] [color=#e7c9a8]F[/color][color=#eed0b2]o[/color][color=#f4d6bc]x[/color] [color=black]➞[/color] A small old creaky pub that Eve works at. It hosts primarily two crowds. Tough guys that drink tough beer because they’re tough, and a lot of hipsters looking for something β€˜classic’.[/INDENT] 𝗙π—₯π—œπ—˜π—‘π——π—¦ & π—™π—”π— π—œπ—Ÿπ—¬ [color=#2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT].[/INDENT] [/hider]