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Hope this is alright, but please tell me if anything seems to OPish or vague. She's kind of like a villain at first, but can be won over.

Name: Eve/Ira (Wrath) No last name.
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Exactly like the image, only both of her horns are complete, and she doesn't have any hair accessories. Eve usually only wears her armor when fighting or when she is acting as Ira, other than that she just wears casual outfits, along with various accessories to hide her horns. She is rather short girl, with long black hair and red eyes which contrast with her pale skin. A set of black, pointed horns come from her head.

Personality: Eve is usually a quiet, blunt person when unprovoked. She is brutally honest, sometimes coming off as rude, and has a great deal of sarcasm to give out. Smiling and laughing are a rare occurrence for her, and she remains cold and hateful towards others. Impressing Eve is not an easy feat, as she prefers not to show any emotion except bitterness. However, she is easily angered. When Eve is angry, all hell breaks loose. She has a hard time suppressing her rage, and will snap at others, sometimes becoming violent when extremely enraged, which is how she earned the title 'Ira'. She is actually afraid of herself, and is dazed and distant when she returns to normal and seeing the destruction she caused. Has a soft spot for children and animals, and is bisexual.

Skills: She can hold her own in a fight, be it hand to hand or verbal, but relies more on her summoning. Can bake a mean apple pie.

Abilities:
Wrath: She has above an average girls strength, but prefers not to use it. When in an extremely angered state, Eve disregards her surroundings, focusing on destroying whatever it is that has caused her outburst. She often destroys objects around her and causes harm. It seems as if she doesn't have any emotion except the wish to destroy, but with enough prying she can be reached and brought back to a normal, sober state.

Summoning: Eve can summon and control a certain number of creatures, using them to defeat her opponents. However, each summons requires blood from the summoner and a reward for the summoned one. Rewards vary for each, although most are paid in sweets or something else they desire. The reward must be of equal value as to why they were summoned and how much energy the summoned spent on a task.
Commonly requested beings:
-Nightmares: A dark, wispy, figure, which shift between forms. Original form is a black mist. They envelope their prey, slowly suffocating them and causing hallucinations. Eve prefers not to use them, given they creep even her out.
- Yig: A white snake with cloudy white eyes. Most commonly requested by Eve, it changes size to either a small corn snake or a large anaconda. Good for spying and getting out of sticky situations.
-Behemoth: An extremely large, indescribable animal. Black, with glowing green and red patterns. It hulks around, its huge hands trailing along the floor. Probably the closest to Eve, given how they are both easily angered and are particularly attached to sweets.

She is slightly resistant to heat, being able to withstand temperatures well over the human body when in her Daemon Armor. In close contact she is fine, but she is vulnerable to long distance and mental attacks. Illusions throw her mind off balance, especially when enraged as she is focused on destroying and cannot think very well. By aiming at the right spot( anywhere skin shows) with a long distance weapon (Crossbow, rifle, etc), she will take damage. Her healing is the same as an average humans. She is actually afraid of herself, and is often in a shocked daze when she sees the destruction caused by herself. Because of thus she tries very hard to remain calm, taking medication and visiting her sister to relieve stress often.

Equipment:
-Daemon armor: Protects her body from most normal physical attacks, but only to a certain degree. (Cannot stop a car from harming her, but can stop the blow of a fist or side arm shot.)
- Long blade: A sword Eve inherited from her grandfather. Used for normal sword purposes, such a fighting.
-Short blade: A smaller, easily hid blade that she uses to cut herself for blood when summoning.
-Cape: Flaps majestically. Gets caught in fans.

Brief Backstory:
@Spawnling: That chicken looks a lot like the one I drew in fifth grade math class... You stealing my chickens buddy?!

Yay, new peoples! And yes, here in Eugene we have high hippy parties. In the street, in the park, at your great aunt Sally's house. We also have people threatening others with cucumbers.
Is this still open?
Oh, sorry, I misinterpreted the plot. I'm actually not going to be able to be in this role-play.
Sorry, I'll fix that, it was a rushed post.

We're from Eugene. Y'know, that one weird hippy town.
Catherine shrugged, leaning agains't the wall. She honestly had no idea, but it was getting dark and her mother would be home soon.

"I don't know. Um, so, we should get going. The thugs become more active around here when it gets darker, and I have to get home." She turned, walking out of the alley before spinning on her heel. "You guys coming?"

Streets became more familiar, the dim lights illuminating the way to her home. Houses passed by as she jogged, most of them a deep brown or light grey. Her footsteps echoed across the streets and off the brick walls of a store. Everyday, Mr. Maegram, the man who owned that store, would come out, water his daisies, and buy milk. His wife had died three years ago, and his children were off at college. Catherine had spoken to him only once, but she could tell he missed his wife. He was a regular at the restaurant Juniper worked in, and she had been told he had a slight caffeine addiction.

After about twelve minutes, she could she the front gates of her house. A raven sat on the edge, perched precariously. Catherine shivered. Crow always made her feel uncomfortable, though she had no idea why. Maybe it was because she had only shifted that day because of a crow. Maybe it was just because they were creepy and all over the city. Catherine just didn't know, and right now she didn't care.

The gates clicked open as she pushed past them, making sure her guests were still there. She opened the wooden door of her house, relaxing. Juniper wasn't home yet. Catherine slipped off her shoes, beckoning the others in.

"Well, this is it. Hope it doesn't look too messy, I din't have time to clean it before I went out." It was true. Usually the elderly woman next door cleaned it, but she was visiting her daughter and grandchildren away from the city, and Catherine wasn't quite the cleaner. She could keep things neat, but somehow they always fell out of place one way or another. Blame the crows.
Aria groaned, picking herself up from the deck. She remembered helping Simnia up, and then the ship had jolted and she fell... Wait, was the captain on board?! She quickly looked around, leaning against the wall, and was relieved when she spotted him. Her relief was interrupted when something, someone? Whatever it was, fell from the sky and onto the deck. She was surprised, but determined that it was a human, and he didn't look like a thug.

She watched the others gather themselves, still leaning against the railing. They had stopped falling, at least for now. Her usual grin returned, and she turned around to look out across the sky. It was beautiful. She had never been on a flying ship before, and a giddy feeling rose up from her stomach, turning her smile into an earsplitting grin. Her hand reached out, feeling the air blow around her.

She turned as others left, some going for medical help, while others remained on deck and Simnia and flying boy went below deck. She looked herself up and down. She only had a few scrapes and cuts, and Rena seemed to need more help, so she avoided medical help, instead opting to follow Simnia and see how this contraption flew. After a fews steps down, Simnia was in sight, along with the boy who had decided to jump off the dock. Aria went on the other side of the boy, helping him down the stairs.

"'Ello Simnia. I see we've made a new friend. Do you have a name, or should I just call crazy?" She ginned at him, using her free hand to wipe a bleeding cut on her cheek.
I figured there was too much drama, so I made Gin high. Have fun, octopus heads XD

Len and I are Oregonians.
Gin, Marie, Capello, Kimiko

Gin shifted. Her eyes fluttered open, and she scanned the room. Kimiko was with Capello and Marie, who seemed rather angry. And... why were there octopuses on their heads? Gin opened her mouth, and promptly started giggling uncontrollably.

"Maaaaarie, when did you get octopuses? Octopi? Woooooah, they're changing color!" Gin kept shifting, attempting to get a clear look at the trio. While doing this, the compress that had previously been on her head fell into her vision. She halfheartedly flailed, attemting to get the object off, falling off the couch in the process.

"Ooooooh, did I miss tea time?" She asked, trying her best to eat the compress.
Marie looked between Kimiko and Capello, before sucking in a breath and nodding. Scaring them wouldn't do anything, and Capello was right. It was just to dangerous. She combed a hand through her blonde hair, before looking back to them.

"You have a point. The full bloods are becoming more bold, and all of you need protection. Protection that I, nor any of the other staff here can always give. There will be times when you need each other and I-" Marie was interrupted by a noise. She looked back to the couch where Gin had been set down and cocked an eyebrow. "Octopuses? I don't think I know what you mean Miss Gin..."

Marie was glad that Gin was not passed out, but something seemed off... why was she asking about octopi and tea time of all things now? She nervously looked back to the two in front of her, before quickly walking over to the couch as the occupant of it fell off. She took the compress out of her mouth, before picking Gin up into her arms.

"Well, she seems to be over her wound but, she seems rather, well... The toxins seem to have caused her a little bit of hallucinations." Marie struggled to keep the girl in her arms as she giggled and attempted to touch the floor, muttering something about watermelons and snails. "She'll be fine." She muttered, smiling slightly. Gin had an ear splitting grin on, and Marie was slightly worried.

"Yes dear, whatever you say." Marie laughed, patting Gins head.
I'm interested.
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