[hider=Yvene ❥][center][color=fa618d][u]Race[/u]:[/color] Saphiste

[color=fa618d][u]Name[/u]:[/color] Yvene 

[color=fa618d][u]Age[/u]:[/color] 32

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[color=fa618d][u]Appearance[/u]:[/color] Pale pink skin covered in the trademark sentient goo that allows Yvene to change appearances at will. Typically Yvene takes a conventionally feminine form, which is useful for her line of work. They prefer to stay with female attachments but have no problem changing to look like a male or androgynous when needed. She tries to keep a more doll-like face and ample assets attached to her body to appeal to some of her clients. She stands at 5’5 and appears unassuming and weak. 

[color=fa618d][u]Attunement[/u];[/color] Fire and Life Magics

[color=c7325c][i]-Unique Abilities-[/i][/color]

[color=fa618d][u]Burning Kiss[/u]- [/color] Yvenes signature move that she used to paint a message at her crime scenes. Yvene would push her victims against a flat surface, bed or wall, anything really would suffice. Something to keep them pinned down at least. Yvene would move in for a kiss, grabbing whomever they have pinned by the throat to hold them steady. By kissing them she was able to directly pour her mana into their body and reach in to manipulate their cell composition. Within seconds she was able to manipulate and multiply fat cells throughout the body. By stuffing the victim full of ready to use fuel she was able to set them on fire instantly, causing severe trauma all under the epidermis. Victims would struggle for seconds during the first phase but the intensive damages caused by ignition would kill them instantly. 

[color=fa618d][u]Epidermal Mutilation[/u]-[/color] Life magics was a toy to be used only to hurt the people who have hurt Yvene or those they did not like. To mark her targets she would resort to extreme mutilation. By touching her target she could easily manipulate the dermis cells by whipped them into a frenzy. By rapidly damaging the lower dermis cells in specific parts of the body, it would trigger a response for collagen to flood the area. Yvene would flood more collagen cells and fibers into the area, causing rapid formation hypertrophic scars to form. These fibers would push their way up, causing keloid raised scars in a seemingly scattered and disorganized mess. The ordeal was incredibly painful to whoever it was happening too but it was over in a matter of minutes. Afterwards the victim would be left severely disfigured and permanently mutilated. The drain on the user was dependent on how much of the dermis was left disfigured. 

[color=fa618d][u]Personality[/u]:[/color] Yvene is a difficult person to pinpoint. Unbeknownst to many, they were born with the ability to mask their emotions, a less than desirable trait in Saphiste. More than that they found it difficult to emote genuinely in general when not experiencing extreme emotions. People liked to know exactly how the Saphiste felt and looked; it made the species more “trustworthy”. No one wanted one that could hide all that. 

Outwardly Yvene is proper and polite, seemingly happy going and easy to please. She picked up this personality from the other women she watched and noticed that seemed to be the most receptive emotions. They like to mimic those they interact with, blending in to whatever seems to work the best for the situation. This allows them to silvertongue their way out of most situations, or into situations given the circumstances. 

They tend to fuss about their appearances, wanting to look the best of the best. Anything below perfection is unacceptable to Yvene and this can cause some massive meltdowns if things aren’t as they should be. They think of every way a situation can go and plan it to a T. Anything different and their brain seems to stutter for a bit, unsure of what to do. 

If you can break through Yvenes' carefully cultivated image and fluster them enough they typically lash out in anger, and are incredibly blunt and harsh. They have a cold and deadpan face when not actively emoting a more acceptable persona. 

[color=fa618d][u]Bio[/u]:[/color]

“I liked you better when you [color=ab1f46][i]shut up[/i] [/color]."

Yvene was an exceptionally odd baby, being born with the ability to hide her emotions. Her mother was terrified for her child, knowing full well that they would be Exiled from their home world of Glonelia. Not only was the child to be exiled but the mother as well, typically being recognized as “Faulty” and “Unable to make proper offspring”. They were terrified of anyone different from them in their own species. 

Her mother fled their home world on one of the few ships that went out for trade and supplies to the other systems. This particular ship was making its way to Earth. They snuck out undetected and this began a life of begging and odd jobs. The city Yvene grew up in was giant, home to all sorts of vagrants and big shots. Most of the time she ran around the streets, digging through trash to find out what dinner would be for that night. They liked to piece together toys from the various bits of garbage they found. Their mom worked quick money jobs for a while to be able to allow them to hop from scuzzy motel to scuzzy motel. It was never enough to stay in one place for too long and they often spent the night out in the streets. 

Once Yvene was about 14 her mothers health was quickly declining. The jobs that she took were rough and the “clients'' she met with were abusive to say the least. One day a popular low level politician in the area stopped by to hire their mom. Over the next two years they became a frequent visitor, though Yvenes mother seemed worse and worse. Their mother would tell them that this man would save them, that he was saving to get the medicine that she needed to be okay. Sweet promises of love and that he just needed more time to escape his current position in the media. Until one day Yvene returned home from scavenging to her mother laying on the ground while the man kicked and screamed at her. She clung to his leg, begging. He announced that she was delusional and could just die for all he cared and left. Yvene went running to her mother, tears forming in her eyes. Badly beaten, her mother was not going to make it. This was her final goodbye. She told Yvene how much she adored and loved her and where she kept the last of the money they had saved. 

Her mothers body was removed and the motel owner gave them a room free of charge for a couple of days out of pity. She spent those days crying, furious with the world. Those men were disgusting and they ultimately ended her mothers life. 

Misguided intentions and furious emotions lead to a vengeance quest that eventually landed her on the Alcatraz. Yvene would target high value politicians and celebrities, always working her way into their inner circle. They never knew her real name, and her ability to change her appearance made it easy to evade the law. She was an exceptional liar, telling whomever whatever the needed to hear to her what she wanted. 

She would bed whoever her target was or at least elude them into thinking they would be going to bed. She would lure their victims into a false sense of comfort and security as they played the part of a pricey escort; using the name of high end escort companies out there to mask themselves. Once they had them secluded and alone they would horribly disfigure their victim. That or set their body ablaze internally, a favorite little trick of hers. As soon as she did, she slipped into the night not to be seen again. She had a rotation of high end bars and clubs they would frequent, changing their appearance each time. Man, woman, no one was safe. If Yvene heard any rumors of corruption or whispers of abuse, she was bound to find them. She played judge, jury and executioner with a twisted sense of judgment. 

This went on for nearly a decade. The police had warrants out for her arrest but no one could ever pinpoint her exact location and what she was up to. They had tried to catch her using fake leads but to no avail. It was worrisome in high society about this mysterious killer running around either running peoples prides and reputations or just straight murdering them. Of course you would think that this vigilante justice would provide some semblance of order but alas no. The capital was too big and Yvene could only work so hard. 

Eventually she was caught. She relied on the help of a select few to help house her and keep up with intel on the streets. Justice isn’t just a one woman job. However one day she entered the wrong bar at the wrong time. Recent intel told her that a speakeasy at the corner on 1st and Coffers St was supposed to have a special guest that night; a judge who was known for sending away whoever the plaintiff said. No fair trials, nothing, the judicial system was a joke to this man. The highest bidder could do whatever and have him put away whoever. Allen Damieriz, the man she was supposed to seducing and disfiguring. After picking the man out from the crowd and taking him out to the back alley she paused. Something felt wrong, so very wrong. She turned to sprint, hastily mumbling her goodbyes before she was cut off. Something was quickly injected into her arm and her body tackled to the ground. Screaming and cursing she almost immediately passed out. When she woke up she was bound completely so we would not be able to touch anyone. Screaming behind her gags she watched as some men entered the room. 

That was it. Someone in her network ratted her ass out, gave her false information. Either way it was over. Everything that she had built for years, spent her entire young adult life sacrificing and plotting was gone. She was captured by some mercenaries for hire looking for the reward on her head. She should have known, the reward was recently increased and the depictions of her got more and more accurate every year. It was bound to happen. Sighing in defeat she slumped back. She was put away with no hesitation. After spending a while in a high security prison she was deemed fit for the Alcatraz when it was built and ready. Someone like her was to never see the light of day again for going after some of the most “important people”. She would never apologize for what she had done. She knew she had done right by herself and others. 

On the ship Yvene kept to herself, not really wanting to speak with the others. The anger she felt still felt like a boiling roar at this point. If one of her own betrayed her then whos to say anyone couldn’t?  But rumors were spreading aboard and weird happenings were unfolding around them. What was supposed to be a mindless rest of their existence was quickly turning into annoying buzzing of inmates spreading rumors. She had to ask someone she supposed, this did after all affect her directly. There are only so many places to go aboard this godforsaken ship.[/center][/hider]