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[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "The Seventh Seal"[/h3]

If a picture was worth a thousand words, then Evelyn's own portrait drawn by the hand of Death's fledgling painted more than a thousand.  She had to admit, the son of the Grim Reaper had quite the impressive artistic skill under his belt, but that didn't change the fact another damn reaper was soliciting her.  Still, the sketch did quite a bit of justice to her, made her look kinda badass too, but upon further scrutiny, the goth girl noticed how he had captured....her eyes, eyes that held only...suffering on the inside, a sense to belong elsewhere after leaving chaos and discord in her wake, to hold something...or rather someone...who was no longer there.

[color=ed1c24]"Real people person, aren't you?"[/color] Evelyn quipped taking a drag off her smoke, snuffing it out on the table and leaving a small burn in the scratched and paint chipped surface.  [color=ed1c24]"Nice drawing by the way.  I guess that's some merit you aren't gonna cleave my head off with a scythe, heh, not that you'd have a chance.  As for a fight...whenever I feel up to it."[/color]  She said while playing her guitar again to the tune of [i]Snuff[/i] by Slipknot.  Over the faint hum of Thanatos however, she resumed speaking to him, 

[color=ed1c24]"I just returned from Hell, so, a fight's not what I'm looking for.  Me, I just want answers.  I just want to know...h how everything has changed since my death..."[/color]