• Name: Evelune Ikku
• Title: Riptind (R.I.P)
• Age: 19
• Emblem: A titanium colored fish hook piercing in the corner of her bottom lip
• Devil Arm:

At first, it was a long scimitar forged of fine metals that held the force of a hundred tidal waves within each blow; now it has broken into shards and embedded itself into her teeth, fingernails and toenails make them neigh unbreakable that were designed specifically to rip flesh from bone even through armor. Her nails on both ends are hooked and can not be removed cleanly, when retracting her hand chunks of flesh tend to come with it.

• Magic:

It's unknown what exactly her magic was before she was corrupted as the only known recorded instance of her as a magical girl she was already corrupted though its thought to something dealing with a gentler spin on what it is now.

The sunken world (Passive): Wherever she steps the world under her feet changes into a portal to a decrypted ancient place that mirrors the above the world completely sunken underwater and nearly devoid of life. Unless she is grabbing ahold of someone she is the only one who can enter the domain of the sunken world, and even she will be locked out of entering if she isn’t in direct combat or under the effects of any form of movement inhibitor. Anyone or anything can resist being pulled down into the depths if they are strong enough to fight her off from dragging them.


Water Manipulation: The user can create, shape and manipulate water, inorganic compound with liquid, gas (steam, water vapor) however, she cannot change these substances from one stage to the other.

Mark of the tide: The power from her sword embedded itself into her body granting her a physical increase in all categories when on land she is about twice as strong as the average man when in the water she strength is near superhuman boasting the strength of five men.

Nitikinesis: When Eve sweats in her transformed state her sweat is generated in the form of bubbles that float off her body, she can then manipulate those bubbles being that they are composed mostly of water. When a bubble pops it releases a pink sludge like substance that makes the ground extremely slippery.




• Background:

This piece of Intel was told to her little sister Soma in confidence about how she went from the uplifting people with the current to dragging them down to the depths. She had been investigating a cult that gathered deep below the ground of a seemingly abandoned house a nameless air of desolation hung around the old decrepit manor and the insidious atmosphere crept up her spin the further she descended into those lofty dust caked catacombs. The walls began to change from a creaking old decaying wood to cracked stone of unknown masonry, the craftsmanship unlike anything she had encountered before in all her years of traveling the world the only discernible description she could muster was that it was very ancient. The basement was by far the most strange as it seemed the shadows themselves were alive, not unlike the nightmares she so frequently defeated, but these were different in such a way that the mere depth at the black abyss of the shadows invoked a sort of madness but still she pressed on.

Every instinct her body could summon up, pulled at her core for the girl to give up this chase and forget this day was reality and push every piece of the happenings into the darkest pit within her subconscious. The girl couldn’t stop, however much she would have loved to leave, she felt as if she had to uncover the truth, to her dismay the ladder went down even further than she would have liked to have. Once reaching the bottom the low sound of chanting could be heard coming down a perils corridor that drummed up the most frightful of instincts, fear leaked from her body and her very soul felt like it wanted to leap from the mortal flesh and drag the body to a safer refuge, but still, she pressed on.

Strangely enough the closer she got, the less recognizable the chanting became, the tenacious harrowing sound erupting from their throats was as far away from human speech as it was away from any sound made within nature. These were not syllables recognizable even to the girl who had sailed the entire earth on her magical waves this could only be described as a gross bastardization to the very definition of the world language. Stranger still the origin that created those sounds were human in shape not like the nightmares at all but the shape was all that they took from, in truth every one of them looked like an abstract rendition of the human form, grotesque and monstrous. The creature they gave their praise a direct description too horrific for Eve to properly convey, where a swirling black mass that was once assumed to be the shadows pooled into one area like a liquid but not so much unlike a solid at the same time. In that instant nightmares too many to count flooded the small area from the attic to the basement, Eve was surrounded in seconds the events leading up to her escape are lost even to her memory as she was never the same.


• Inventory:

four switch blades, two dollars and pocket lent.

• Other:

It's probably a good idea to note that if Eve bites down on something be it organic or not getting her to let go of it before she rips it free from whatever is holding is an act of god.

Another thing to keep in mind is that if she tastes blood be it her own or someone else's will turn her feral for a good long while; locking her in a cage above the ground is the easiest way to stop her completely.