Gardevoiran

Reign: Kingdom Come

Lorenzo of Windor

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Lorenzo sat in front of the man claiming himself as Favian and simply stared for a few seconds.

This was a request to the man who was once told he could never walk again.

The request to the man who was still in grieving for the loss of his one true friend.

The request to a man that had considered many a time to just stop getting out of bed.

"... very well," Lorenzo spoke before he whistled for Martyrdom to return to his side. The man's head turned to face the doctor that had been sent for him. "Doctor. I must be asking a lot of you, but I implore you to accompany me on this quest. I shall reward you with the money I have saved in my days of hound training in addition to a faithful companion in the future that shall never rest as long as he is at your side." Another whistle, followed by a snap, commanded Martyrdom to wander over to Lorenzo's bow and quiver, long covered in dust from the time spent since the last use.

"Knight of Lord Bryce, accompany us as well on this venture. I'm no fool, the forest is filled with creatures of incredible threat. Your sword and shield shall prove valuable in the efforts of Favian's protection, as well as reward you with the experience that would prove valuable to your career and devotion to the lord."

Lorenzo smiled for the first time in a while. The thought of being a help again made him quiver with excitement.

Then the smile faded away.

"Sir Favian. I must request of you one thing. A device capable of movement and supporting my weight so I may move on my lonesome if I have to," Lorenzo patted Martyrdom's head once more as Lorenzo finished speaking. "Give me this and I shall help you on your quest."

The Narrow Path

"Oh yeah," Eve responded. The look on her face even said the words that she had spoken, maybe even moreso than her actual words.

Jen looks at you with a face of slight caution as she grabs you, Gobbo, and Eve and pulls you into a nearby alley and into cover. "I know why they are observing us," Jen starts. "Slaves. The goblin and Evelyn are fine, but you and me are not. We must disguise one of us to fit in with the crowds." You notice a flame ignite on the top of Eve's head as she gets slightly annoyed at the mention of her name. She must not like being called Evelyn.

The War of the Three: Exodus

@floodtalon

"What?" Apia was taken aback, offended a fair bit by this... this... what was he even? He reminded her of Rufus but more carnival demon reject as opposed to Eldritch horror. Either way, it was a bit unnerving to hear his sinewy voice as he explained what might happen to Apia should she fail to prove herself on a battlefield. Was she going to rot like the lesser demons? That was a question in itself. What dictated lesser demon? Apia had heard rumors of a frog puppet respawning multiple times despite being near-useless. Did she have to actually BE useless in order to be left behind? She wasn't useless... was she?

Nevertheless, the bee regained her composure as she stood up and turned her head away from the man out of annoyance. One question for him lingered in her head, however. "Why are you informing me of this?"

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

~Evelyn Pyrothol~

~Kid Icarus Uprising / Another KI:U Track~

"When the hell have I been able to do THAT?"

Shortening

Preferred Name: Eve.
Gender: Female
Age: Wouldn't you like to know. She would too.
Apparent Age: Around 25-ish
Sexuality/Preference: Bisexual Pyrophilic
Race: Eximus Licentia
Sub-race: N/A

Personality:
While she is largely modest when it comes to a lot of things, Eve can be incredibly cocky in terms of speed, and rightfully so given her abilities. Eve is a energetic yet relaxed girl, oftentimes struggling to find out her true potential but being content with never finding it so long as she's having fun. She. Eve is also unusually hyper for a large amount of time, and caffeine usually triggers her to calm down in a short amount of time, with pure caffeine calming her down in mere seconds. Eve thinks very quick on her feet, and while her ideas are usually bold and brash (and they often cause a lot of self-harm), in her opinion they're incredibly effective.

History:

Some Kind of History

"..."

"Hey. Wake up."

"... nngh... w-what...?"

"Wake up. You're in my campsite."

"Wha- OH OH OH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW TH-OW! Why does my head hurt...?"

"You see that cracked boulder over there? You flew into it."

"Come again?"

"You slammed your head into that boulder and you cracked it. I'm astonished that you didn't break your skull wide open."

"Did... did you put a bandage around my head?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you... mister...?"

"Aquilus, you?"

"I'm... I'm..."

"... can you even remember?"

"SHHH, I'M TRYING!"

"... ... ..."

"... I don't remember."

"Well you might not have broken your skull, but you definitely broke something in there."

"Did... did I have anything that had my name on it?"

"I checked the bag you had on you when you crashed. You had a book in there that said 'Property of Evelyn Pyrothol'."

"... that sounds long and annoying to say."

"Agreed. Eve sounds better, personally."

"... what... what happened to me?"

"Judging from what your journal had, you came to these parts to reconnect with yourself. I guess this is a way you can do that now."

"Not funny."

"Yeah, true. I can say from your journal that you have some powers related to a phoenix, so take with that what you will."

"I guess I'll have to find out alone then."

"If that's the path you're willing to take. I'd head down to the city over there first, in case you needed anything to help you."

"Okay... thank you Mr. Aquilus."

"Please. Call me Syphax. Now get going. If you see me on the road ever, don't hesitate to say hi."

"I won't!"

Belongings

Hider

- Journal : The only thing that sheds any light on her past that she can remember. A considerable amount of the pages have been burned.
- A Nokia Phone : It's used for calling and nothing else. Eve likes to talk to you more or less in person.
- A bag filled with general goods. Clothes, rations, pencils, stuff like that.

Capabilities

Hider

Physical

- Can achieve flight at breakneck speeds.
- Clawed hands on the end of her wings.
- Talons as feet.
- Incredibly flexible and agile.
- Fire-Resistant.

Mental

- Slightly resistant to telepathic abilities due to her hyperactive mind.
- Prone to telepathic interference after a certain speed.
- Predatory instincts.
- Pyrophilic, and will be attracted towards open flames.
- Can be difficult to understand due to how her thought process works.

Magical

Phoenix Abilities
Eve's abilities are based off of a phoenix, the legendary bird of flames that inspired half of her normal form. Her abilities stretch pretty exclusively to pyrokinesis and very limited ash manipulation, but her abilities are definitely a force to be reckoned with. That being said, she oftentimes forgets about her pyrokinesis aside from her ability to light her body on fire by igniting her feathers, often remembering her abilities only when she's in a bind or if she is reminded of her abilities.

Unmatched Speed
Eve is alarmingly fast in the air for reasons that are unknown, not even by her. The fastest she remembers flying at was that of a speed of a cargo jet, if not barely slower and at a downward angle. Her flight speed can be increased by drafting and various other ways of becoming more aerodynamic and achieving more speed. It oftentimes results in her main form of attack being a kamikaze dive into a target at bone breaking speeds, although she's often fine.

Damage Reduction and Terrain Instinct
After achieving a speed of roughly fifty miles an hour in flight, Eve's body will become coated in some form of energy. This energy acts as a shield and becomes more reinforced the faster that Eve flies, up to a maximum of around 95% damage reduction upon impact of something. All hits acquired to Eve in this state will cause Eve to slow down, weakening the shield and lowering the amount of speed she can achieve. Similarly, Eve's mind achieves a semi-autonomous state, where her flight patterns and dodging ability contort and shift to accommodate to the terrain she is faced with, but not any attacks. It's difficult to understand and easily disrupted, but it's incredibly convenient.

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I am fully willing to make any edits that I have to.

Please judge accordingly. I'm willing to elaborate on things if I have to.

The Narrow Path

"Sh," Gobbo says as he raises a finger up to your mouth. "I-I will eckshplain everything later." The goblin then rides on your back in silence.

Eve follows behind you and your friends as Jen leads the way to the Rich District, and as soon as you get there you see the snootiest snobs around. Better yet, you see the supposed slaves of those snobs. All of them female, at that.

The rich snobs look at you and Jen like you two had fourteen eyes each. Jen looks at you and whispers to you "Why are they observing us, Tobias...?"

The Narrow Path

You step outside the tent to see Gobbo mortified where he sat (for reasons unknown), and you see Jen and Eve talking between each other. Eve sees you and flies back over to you, cooing affectionately. As soon as she realizes what sound she made, she backs up away from you while holding onto your metal arm. "S-sorry... you're just warm."

Jen grabs her things and starts breaking down her tent. "We are wasting daylight. We must find Magdalene and get her back."

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Aw boo. Amy isn't pregnant.

*crosses out Tibulus being a godfather on his list of possible outcomes*

One Piece: New Horizons!

As the child knocked into Bonesword, the devil fruit encyclopedia the boy had been holding flew onto the ground along with Bonesword. Hastily fixing his scarf, Bonesword stared at the mother and child as he and Lilliana were... observed was the best neutral term. They didn't know, but by the deck of the Runner, Bonesword definitely wanted to teach them a thing or two.

The Shroomblade stayed silent, as usual. It didn't have anything to say on the matter of what was going on.

"... it's okay... it's okay... they don't know what we've been through... it's okay..." Bonesword repeated the two words under his breath as he climbed back up onto his feet, holding the devil fruit encyclopedia once more in his hands. He walked over to his own mom and proceeded to hug her with one arm, the other still holding onto the encyclopedia.

"I think you're a great mother." Those words didn't hold just for Bonesword's personal experience. It seemed like everyone on the Rum Runner liked Lilliana in some way that could be described as maternal. She was the best mom the crew had, and the only one that Bonesword ever had.

The boy looked at the book he held. There were so many possibilities to learn, and better yet, so many more possibilities to expand. The book was published in what seemed like an unfinished state, leaving a lot of blank room under each entry of the recorded fruits. Maybe this was something Bonesword was meant to do? Record all of the devil fruits he could in this book? That'd be amazing.

Problem is, he had to actually get the book first.

The boy wandered over to the librarian in the room and placed the book in front of her. In a soft and sweet voice, the skeleton child asked the librarian. "Miss, can I buy this book? I need to have it."

That last part was true. Bonesword needed it. It was destiny.

The Narrow Path

"Tobias. Who is the harpy?" Jen asks inquisitively when you walk over, Eve staying behind to grab her things that were dropped when she burned that thug. "She seems pretty powerful, if I must be honest."

Gobbo suddenly joins the conversation while playing with a green cloudy mist. "She ish Evelyn Pyrothol, apparently." How did Gobbo know her full name? Eve didn't give that to you, and Gobbo wasn't even there for the conversation. Odd.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Abigail listened closely, taking the occasional sip from her drink, and the often gulp every time Zzyxx spoke. Every time he talked it sounded like more of Abigail's brain cells were engaging in a suicide pact of monumental proportions. It was irritating beyond reasonable and unreasonable measure, to say the least.

Another sip went by and the teams were divided. She was put on a team with this "Silver Prowler" guy. She had some research done before as she glanced over the various files of people she might be facing down the road prior to this event. Checking the figures for the assassin in question, she looked over to his figure before she reached into her bag and pulled out a small burlap sack of potting soil. Walking over to her team mate, she placed the dirt sack in front of him, a newly formed purple rose being created seemingly out of nothing.

Wiping the trickle of blood away from her nose, Abigail raised her hand before she asked a question. "Magic. Supernatural powers. Whatever you want to call them. Who do we go for in order to receive insight into using those?"