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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Hider

The votes had come in, and they didn't favor kicking out Kali. Eve sniffled a bit as the injuries on her face for the most part had healed up nicely. She kept her hands tight and on the ready around her hips as if she was ready to get down with anyone who would act a fool for her gun. It wasn't the outcome she had thought, but she couldn't give Kali a chance right now. She was willing to make some bets, but for the most part, the majority accepted him despite how strange and fucked up he might be, maybe that was the charm behind St. Portwell it was always accepting of the unique and delirious.

"I vote for him to be kicked out, but since it's a majority to keep him. I can't complain, tho' if I'm right, we get backstabbed in the end or something. You guys owe me a slice of the finest 'za from St. Porwell's Pies.. I take mine, pepperoni." She rubbed her nose, unholstering the Glock from her waistband. She ejected the mag, and pulled the slide back with a *chck* as the casing went flying. She caught it and topped up his mag. With a quick movement of her hand, she threw the mag towards Kali as some shadows along the shade of some of the shelf/line of flowers kicked it up towards Kali. It was flying at a good speed, but would he catch it?

She clicked a button, bringing the slide forward before tucking the empty Glock into Devola's pants. In the front preferably, leaving it hang out comically but allowing it to bond with its new holder. "Hold onto this, fur' Kali, Devola." She said at a lower whisper into his ear her hand along his back so she could reach the damned mafioso, almost like she was the warm little center. Eve was anything but warm, or little but for that moment she felt like she was in the centre. Centre stage, that was her as her hand slid back away to her sides as she distanced herself from Devola as the door opened.

Britney, queen checks king.

She was shocked, perhaps a bit astonished that she showed up. Fuck it, she began to move towards Britney almost like a bullet at mach speed. Wrapping her arms around the giant, she gave her a friendly hug maybe more of the more real hugs that she had given in recent times. She squeezed the life out of the giant.

"Hey.. Good to see you Brit." Looks like she had one friend in the Coven.

Checkmate.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Everleigh Thorn's Shooting Range of Friendship

Britney.Williams
"Haven't seen her in a hot minute." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Brit was an important part of our survival, yeah what she did was seriously fucked up. It went against everything I stand for, back then and even now. A part of me respects her, we wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her and she was instrumental in the sealing of the Stygian Snake. Forcing things, magic onto people is a different story but I abstained from her vote out of the Coven. Lost touch after that, she's a smart girl I'm sure she is doing her best out there. Though, sometimes I wish things could of been different.
Drake.Blackmore
"Truly, my little hero." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	I still fuck with Drake, I knew we fell out of touch but when I remember him in the Coven I just recall him being so head strong. I remember pulling his head out of the fire he'd jump into, saving his life while he got himself hurt or people killed. He was just a stupid kid back then, I'd be surprised if he recognizes me now. The old Everleigh is dead, but seeing that he's still the same guy he always was in reassuring. Not everyone you know changes in ten years.
Alizée.Altieri
"A cancer, someone has to cut you out." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Attacking her with the group was the first encounter outside of the Snake with the para-norm, she's possessed. Hell I can't really hate her, it's not her fault. What she's adjoined with is pure evil, soul crushing and devouring. A Stygian Snake in a small little girl, I'm not too sure about the rumors about her. She was always one that could do without being Adjoined, maybe one day someone will release her of that dangerous burden. Hey man, don't look at me I'm not going to do it.
Eksa.Thresh
"Didn't know she couldn't handle my smoke!" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Honestly who could forget the only Scottish lady of the group? I just remember her being so quiet, and gentle. She was a good friend but I don't see myself around those types of people anymore, they generally aren't able to survive some of the shit we go through. Yet, she's still here. Maybe with this Father Wolf fiasco, she'll come out of her shell.
Linqian.Han
"Ice Queen." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Got to be careful now a-days, you never know which Linqian you'll run into. The one that wants to kill you or the one that wants to melt all over you, she's a girl that's all over the place. When she's focused she's deadly, I remember her being an Adept. If I ever want my noodles warmed up I know who to goto, seems even after ten years she's still a mean girl. I guess.. Someone has to be, right?
Sloane.Faris
"Karen." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Karen Faris, if I wasn't here hunting down a serial killer. I'd be punching her stupid face in and laughing, unfortunately for her my fingers don't malfunction on the drop of a 'lux. If you had to ask me who I hated the most here, it would be her. She rubs me the wrong way, nails on a chalkboard. Everyone falls, and when she does it'll be hard. Like a steel toe boot to the side of her head.
Tayla.Choi
"Shit is tragic, dude." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	I kinda don't wanna talk about her dude... Shit is sad, I have a soft heart for junkies y'know. It's not her fault, I'm glad she's better. Drugs are terrible.
Finn.Reid
"Mr. Support" _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Finn is the best, people might hate on him for being shy or an outcast, loser..- Yeah, fuck whatever these guys called him. He was the best, always boosting me and making me feel strong as fuck. That was a high, maybe that's why I latched onto him so quickly. Just some ten year old reflex I've had, I missed him. I feel like me 'n him have a lot in common, though we're spoken for a lot non-verbally. My broken nose and all..
"Edict".Devola
"Devola." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	I don't fuck with Devola. Guy stole from me, full stop. Until he pays me back or gives me back my stuff I don't really wanna fuck with him. No I'm not going to tell you what he stole. Besides, he's slimey. Always like a used-car salesman, trying to sell you on his next scheme. We all know what he reeeeeeeallly wants to do with that little warm centre of his, c'mon.
Kali.Mahendra
"Off, seriously fucking off." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	He's not a cop, he's not a cop, he's not a cop. So what is he? He doesn't fit the bill of a P.I. is this really the old Kali? Is this someone just fitting in the bill of a long lost, perhaps dead friend? Something is setting off my alarm bells here, fuck Drake Blackmore is more of a cop than this guy! What's his play?
Simone.Le.Fay
"Leech." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	I just remember her sucking up, always leeching onto people for information. She wanted to grow stronger, y'know become the best. That was concerning, maybe not but back then I didn't care or give a shit. The most dangerous peeps you can come across as the ones who look like they have nothing wrong with them, maybe I'm just paranoid.
Jack.Hawthorne
"From the void and back." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	Wish I could say I knew him, dude was always void walking. Vanished from the Coven like a drop of a hat, more a stranger really. I'll see how he plays ball here.
"Sully".McPherson
"My Healer." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	The chalice is the best thing that could of happened to me, I mean us. I forgot who the healer was to be honest, I knew there was one kicking around. Sully was always a great guy, heart of gold. Give you his shirt off his back, and the chest hair that came along with it. A guy who'd probably let you cuddle, but that's pushing it. Really my rock, in a hard plce.
Luca.Oliviera
"The roooooooooooooooooooottttttttttt...." _______________________________________________ ...................................................................	I heard about it, shit I'd seen in. The rot, it sucks. Wouldn't wish it on.. Well, fuck Karen can rot. Can't remember can I hug Luca? Will I rot 'n die, I don't know. Bleeding heart, we need more Lucas. Less rot 'tho.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Hider

Eve's Memories

Dark and cold, Kali glimpsed into the mind of a troubled soul.

The memories spun and wheeled around in a counterclockwise motion, asking to be unearthed. Reading all of them would be a complete overload, reading none would be a waste.

Whether it was Kali's intention or not, he saw into her life, her hopes and dreams.

By virtue of this, her soul.

It was all red.

The carpet was red, the banners were red bearing a new type of symbol embodying a swastika and symbolism from St. Portwell. The pictures of former nazi leaders hung in the massive Thorn mansion, arts from the era and artifacts swelled the dining hall. Though it was far from it's glory, bullet holes, bodies and blood littered the interior. Mostly of the Sun Wheel variety, slumped over, dead or dying. The fight for the most part was over, a majority of the guards, skinheads and cultists laid dead.

"God... Fuck!" Eve cried as tears fell down her face, slumped over by a marble statue of Hermann Göring with half of his face blown off. Lee stayed crouched over her, applying a tourniquet to her leg as he wrenched down on the device. Stopping the bleed rather quickly, Lee could be described as a six-foot-something blonde pretty boy. Except for that scar on his face over his lips, he could be described as devilishly handsome (for Eve's taste.) He wore surplus combat fatigues, Eve did aswell but it mixed and matched. Along with a plate carrier and some punk flair.

"You're okay, Eve. I got you!" He said, there was a reason she kept this stupid medic boy around. Eve got onto her feet, cringing in pain as she cried out. "Fuck.. I fucking hate this." Speaking to the situation and what was to come. Lee shoved that stolen Wolfpack AKM back into her tiny hands.

"You got this, we got this. Let's finish this." Lee grabbed onto her, Eve dragged herself along with a serious limp as they made their way up the grand staircase. Red tracers flew by, hot with phosphorus igniting the trail behind them as more 'soldiers' from the consolidated groups rushed past the pair to the master bedroom.

...

"...Think he'll notice?"

Lee said, now wearing a Wolfpack MC jacket along with Eve. He held out a hefty gold bar, stamped with the MCs logo along with "JUDAS." It seems like they were in a safe house deep in the woods.

"Lee Weaver you truly are insane." Eve responded her hand falling on the gold, it felt evil the gold particularly. They were going to steal from the rich, and give back to the poor. People died for this gold, killed for it and here they were looting Judas's stash. It was like taking candy from a baby, the MC thought they could just fuck over the people of St. Portwell and get away with it? Not while Everleigh Thorn and Lee Weaver were still kicking around. Her expression of shock and dumb foundness turned into one happy with joy and excitement, she couldn't help herself but kiss Lee.

"Fuck it Eve, we can leave this all behind us. Forget the Sun Wheel, the 8th, your dad-"

She kissed him many more times after that, if Kali could feel the emotion behind the memory he'd be able to feel that this was probably the best day of Eve's life.

...

The scene changed for one last time, Eve was wearing the clothes she had now. Jacket, jeans with the cuffs rolled above her boot. Inked arms and cigarette in mouth. She leaned forward against the cold metal railings of the Mt. Portwell Park as she overlooked the entirety of St. Portwell, the city went on with it's life. The port received more shipments, more fish were caught. People lived and died as she hung around the observation deck of the park. The crunching of boots behind her broke the silence as she took as a long drag from that lucky Grey Strike of hers.

"So that's it, you're not coming? After everything we did? After I got fucking greenlit by Judas, wasted everything I had just so you could hold onto this dream!" Lee said, a duffelbag over his back and his 'chopper' running, spitting out fumes minus all the Wolfpack decals he once had on it.

"It's not a dream Lee, it's a nightmare that I live every day. What exists here is getting out of hand, I don't want to lose you like I lost Tyler. Magic is dangerous, para-norms are dangerous. I know you have one-eye-open, it's hard to see it all but, no one should have that power. My dad was.." She trailed off, thinking back to the night at the Kaiser's Mansion before shaking off the thought. She choked up for a moment. "A good example of how good people go bad."

Lee walked up behind her, drawn by her commitment to such a hopeless cause. Like a moth to a flame, he hugged her from behind pulling her in. She felt so weak when he hugged her, she couldn't even fight back despite being so mad and full of rage.

"Everleigh, you have to listen. If you keep this up, this quest to protect everyone. Rid the world of evil, stop people from being people. Magic from flowing, it's going to kill you. I won't be there to save you. You will die in St. Portwell, alone." Eve eventually peeled herself away from Lee's tight embrace, taking another inhale of the cigarette she quickly exhaled it through her nose as she turned to face him as tears dragged down her eyes.

"Fuck.. Lee if that's what it takes then that's the price I'll pay. I can't go on living this lie any longer, I'm not my dad. People only know me as a drifter or a punk, besides you. If I can change St. Portwell for the better I will, it's the least I can do after ever-" Lee smiled, taking the cigarette out of her hand before he kissed her one last time.

"Find me in Seattle, once this is all over. I didn't steal all this gold, just for you to die doing something stupid." Lee chuckled, taking a drag from her cigarette before killing it. Dropping it to the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot, he ruffled her hair like she was some kid. Eve watched him as he got on his bike and took off, heading out and away from St. Portwell forever.

Eve wiped the tears away from her eyes, but it didn't seem like it would stop. After a few moments, she stared towards Kali looking him in the eyes.

"I remember." As he began to get shut out from her mind and memories, like the invader he was.

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A wave of emotion hit Eve like a brick, as tears visibly drooled down her face from both of her eyes. She didn't know why, or how but she was thinking about Lee Weaver again. Stupid boy, a stupid boy she still loved. Had it been a year? She began to block out the thoughts again, wiping her face with her jacket as she composed herself but to anyone watching her they'd definitely notice something had changed.

“A vote where the final call is made by the one with a gun doesn’t seem very democratic,” said Sloane. “I abstain.”

She didn't fucking get it, Sloane never seemed to get it even when she was the genius in the room. Maybe she should of clarified that she wasn't going to shoot Kali if he lost, it just made sense to take the gun from the babbling, self-calming & righteous FBI Agent. Eve focused on her hate of law enforcement to return her to her senses at the time. Kali was a threat, in some way. The people had to vote if they wanted him or not, she wouldn't stand in the way of that.

”Maybe no one should have a gun?” Luca suggested.

"Not going to happen Luca, better that someone who actually knows how to use it holds it for now. I'll give it back to Kali once things are settled on the books for good." She turned her a growing burning hatred towards Sloane.

"I'm only voting last because I value the opinions of the others here, gun isn't in play here. Karen." She gritted her teeth for a moment, days like today were hard without him.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Eve's eyes flickered to Drake who had his final fantasy-esque lightning sword shattered for the time being, once the room read that it was Jack who came through the portal it seemed like everything calmed down for the time being. Auri browbeating her didn't seem like anything new but the cigarette she had earlier sat smoking in one of her pots, Eve wondered if it made her happier. "Karen.." She took out a third cigarette with a defeated sigh and tossed it to Drake. The shadows in the shade of the stalls and limited darkness of the flower shop 'kicked' up the cigarette as it fell making sure it didn't hit the ground before on the last leg the shadows kicked it up right towards Drake Blackmore. It would go flying toward his head, he could catch it with his hand or mouth (or biceps) if he wanted to.

"Good seeing you, hero." She mumbled acknowledging the 2nd most jacked man in the flower shop.

It felt good, when even Linqian agreed with Eve it made her seem like she was in the right. Drake chipped in, no one wanted some Special Agent Francis Morgan running around with them in the end. The government wasn't tapped into the whole idea of magic or idiots running around wielding it and sealing monsters away. Maybe? The surely had an idea in some regard, but what that looked like on the chessboard was an unknown.

Kali was a weird motherfucker, he wasn't like this way back when but perhaps he lost it along the way all these years. There was no way he was an agent, maybe he worked for a different clique. Greenwood, Dollhouse the picture wasn't clear yet but he didn't possess any prowess a law enforcement officer would have. Seeing the gun being placed on the table, she rolled up her sleeves exposing the ink on her arm it opened up the field for Everleigh to make a play. She approached the table briskly closing the distance, like a predator onto their prey. Picking up the Glock, she racked the slide back chambering a round of cold brass into the chamber of the firearm.

She roughly pressed it to the side of Kali's temple.

"Your pitch sucks, dude."

Eve said, her finger riding high on the slide not intending to blow Kali's brains at this very instance. She looked like she knew how to wield the polymer-based firearm, the cold steel of the barrel dug into the side of Kali's head.

"We sealed a dead god, ran through universes to collect items that don't even exist. Lost people, and still won. If you think we're afraid of the government, I think you're dead wrong." She pulled the glock away from his head, tucking it into her waistband as she went to walk back over to Edict.

"I don't think you're wrong about the Father Wolf thing, I think the Father is an idea not just on person. It's not Judas, but I'm not going to say no to kicking his ass." Eve stood closer to Edict, preparing for him to steal from her or do something with that big-little centre he had flying around.

"I'm going to hold onto your glock for safe keeping, you don't seem well Kali. There's something off about you, 'n I'm not one to jump to conclusions, yet. Besides, we know a bullet isn't going to kill you and this bravado is strange. Your verbiage is strange, the way you carry yourself. I don't think you're a cop, perhaps something else and that could be hella deadly." She hiked up her jeans keeping a cursory look to the group, while staying frosty with her new metal-polymer friend in her pants.

"We should have this vote, I'll go last. No one try for the gun, I'd hate to make this place a bigger mess than it already is." Eve sniffled, but she was to hold her ground.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Before Eve could ever really reply to Luca and the potential of 'rotten' pills, Sully came barging in. As she was hanging on to Finn by a thread she soon found herself in the arms of Sully, the actual healer. "I knew you were still around." She said before finding herself being nursed back to health by the Chalice. Every drop of 'magical' elixir entered her body, renewing her with strength and vitality as the brutal beating she had endured hours earlier seemed to vanish from her person. Color returned to her skin, internal bleeding slowed and stopped and of course her nose was back to its pristine self. Eve pulled the bandage off from a once broken nose, dropping it in the plant she flicked her cigarette to.

"Thank you, I missed you Healer Sully." Eve said remembering that he was the big guy who carried around that eldtrich chalice of his. She held onto his huge tree-trunk arms, it was almost comical but as the strength returned to her body she held onto his arm almost like a crutch before standing on her own after a minute or so, walking over Grayson Devola she took out her pack of Grey Strikes cigarettes offering it to one Gray guy. She'd then put a lone Grey Strike above her left ear with her blonde locks as she looked out. Watching Drake being sound blasted, people gobbling and gasping around as people literally came out of the woodworks.

"I missed this shit." She said whispering to Devola, a known thief and hearttaker. Her eyes darted looking over to Kali and Auri as they returned to give some kind of news.

"Sup A." Everleigh said to Auri, her shop turned into a china shop after a earthquake while she was gone for mere moments to sort out Kali.

"I hope this ain't the chalice talkin' but did I catch this right? Kali you're a fed, badge-carrying, gun-toting federal agent? Dude, I'm not sure how I feel about this 'cuz I spent a good amount of time behind bars upstate because of people like you."

She kept her hands in her jacket pockets, her right digits fumbling around with a old but handy pair of brass knuckles.

"Anyone reason us para-norms shouldn't send you packing back to your field office? Authority brings trouble, and I got a serious authority problem."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Grabbing onto Finn's shoulder, whether it was taut or not did not matter to the woman as she balanced herself off him. Body weight shifted as she chummed away on the cigarette in her mouth. She puffed a exhale of cancer towards Grayson Devola as her eyes moved over to the talking head. Taking one last inhale from the stick, she flicks the Stubb away into one of Auri's flower pots. Thankfully moist soil and burning ashes don't mix into a fire, right? She felt the taste of blood and iron return to her mouth as she spit off to the side of the floor, whether it was waxed and shined didn't matter anymore.

A crimson stain would leave its mark on the shop's floor like a forever pact of a certain coven long ago.

"Shut up Devola, go steal some painkillers for me. We'll call it even." She said looking up to him, face not swollen or severely discolored. A black eye, a healing face, a broken nose, and a soul unshattered. Eve had the face of a survivor, it was a hard look to shake from her.

Much like the history of this coven, much hadn't changed after all.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Hider

A familiar taste of metal oozed into Eve's mouth as she spit blood out, she couldn't pull herself out of the grasps of the dude who was holding her arms behind her in that neon lit parking lot of the Veni Vedi Veni. Wham! A punch grazed across her face as she recoiled from being slammed in the face by such a hammer fist. Spitting out blood she looked towards the oaf feeding her punches, she tensed up her arms wrenching against the guy who was holding her in place. Blood dribbled from her nose and mouth as she reactively spit on the biker in front of her.

"Fucking punk.." She muttered Wham! another punch across the bow left her head spinning again as her knees buckled but she was forced to stand up straight. "You think you can just scam our club and get away with it you little bitch!?" He was angry, big beard, shaved head the whole nine yards but no Judas. Eve blinked weakly as she looked back up to him trying to think of something witty to help her escape the situation. "...You take I-O-" Wham! that one knocked the wind out of her as she almost fell again only being stood up by the goon again.

Blinking tears out of her eyes she looked up as baldie reached into his boot for a knife, this definitely wasn't going. Moving her wrists she found purchase of grabbing onto the man behind her. Within moments he screamed out in pain, his skin growing frostbitten and cold as night drew over St. Portwell. Eve took her chance, running with the world spinning at her toes she ran towards the edge of the parking lot. The seven foot fence of freedom, she jumped and found her foot finding a hold in one of the spooled wired gaps. Reaching the top she felt a familiar, huge hand grab onto her!

"Gah! Fucker!" She said struggling, falling over the other side all the goon got was the MC colors she was wearing at the time. Left in her t-shirt and repairable jeans she took off. Way faster, and nimbler than the thugs that wanted her debt money and perhaps her life.

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Oh right, the meeting.

Stumbling out of her small apartment, she did the best she could to fix herself up. Nose? The bone was set and held in place with a bandage. Cuts? Cleaned, and bandaged with polysporin. Scrapes on her arms? Washed out and covered by her clothing (not the ink, never fuck with the ink.) The trip to the Flowers and Canvas was one that would be taken by way of taxi, a popular mode of transportation in St. Portwell, almost falling out and paying her fare for the ride. Eve found herself at the front gates of heaven, or hell but ultimately it depended on who you asked.

A recall of memory, drama and more. She lined up a Grey Strike cigarette to her lips, her hands were a big shaky from an overdose of violence and trauma for the day. Lighting it with her blood-stained zippo lighter, the metal sounded dull without proper maintenance and care. She stumbled in, taking long drags of the burning tobacco. It calmed her, and for Mazzy Star it kept her alert. Alert that Eve was smoking, there was no actual evidence this helped Mazzy but she knew Eve was smoking.

Seeing such a big crowd, of faces she knew or thought she knew back then. Shit, it was a lot to take it.

"Sup... Who was the healer again?" Eve held her balance on a nearby plant for a moment as she edged her way over to the crowd of 'witches'.

She eventually placed a supportive hand on Finn's shoulder, surely he wouldn't let her fall?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree

Everleigh Thorn

"Here we go again."

_______________________________________________ Everleigh Thorn She/Her | 28 | All-American | 5'8ft | 142.5 lbs _______________________________________________ Rebel. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I've seen and done things I shouldn't of." ___________________________________ [+] [Boxing] ⫻ (Picked up after the battle of the Stygian Snake, Eve has become a regular at St. Portwell's Golden Gloves Gym.) [Crisis Negotiator] ⫻ (Eve has a way of will to get what she wants, striking deals and backstabbing others. She's very persuasive!) [Local Guide] ⫻ (Eve is well acquainted with St. Portwell all the factions that harbor within, she knows all the hot spots and the hot shots who run the show.)

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Looks can be deceiving." Everleigh can be described as 'young' female at a height of five foot eight. She has some ink on her forearms mostly of anti-establishment type of tattoos and slogans. Eve is of a lithe build and is often wearing post-punk apparel still showing her roots are deep within a movement that long died in St. Portwellk, some might consider this anti-authority She is often seen wearing black spit shined boots or shitty sneakers, and jeans with the cuffs rolled up mixed with random band t-shirts.

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"Save your psycho-analyzing bullshit for someone who cares."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Total annihilation of rival groups to the 8th Street Coven, take control of St. Portwell for the betterment of humankind.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Life is too fleeting to give into comfort, safety and security, Eve learned that the hard way. Everyone could be a target, if things like the Stygian Snake exist then the world isn't the sun and flowers that was pushed in pre-school. This simple dogma tested from time is what Eve follows, survival of the fittest.

SECRETS ⫻ It's not common knowledge what the Kaiser's real name was, and being the daughter of a psychopath is something Eve doesn't want becoming public, for now.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual, full stop.

FEARS ⫻ Being attacked for her father's transgressions, return of the Stygian Snake. Failure, being killed by 'Father Wolf.'

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Happy, Optimistic, Driven. Kind of a hippie, nothing like herself now. Anyone who knew who from back then who sees her for the first time now might not recognize her.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Eve played a fluid role between support and offensive as her magic put her in a peculiar place, sometimes good and sometimes terrible. It made her unpredictable, deadly but also a haphazard wildcard.

FLAWS ⫻ Being closed-minded towards humans and those without magic, her inability to trust people. It's hindered her ability to communicate with others and build connections.

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"I lost everything."

St. Portwell was picturesque, a place you could live your life uninterrupted. That's how most of Everleigh's life went, with her brother Tyler and parents their lives for the most part were mundane. Though the Stygian Snake didn't discriminate on it's quest to godhood, the snake took Tyler from his family. Whether he was killed, consumed or turned into some kind of creature Eve never found it. She was here when it happened, when things changed forever.

The death of Tyler awakened something inside Eve, or rather someone. Mazzy Star had been watching, as apparitions do from the realms that they exist in. Mazzy saw within the emotions, the anger and sorrow from within Eve that she could be a guardian of the damned. Only someone with a pure heart and with the personal experience of trauma, and loss could understand and help the human plight. To better mankind and protect it, on that day going forward the two made a pact and became adjoined.

Eve wasn't the only one, stricken with grief or rage from the attack of this monster. A cadre of the damned began to form under one popular girl named Ashley Stone. Hell, they were all kids not knowing what the fuck they were getting into. All displaying magic of some sorts, connections to beings that didn't exist in this universe. It was a lot to take in, looking back Eve was the oldest but the others seemed to be so mature either through their trials and tribulations or trauma.

After the battle had concluded, it became clear to Everleigh that the magic of the apparition killer and beings like the Snake needed to be controlled. It was clear, that their demise would never happen due to things the young warrior could never understand. Regardless, everyone she had fought alongside with had been given a gift and she was sure they weren't alone. No one should be able to wield such magic, the thought of being a mundane human was fleeting considering what had happened.

One Coven member gone bad, think of all the people who would die in Portwell. All hell could break loose, the loss of loved ones. There were only a few answers to this question, Does anyone with amagic have to die or be sealed away or their magic would have to cease to exist? How could that be even achieved?

When it was brought to the group, the idea was met with hostility. Some believed they were gifted, some thought it was divine intervention. With the fall of the Stygian Snake these ideas had no place in the depths of group that existed to seal a demi-god using magic in which they received, from unknown magic themselves.

Eve left without a word, not that her brothers and sisters had changed, but she had.

Nathaniel Thorn for the majority of his life was a nobody, a financial accountant for a relatively obscure corporation in Portwell that carried on the day-to-day of the mundane. When the Stygian Snake was sealed something awoke in Nathan, a magic of sorts or calling but fundamentally the man had been changed for the worst. Someone who had never had a hateful bone in their body all of a sudden started to spew rhetoric, it would be found out it was nothing he believed in but affected persons in Portwell and the surrounding cities began to buy into the speeches eventually following the new, outspoken leader.

Eve being his daughter didn't have much of a say in the matter, her father appeared to have turned clerk to block leader within a matter of weeks. No longer bound by the Coven she once fought with she found herself falling into a newly formed Coven. The 8th Street Coven, ran by the unofficial fourth leader of the Sycamore, Emily Reed! She was rough around the edges, some would call her a bitch while others think she got the job done. Eve never had a problem with Emily, she knew how to take orders and while she may of came off as a bitch sometimes to her Eve knew the importance of their groups triumphed any drama that came. There were a lot of ups and downs through the start, but overcoming the groups in St. Portwell was apart of the challenge.

While the Dollhouse was relatively unknown, it's good practice not to poke a bear with a stick and that's what the Kaiser didn't account for. Unbeknownst to Eve, while this would free everyone in servitude to the group she would indirectly be responsible for the death of her father. Eve meddled with the Dollhouse's affairs and pinned it on Da Sonnenrad, this in turn united the 8th and Greenwood Covens. Once Greenwood and the 8th kicked down the doors of their last stronghold, Eve watched as "Night Sky” a member of Greenwood murder her father. It was traumatic, and devastating she was still his daughter despite what had happened and only a few people in the world knew the true game behind Nathaniel Thorn. It was a cruel but necessary evil to undertake, with the Kaiser gone a curtain of evil had been lifted, for now.

After the dust had settled she found herself alongside Emily once again, the Coven began a search for the apparition killer. Admittedly Eve and the others had their memories wiped, so it was like looking for a needle in the haystack. Leaving Emily to her search for the holy grail, Eve continued to run the admin work in the backend and continued to curate connections and network with other groups that aligned with the 8th Street Coven, all the while coping with the death of her father and the power shift in St. Portwll

Though the thought of the truth not being out there began to sink into Eve's mind, the Thorn Family weren't neo-nazis nor were they psychopaths. Sometimes power made people mad, but the father's sins were not that of the daughter. There was a growing feeling of injury towards Eve's pride that had been compounding since the death of her father, a feeling that she needed to prove to everyone that she was more than just a victim, a lackey, a nobody.

That's when Ashley died.

Auri Auclair recalled her, and others to meet. She'd give the meeting a go, but this was a past she didn't want to dig up nor fall back into.

All the Stygian Snake brought was regret, failure and trauma. If only she could seal those feelings away for good.

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"If it wasn't for Mazzy Star, I don't know where I'd be."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Adjoined).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Temporal Synergy, the Abstraction grants Eve a different elemental ability depending on what time of day it is.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Everleigh is adjoined to an Apparition known as Mazzy Star, a woman who was a Red Adept in life. Mazzy Star has long forgotten about the person whose death spawned her existence, but she knows that this woman had a profound connection to the ebb and flow of the world. She seeks to guide and protect mankind and adjoins those she feels are worthy. At the very basest, Mazzy Star grants Eve a slow form of flight - she can fly about the same speed she leisurely walks. [You can decide Mazzy Star's appearance]

DAWN - PYROMANCY ⫻ As the morning light hits, Everleigh gains the ability of Pyromancy. Eve's pyromancy is as standard as it comes: she can generate fire, manipulate existing flames, and summon fire in her hand, shaping it into projectiles or complex forms. She can do anything from shoot fireballs, creating walls of flames, etc. However, this Pyromancy comes from the sun's power and is linked to it. When the sun is shining the brightest, her pyromancy is at its strongest - but at the nascent hours of sunrise, and when it's cloudy, it is at its weakest.

MIDDAY - AEROMANCY ⫻ As the sun reaches its zenith, Eve taps into the boundless currents of Aeromancy. She can manipulate the air around her, creating gusts that range from gentle breezes to powerful winds such as tornadoes and cyclones. Eve can create a barrier by creating an orb of rushing wind that deflects projectiles and prevents people from entering. By controlling the air currents around her, Eve can lift herself off the ground and soar through the sky at incredible speeds.

DUSK - TWILIMANCY ⫻ As the evening sun dips, Eve unveils a combination of Umbramancy and Photomancy - both tethered to night and day. Eve can weave and shape light and shadows in a concise range around herself (around two meters) and solidify these elements to create constructs. She can create whatever construction comes to mind and telekinetically maneuver these constructs to create weapons, barriers, etc. However, to utilize this elemental ability requires a gentle balance between light and darkness - there cannot be too much of either element.

NIGHT - CRYOMANCY ⫻ As the night falls, Eve can channel the night's chill and the frigid power of Cyromancy. It functions very similar to her Pyromancy ability she gains in the morning in that she can freeze the environment and manipulate existing light. She can precisely shape ice, create barriers and weapons, and freeze the environment with just a touch. The ambient temperature influences the effectiveness of her Cryomancy; in warmer surroundings, her control and raw strength weaken.

LIMITS ⫻ The first and foremost limit is that Eve cannot choose which elemental ability she can tap into at which time. It's entirely out of her control, and she may be stuck with an ability that is either useless at best or actively detrimental at worst. Eve's Pyromancy is directly tied to the intensity of sunlight. Her ability to generate and control fire is weakened in overcast conditions or during the early hours of sunrise. Eve can manipulate fire in a radius of around thirty-eight meters, however. Eve's ability to manipulate the air is interfered with by conditions in which the air would be polluted by elements such as smoke and dust. They interfere with it and make it far harder for her to control air, and her range is relatively short at around ten meters. To use her Twilimancy effectively, there must be a balance between light and darkness - if the area is too bright or too dark, she will be effectively powerless, and her range is short at two meters. Cryomancy's effectiveness is influenced by ambient temperature; Eve's ability to generate and control ice is less potent in warmer environments. If the area is humid, it'll interfere with her ability to shape ice precisely. Emotional-Fields prevent Eve from directly using any of her abilities on the Paranormal.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The opposing element of fire is water, and water can quickly extinguish Eve's flames... which Eve is not immune to. If Eve is not careful, she can quickly burn herself, and outside fire sources can still burn her. Fire being present interferes with her Aeromancy ability, and using it excessively can cause shortness of breath and interfere with Eve's ability to breathe - going all out would cause her to pass out. Using her Twilimancy interferes with her ability to see; by using it, her vision will dim further and further until she is temporarily blind. Fire opposes ice, and like her Pyromancy ability, Eve is not immune to the cold in the slightest, so she can give herself hypothermia.

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"This is some world ending shit, man."

Owes some money to Wolfpack MC.

Mazzy Star

Don't Forget Me

The Peacekeepers.

Trey mentioned the fabled faction when the group arrived, for those not familiar with the intergalactic force. They are the arm of law enforcement that touches all of the land, eventually. Part military, part law enforcement and part government deathsquad they take souls and ask for little in return. The fact they are coming to Godfrey could mean an end to the rebel insurgency that is going on, but it could also mean the end for True Patriot as well. The Peacekeepers are more along the line of makers, three days was a tight timeline to find a girl on a dust ball.

Would they be able to do it?

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Richard Demantis - Executive Business Agent, True Patriot - Godfrey

The dude in the ivory threads strolled over, flanked by a six-pack of True Patriot goons armed to the teeth in sand-kissed power armor. One of them even had a smartgun, decked out in more tech than a cyborg's wet dream. Ivory-suit guy, standing at a solid five-nine, surrounded by his army of corporate muscle, strutted up. Tilted his gallon hat like he's some rancher, shielding himself from the sun. Pale as a ghost, he was the type who manages mega-corp accounts in a godforsaken place like Godfrey. And here he was, meeting a ragtag crew of misfits.

"Howdy there!" Ivory man drawled out with a Godfrey accent, adjusting his suit and the mirrored shades glued to his face. Looked like he hadn't seen daylight in ages. "Welcome to the Town of Fiction. Name's Richard, I'm the TruePatriot rep in these parts. We got a legal leash on this land and everyone under it. Glad you swung by, 'cause things are a bit wild. Tourism's in the dumps, and workplace injuries are up. I reckon you're here on some important business, but getting out of Fiction's been a real pain thanks to the Guild throwing a tantrum."

"Let me roll out the red carpet for ya. Follow me; I got a ground shuttle that'll whisk us away to my branch's office. We can chat about a sweet business deal in these... challenging times," he tossed in, sounding like he'd trade his left arm for some outside help.