Rusalka

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai Okies

"Are your boobs natural?"

Tits are so metal. \m/

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, but you are unemployed and your rent has been jacked up along with the rest of your bills and the IRS would like a word with you.

Oh and all your RPs are infested with bronies.

I wish I could go back in time and correct all the mistakes I have made, not to give myself a better life but those around me.

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel

" I see two fine gems here by themselves which worries me very much."

Evelyn groaned gritting her sharp dragon teeth. Didn't she just tell one pervert to piss off? Perhaps this other one didn't get the memo she figured. Well, better remind him then. Twas odd to Ev this boy's voice. Quite feminine, a bit softer than a typical rowdy male's would sound, but that didn't stop her from giving the flirting bastard a bit of lip. Without even turning to face him she muttered, "And I see a punk who's about to get his face kicked in if he keeps flirting with me. Sorry Jack Sparrow, ain't interested."

Supernatural Mansion/City (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

“Is that all you've got?”

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Evelyn Nazareth Thorne

|Nickame|

Ev or Evvie

|Birth Date|

Unknown

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Female

|Species|

Blood Mage/Dragon

A P P E A R A N C E

"Why don't you take a picture, perv?"

|In Depth Appearance|

Evelyn stands about 5'2'' and weighs roughly 135 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a c-cup. Her raven black hair is always tied up but sometimes she will wear it untied. Evelyn's been noted for her pale white skin and her creepy blood red eyes that glow when she becomes either excited or angry and dim when she is sad or depressed. You'll never see her wear bright colors either, because she hates them, so expect to see Ev always wearing black clothing. The glasses are just for show too, since she has good vision. Evelyn just thinks they make her look cool. As for tattoos, there is one on her left shoulder blade of two black snakes biting eachother's tails forming a circle. In the midst of the circle is a bizarre sigil flanked by several mysterious runes. At one time, she did have a pair of black horns protruding from her head, but she has long since cut them off and filed them down in order to fit in more. But still, she has kept her large black wings, just using special magic to keep them hidden. They only unfurl should she feel threatened, angry, or excited.

|Voice|

youtu.be/E-rYgoJF0v4?t=28s

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

"Aww you wanna know about me? How sweet, because I could barely give a shit about you."

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Dark clothes, scary movies, gothic horror novels, creepy and morbid stuff, metal music, coffee and cigarettes, girls, classical music, playing guitar and piano

✘People she finds annoying, daylight, bullies, pop music, meat (she's vegetarian), her family

|Habits|

Sleeping late, never cleaning up after herself, stealing her roommate's stuff, hogging the shower for too long, constantly either reading, drawing or looking up at the stars

|Fears|

Because of her powers and her family's sordid legacy, Evelyn believes herself to be a monster and fears becoming close to people. As much as she wants to find happiness in someone, be it a friend or a lover, her asocial attitude makes it difficult as she reluctantly pushes people away with her cold, callous nature and her hostile attitude.



"What was that, you punk?!"

A B I L I T I E S

"One ticket for the Murder Train, coming right up!"

|Fighting Style|

Evelyn's a berserker. When she attacks, she goes in hard, brutal, and without mercy. Whether she's digging her claws into your flesh or violating your mind with horrific visions of gore and terror, she is unrelenting in her fury and rage.



"DIE!"

Not to mention being quite acrobatic, along with her slim frame, makes it easy for her to evade most attacks quickly.



"Hmph! Missed me, prick!"

|Powers/Abilities|



Being her body is infused with dragon blood, she has been granted a few unique abilities, such as a keen, sharpened sense, enhanced strength and agility, and lastly the ability to transform into a powerful black dragon. Her wings also give her the ability to fly, but only for a brief amount of time, and she can use them to shield herself from attacks. Evelyn's main magic however is blood magic, forbidden, evil. She has the ability to manipulate blood, whether it be her own or her victims' into physical manifestations, often with terrifying results.

|Weapon|

S T I G M A T A - While Evelyn can form her blood into many different weapons, her most commonly used is Stigmata, a razor sharp scythe that can cleave through nearly anything, including human flesh.

|Special Attacks/Defenses/Fatalities|

I Know Why Judas Wept - Slamming Stigmata into her opponent's torso with all her might, Evelyn then courses the blood through their veins to form into several nails that burst through their hands and feet, contorting their body into an agonizing pose similar to crucifixion before disemboweling them horribly from the inside and forcing them to bleed out from every orifice of their body.

Deathgrip on Yesterday - Stigmata becomes a gigantic, bloody claw that ensnares its victims, crushing the life out of them and grinding their bones into ash while slamming them around.

Monster's Ball - Evelyn triggers the attack by shattering Stigmata into several smaller blood sickles, sending them careening towards her enemy in a cloud of deadly projectiles that rip them to shreds while shooting them upwards into the sky, finally finishing them off with a giant bloody spike slamming them into the ground.

Into the Arms of Sorrow - Evelyn's defensive maneuver. Albeit painfully, her wings will sprout from her back and enshroud her body in a shield of temporary protection. However, the weaker Evelyn becomes, the less effective it is at protecting her.

Fuckyoupunctured - Evelyn forms her blood into a storm of tiny blood needles she sticks one by one into her victim, embedding them deep into their body. Once every needle is in place, she swells them with blood, often slowly, till her opponent explodes into a gory mess.

|Advantages|

Evelyn's brutal fighting style, mixed with her dark magic, makes for her to be a very intimidating presence on the battlefield. Just the mere sight of her can strike fear into the hearts of her foes, often times rendering them unable to defend against her relentless assault.

|Disadvantages|

While most of Evelyn's attacks are crushing and indeed chaotic, she is strictly a close combat specialist with maybe a few far ranged attacks, thus limiting her abilities. Also most, if not all of Evelyn's powers are controlled by anger and hatred, and the more she feels, the less of a grip she has over herself, becoming a danger to all, even to those she loves. Often, overuse of her power can weaken her due to exerting her body to great levels of stress, sometimes causing splitting headaches, fatigue, and nosebleeds.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

"Do you really want to see what's in my mind?"

|Personality|
♦ Cynical ♦ Antisocial ♦ Moody ♦ Sarcastic ♦

She mostly likes to keep to herself, but doesn't really mind speaking with others. She is easily annoyed by some people, and may come off as a total bitch, but she does have a caring side to her and will fiercely protect those she cares for. Also, Evelyn is mostly attracted to girls, but has never had the courage to ask any out. She isn't afraid to speak her mind either when she feels she needs to, and she is noted for both her sharp tongue and her bitter view of the world.

|Place of Origin|

An old, decrepit cathedral at the top of a black mountain called the Spire of Debilitas

|History|



"Some things you just don't need to know..."

Evelyn's history is a bit of a touchy subject for her. She doesn't like to bring it up, and probably never will, even given the proper circumstances. All she can tell you is her parents are an immortal blood mage and a powerful dragon, and that she was born through a ritual involving her mother being raped by the dragon then submerged in a chasm of blood for nine long months. Her only reason for being here is simple. It is simply to get away from her family and live her life free of their control.

|Personal Strengths|

None really, aside from being a proficient swordswoman, a talented musician, and her impeccable taste in music.


"Eh, I prefer chopping them in half anyways. More fun than just casting spells."

|Personal Weaknesses|

Her constant urge to drive people away from her, not to mention her volatile temper, has made her bitter and lonely. She feels she is a person undeserving of anything good, be it the love of another or just happiness in general. Often times when given the chance, Evelyn will shut herself away. It would take a brave and daring soul to even crack the shell she keeps herself hidden inside.

T R I V I A L M A T T E R S

|Extra|



"Nope, nothing else to add. Now go away before I feed you your spleen."

Well...she is allergic to cats.

|Themes|

Melancholy Mixtape - Evelyn's Normal Themes

Theme 1 - Her Face in the Moonlight

Theme 2 - Would You Kiss a Demon?

Theme 3 - Meditate or Medicate

Theme 4 - A Book, a Girl, and a Nice Cup of Coffee

Theme 5 - Ever Go Swimming at Night?

Theme 6 - If I Show You My Heart

Antennas to Hell - Evelyn's Battle Themes

Theme 1 - Carnival of Carnage

Theme 2 - Eaten Alive with Rotten Teeth

Theme 3 - Schizophrenic Ballroom

Theme 4 - Murder in the Moshpit

Theme 5 - Dragged by a Hook in Your Jaw

Theme 6 - And Her Hate Drowned the World

|Room Number|
6

Supernatural Mansion/City (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Letmehaveone2 Six if I may ^___^

Dead Roads

@MissCapnCrunch@Framing A Moose@Princeofhearts@IronWill@Leda @Drakeonis

As Harley would probably say, the hens were clucking and waiting on their din-dins.

Liz sighed rubbing the back of her head and fixing the dull gray beanie adorning such before the rest of the group showed up.

The first was Scott, returning from his morning patrol and giving Moses the daily report. "Wilco captain." Liz gave a mocking salute. Then soon arrived Virginia looking like hammered shit. A few nights on cold concrete would do that to you. Still, she looked just as cute to Liz. Liz chuckled at the sight of her tousled blonde locks and just her overall fatigued appearance, "Morning sleeping beauty." Wonder who woke her up? Prince Charming or Maleficent herself?

Once Virginia ambled a little bit closer, Liz seeing the blonde's reaction to the dead gathering out front, another girl arrived on scene. Jane, the resident mad scientist of this motley band of survivors, the Dr. Josef Mengle of the zombie apocalypse. She approached the group carefully, as always trying to keep up an astute and professional demeanor, when really it just made her look to Liz like a cute hipster nerd, instant heartthrob material for the punk rocker. She lit another cigarette, taking a slow drag and exhaling smoke before replying with a shrug to Jane. "Yeah, what's up Jane Doe?" She said yawning and stretching again. She hasn't had much sleep at all since this whole debacle began, and it was starting to take its toll on her. But then again, how can you sleep knowing the next day could be your last....even the next hour? For Jane, Liz figured another fetch quest for research material, hacking off limbs and bringing back globs of gore for the lab rat to analyze thinking she was gonna find some breakthrough miracle and save the world.

As if...

Lastly, the two hunters finally dragged their butts up the stairs to the roof. Hunter, the irony of that name, already on his usual bitchy whine-fests about how the group was running out of food. Like Liz didn't know. They hit every supermarket, convenience store, restaurant, and whatever else in this god forsaken city, and that was just last week. The supply runs were becoming more and more finite each day, yes, but Liz didn't need to hear the constant complaining about it, especially when she hasn't had her morning smoke and her coffee yet.

Calamity Jane followed behind Hunter too, typical of her as well to be the only sunshine in this dark storm of human decay, of bitterness, depression, anxiety, and a whole bunch of other shit words a licensed therapist spouted at Liz once upon a time. The cowgirl, never being one to enter the fray unless needed, plopped her ass down in a chair on the roof, Liz's chair unfortunately, and stretched giving a great, hearty yawn of her own and catching her hat before it fell off. "Lord have mercy! Y'all sure are an antsy bunch today! Y'all sound like a bunch of cows mooing before a big tornado." Harley giggled before hopping to her feet again and joining the group circle. "If y'all ask me, Hunter is right. Food's gettin' hard to find around this here city, and them zombies are getting tougher to fight off. Poor Riley nearly got bit by them bastards. They some ornery little critters, I'm tellin' you." A brief bout of laughter before she resumed turning to the boy, "I can go huntin' with you while Liz and the others go scavegin'. Been a while since I shot me a good whitetail, and there's plenty out there."

"Alright." Liz said with a sigh, taking another drag of her cigarette, cheekily huffing smoke into the cowgirl's face and getting her a nasty look from Harley. "So Patsy Cline here's gonna go shoot some deer with Hunter. The squad and I are gonna jack some more body parts for Jane Doe, and hopefully before the sun sets we don't end up zombie chow. We're running out of places to bury more bodies anyways." A coy jest, but a grim reminder that not only the food was growing short...but the morale. If it wasn't for Harley always keeping an upbeat attitude, albeit annoying to Liz, then this whole ship of fools would be sinking in the whirling seas of blood and guts below them. "We just gotta get the big boss' word before we go out cracking skulls first." She added while turning to Moses, an expectant pause with her arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked.

For a while, Harley kept silent. Liz always being the negative nancy, it was like the rocker wanted to put a dent in her cheerful demeanor, or at least set out to. She sighed stretching her arms behind her back, groaning a bit as sleeping on hay and hard ground hasn't done her back much favor. The same could be said for the cute blonde across from her, Harley's blue eyes sparkling bright upon noticing her. "Hey Virginia!" She smiled scooting over to Virginia and giving her a friendly hug. "Well, don't you look like you been through hell and back! Still just as cute as a baby chick! Golly, we didn't think you was ever gonna wake up. How you feeling, girl?"

Noah joined the group later, Liz really paying him no mind but getting a greeting from Harley, "Howdy Noah! Glad you could join us." A smile and a wave she gave the shy boy. A bit of a weird fellow he was to the cowgirl, but didn't mean she had to treat him like stigma. It pegged Harley as something funny though, Noah and Moses, both Biblical names. Well if anyone was gonna see them out of this trainwreck of society, it would have to be the good Lord above....or Liz if they pissed her off enough.

Dead Roads

@Framing A Moose No shit car humper! <.<

@Drakeonis Ah... Okie den. ^___^;

Well I'mma sleep now. G'night guys!