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Basic Information

Name: Evelina Quinn
Alias: The Barricade

Gender: Female

Actual Age: 27
Appeared Age: 24

Height: 165 cm
Weight: 62 kg 

Eye Colour: Unnaturally bright Green
Hair Colour: Fiery Red

Physical Identifiers:
Slitted pupils
1 inch canines (fangs, essentially)

Appearance:
A waterfall of fiery, wavy curls falls down past her waist, stopping just below her buttocks, framing a fair and near flawless, oval face, though often held in a high ponytail given its length. Large eyes the colour of emeralds peer out from beneath light brows, a line of freckles covering the button nose above her full and luscious lips. She posses an excotic beauty born from the combination of her vivid and rare colours of her eyes and hair, enhancing her many average features to the point where even they shine with a brilliance unseen in most.

She is slim of body, toned, and looks like someone  who exercises regularly. Even then, however, she still retains a near perfect hourglass figure, with wide hips and noticeable posterior, as well as a pair of breasts far larger than most any other woman in Dust. She carries herself with a casual air, but is far from ignorant of her surroundings. She appears innocent, and but a quiet and kind girl. She is well aware of how her appearance draws attention, but it is not something she tends to use. She dresses in tight shirts most of the time, with bandages making her bosom appear smaller than it is. 

Her exact chest size is unknown, but imagine it as about the same size as Tessa Fowler

They represents the general style when loose and in a high ponytail, as well as the length. Yes, it is very long. 
 
Background

Residence:
None

Profession:
- Healer

Alligned Faction:
Motum Diversum

Relatives:
Brian Quinn - Father
Sally Quinn - Mother
Michael Jones - Grandfather (Mother’s Side) [Deceased]
Elizabeth Jones - Grandmother (Mother’s side)  [Deceased]
Hugh Quinn - Grandfather (Father’s side) [Deceased]
Molly Quinn - Grandmother (Father’s side) [Deceased]

Backstory: 
Born and raised in Parkland, Evelina lived a rather comfortable life. Her parents—Brian Quinn and Sally Quinn—worked as a Winged Guardian and a cook respectively. It didn’t take more than a single glance to see how her father, at least, had fallen for her mother. Sally was, for lack of better word, beautiful. Evelina had inherited both her eyes and her hair, and even her body—only with a bit more than her mother ever had. Men from all corners of her hometown in Parkland had tried to woo her in her teens, but only ever one young man had ever managed to get her attention. 

He was neither exceptionally handsome or even very intelligent. He was an average man in all but sincerity, which, according to Sally, had been the reason why she had chosen to marry Brian, as he wanted her, not for her looks, but because of her person. He never made any comments that could be considered lewd, or even hinted at it. More than once had Evelina heard her mother tease her father about how he might stop loving her, if she got a big ugly burn on her face from an accident in the kitchens, at which point he’d fervently deny it, and continuous insisting that he’d never leave her no matter how she looked. That always got both Sally and Evelina to laugh, and had Brian grumbling something about manipulative women. 

Her life was a relatively quiet one, and it wasn’t until her early teens that things started to happen. Namely, she started to grow into a woman, and did so far quicker than any other girls she knew. It resulted in bullying and name calling; “cow” being one of the most common names thrown her way. The offers of “comfort” that the boys aimed at her did nothing but pile onto the shame she was starting to feel; shame of her body and how big her chest was becoming. She resorted to isolating herself from any and all contact, with those she once had called friends and acquaintances, and instead buried herself in her own little world where only a select few people were allowed entry; namely her parents and those of their friends who treated her like they would their own nieces. 

This went on for a few years until she reached the age of 14, having now already had breasts for 3 years. Now that the other girls her age were starting to grow into an adult body, she attempted social contact once more, albeit with her chest bound tightly by bandages to decrease its size, and make her blend in. It worked to a small degree, with the name calling ceasing entirely. She still didn’t have anyone she’d really call friends, however. 

Her life with her parents was much the same it always had been, but her social life had changed dramatically; slowly as it transitioned from being out with friends to staying home or being out alone for periods of time that gradually grew longer. Her parents noticed only after a long period of time, and even then mostly because of how she started hiding her voluptuousness. Only after her father had firmly, but still kindly, pressed her for answers as to , did she finally tell him how she was afraid that the other children would throw more insults at her if she did not hide them.

She didn’t have any friends, she had said, but if she could at least be near them without being reminded of how she was different all the time, then that was enough. Truthfully, Brian Quinn didn’t know what to do. He was a simple man, and what his daughter went through was something he had no experience with. Not only that, but he couldn’t very well punish children he didn’t know who were for making his daughter sad. Sure, he could give a warning to the parents of the children around Evelina’s age that if they didn’t keep their kids in check, the Winged Guardians would pay them a visit, but that would be an abuse of power that he wouldn’t let himself perform. So he tried doing the next best thing: Boost her self confidence by trying to make her feel powerful. 

So having decided that he’d try to make her feel confident, and in power, he found himself leading her towards the shooting ranges as a 15 year old for the first time. Here he taught her how to maintain a gun, as well as how to aim and shoot, how to load, and even how other types of guns and rifles worked; the gun which he taught her how to use was an old model, a replica of a P220 from before the Fall. The first day she had missed just about every shot she fired, primarily because of having her eyes closed. While she had been scared of it at first, she learned to enjoy the act of loading, shooting, and loading again when she ran out of rounds.

The years continued and she reached 17 years of age, and it was about time she started thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. She had, according to her mother, a knack for cooking, who also put forth the suggestion that she could join her as a cook. Her father, however, was of the opinion that she should follow her own path. This lead to Evelina pondering herself about what did she want to do herself. 

For weeks she thought and mused, yet no ideas came to her. What did she want? She was reasonably good at cooking, but that wasn’t anything spectacular, and surely it wasn’t good enough to get her a job as a cook anywhere. She did want to do something like what her father did, but she wasn’t big enough, nor skilled enough with a gun or any martial arts to be a useful Winged Guardian. 

So then, what? 

The answer came to her one day when her mother fell ill and she had to tend to her while her father was out on patrol in the city. She couldn’t protect others from getting hurt like her father, and she didn’t have much confidence in becoming a cook. Perhaps, she thought, she could help them after they got hurt? It felt right, somehow. Having decided on that she started pouring over every book she could find, borrow, or buy about herbal formulas, how to set a bone, how to clean a wound and how to bind it. She did her best to get her hands on everything to do with healing a broken body, whether it be difficult surgeries still far beyond her level, or even the most basic of basic things about CPR. She, much to her own and her parents’ surprise, got so swallowed up in her studies that she completely forgot about the taunts and bullying she had suffered in her early teens.

A few years passed and she had reached her 19th birthday and was starting to get out a bit more. She also started official studies on medicine and healing. Once around people her own age again she suddenly remembered the painful years of bullying, but it wasn’t like that. Not at all. The degrading comments and insult had been replaced by genuine compliments in most cases. To say that she was shocked would have been an understatement, as compliments from people other than her parents was a complete unknown to her. 

She started to open up more and become more open and friendly with others. She started to get friends and started joking. She never even thought about romance; having friends was enough. She continued her studies and emerged a fully fledged medic a few years later, excelling in saving the life of idiots who got themselves hurt, as her teacher had told them once. She felt confident—a little. 

She worked as a healer in Parkland for several years, and lived well for it. In a world where currency was nothing but what you could do, or what you could give, being able to save someone from the brink of death was as valuable a commodity as any. Perhaps even the most valuable of all. 

She moved out into a small apartment of her own at her 21st birthday she still had plenty of contact with her parents and often visited them for dinner or just for social visits. 

Her life was good, she thought, and despite a very small number of friends she felt that she had enough: She even started being proud of her body, rather than ashamed of its proportions. 

But all good things must come to an end, and so did her happy life. 

It all started during the summer of her 24th year, when a distress call for medical help was issued from out in the wasteland. 

Evelina was at her home with the sniffles at that point; sore, slight headache, and a little tired. She wasn’t going to let that stop her, however, and upon hearing that someone was in dire need of help she went out immediately. She packed her bag and went out together with a number of other people. 

They drove for at least two hours before they reached the appointed destination, and found what looked to be the scene of an ambush, or a raid. There were two people on the scene, one covered in blood but conscious, and the other still sitting in the truck seemingly unconscious. They went about treating the one covered in blood first, but when they got near him he sat up and drew a gun, pointing it at the first medic who got near him. The one in the car stepped out as well, followed by several others from the back of the truck. They were all from the Forsaken Order, as evident by the crest on their clothing, and demanded that they hand over all of their medical equipment. 

Most complied but Evelina did not. Being a healer was her pride and joy, and she didn’t want to simply let them take it away from her. A single punch from their biggest guy, as punishment for disobeying them, was all they needed to take her down. She was unconscious almost before she hit the ground. 

She never really figured out what happened while she was blacked out, but she assumed that the Forsaken had taken the other doctors back with them, leaving her to die in the wasteland as she was too small to be of any use in the mines, and they—thankfully—had no interest in a sex slave at this time. 

She counted herself lucky that at least her headache and sniffles were gone when she woke up several hours later, when the purple light of the twilight hovered in the horizon. Her luck seemed greater than expected when she saw that a bag of medical supplies had been left in their car. It only contained some basic equipment and spare bandages, as well as a mirror, but it was better than noth—she caught sight of herself in the mirror by chance as she rummaged through the back. The angry spot of purple and yellow on her jaw went completely unnoticed, taking the backseat in favour of her eyes. 

She had heard of the Immortals, but never actually seen one. She knew that they always had different eyes from normal humans, and that their eyes could look like virtually anything. So her having slitted, cat-like eyes? It could only mean one thing. It was also then that she became conscious of a different feeling in her mouth, something she had chalked up to simply being residual pain from the punch she had received. It was, however, much more than that. A quick check with the mirror revealed that her canines had grown out to be at least an inch long each, and far longer and sharper than usual. She looked more like a predator with those teeth than a human; like she could tear meat from bones with ease. 

I’m an Immortal. 

The thought raced through her head so quickly that she didn’t realise the truth of it before it had been repeated a dozen times: She was an Immortal, a kind of people who had survived the Sickness without dying. 

So that’s what it was… I thought it was only a cold.

She fell to her knees, tears already falling. She felt numb. Numb to the heat, numb to the tears falling onto her lap. The only thing that registered was that of her canines, now conscious of them. They felt so big and clumsy, like they didn’t belong. It… wasn’t her. She wasn’t that. No. She wasn’t—

A monster.

She drew in a shuddering breath and stood up, took the bag, and went into the car. It sputtered and died almost before she had turned the key completely. The bandits had taken the gas from it, of course. It was with almost lifeless movements that she started walking, the sun battering her relentlessly, yet she didn’t feel hot, but that didn’t register until much later. 

She arrived at Parkland the following morning, exhausted. She had barely had anything to drink except for half a bottle of water she found in the bag she had taken, and except for that she’d gotten nothing. She neared the entrance to the city and saw a few Winged Guardians coming to meet her—not many travellers came by foot, after all. 

The Guardians stopped her about a hundred metres from the city limits, demanding to know who she was. She looked up and, to her surprise, saw a face she was intimately familiar with. The surprise on her own face was mirrored by her father’s as he looked back at her. 

“Your eyes,” he said in a stunned voice, to which she only nodded. 

“Do you know her?” The second Guardian asked, lowering his gun ever so slightly. 

“Of course I do!” Brian barked at his colleague. “She’s my daughter! Evelina, tell me, what happened? You went out to that distress call and now you get back like this. What happened out there? Where are the others?” 

“I don’t know,” she replied in a voice devoid of hope. “The call for help was a fake, and we were ambushed. They left me alone after knocking me unconscious—” she pointed at the mark on her cheeks “—and when I woke up I was alone… Dad, do you remember that cold I’ve complained about for the last week?” She chuckled humourlessly. “It wasn’t a cold. It was the Sickness.” She stopped then, gaze falling to the ground. “I didn’t die from it, but… It’s probably worse than that. I’m an Immortal.”

“Immortal? Shi—” The other Guardian raised his gun and almost pulled the trigger, stopped only by Evelina’s father knocking the gun out of his grasp. “What the hell are you doing, man?! She’s an Immortal! Dangerous as fuck if you hadn’t noticed!” 

“She is my DAUGHTER!” Brian roared in return, seizing his colleague by the collar. “She’s not some dangerous monster that we have to kill, do you understand, Rookie?!” 

The other Guardian was silent for a moment, glancing between Evelina’s slitted gaze and Brian’s furious one. Eventually, he nodded sullenly. “But she still can’t enter the city,” he insisted, massaging his throat with one hand. “Strict orders not to let Immortals get in, even you know that.” 

Evelina could see how much it pained him, but he nodded. “Orders are orders, but it doesn’t mean we have to kill them. Now go, get a backpack and fill it with supplies: Water, food, utensils, etc. Everything needed for wandering this god-forsaken wasteland, and survive. Get a bike, too. Oh, and while you’re at it, go to my wife and tell her that I asked for Box 220.” 

“But why? She’s just a—”

“DO IT!” 

“Yes sir!” And he scurried off, probably heading to get the things he was ordered to. 

Father and daughter stood chatting a while, a chat that mostly consisted of the father comforting his daughter as best he could. Everything was going to be alright, he told her. There were people more willing to help her, and there were even rumours of Immortals banding together to form a small town of their own. He told her how sad he was that he couldn’t let her in, and that he would smuggle her in if he knew that he could, but it just wasn’t possible. She couldn’t hide her eyes, nor her teeth. Time would pass an eventually people would find out, and not only would she be persecuted but so would her parents. She… didn’t want that. Some people were so deathly afraid of Immortals that they would react with violence immediately which, in some cases she’d heard, resulted in a violent outburst of power where the Immortal accidentally killed and destroyed everything nearby. 

No, she didn’t want that. Not at all. She resigned herself to her fate and toughed it out, trying once more to be daddy’s brave girl. 

The colleague returned about an hour later, carrying a large backpack filled to the brim with supplies, dragging a dirty looking bike by the steerings; a long, square box was balanced on the seat of the bike. 

“Thank you, now return to your post,” Evelina’s father said, dismissing the rookie. He took the backpack and looked through it, nodding to himself after a while, obviously satisfied. From within he pulled out a belt with several pouches attached to it and handed it to Evelina. “There’s a canteen there, a map and a compass, as well as some match sticks and a lighter if need be. Aside from that there’s food and water in here to last you for at least two weeks and,” he looked back at the bike, only now noticing the two bags on either side of it,” a lot more in those bags. Now,” he took the box from the seat of the bike and handed it to her. Opening it revealed an old SIG P220 Handgun, if what her father had taught her served her right. It was obviously very old, yet well maintained. 

“A relic,” he explained. “A very old gun from before The Fall. I found it a long time ago with your mother. There is some 200 rounds for it in the box as well from the same time, which we found with it. They can’t be made anymore so use them sparingly.” She attached the gun and the holster to her belt. “And then there’s this,” he presented to her a sword; a 20 inch blade with an 8 inch handle. It was a relatively short sword with a broad blade and a sturdy appearance. It weighed heavily in her hand and felt… safe, somehow. “It’s reforged using the metal from a similar sword passed down through generations. It hasn’t been used since… before the Fall, I think, but it’s very old. I had it reforged a couple years back, and now I think you should have it. It’s… not much of a weapon in this world, but it may come in handy.” She gave her a sidelong smirk. “Who knows, maybe your new powers will make it a very good thing to have.” She couldn’t deny the possibility. 

Despite herself, she giggled. Even in the worst of times her father seemed to make her laugh. “Thank you, dad. It’s… good to have you help me. I’ll try to see if I can find those other Immortals, and if not… then I’ll wait until people are more receptive of us. Tell mom that I said hi, and please… don’t lie to her. I think she’d rather know that I’m alive, but an Immortal, than believe that I either died or was taken prisoner by the Forsaken.” Whatever else she would’ve said was interrupted by a pair of strong arms embracing her. 

“I’ll miss you, Evelina. Promise me that you’ll take good care of yourself, and don’t get into unnecessary danger.”

“I’ll do what I can,” she replied, embracing him as well for a short moment, then stepped back. “I think it’s time I go… Wouldn’t want to keep you from your job for too long.” She smiled at him, then, and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be going. Bye dad. S-Say hi to mom.” She brushed past him, taking the backpack and slinging it onto her back. She hopped onto the bike, straddling it. A turn of the keys and another of the handle caused it to emit a deep rumbling like that of a massive beast.

“There should be a fuel tank in one of the bags on its side. There’s a little extra in it, I think,” he said from behind her. “I don’t think I ever taught you how to ride one, but…”

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” she said, filling out the silence after his sentence. “It can’t be that hard, can it?” She chuckled, with a tiny sliver of humour actually making its way into her it. She looked back at him, eyes shining with unshed tears, and cheeks wet with those already shed. “I’ll come visit you some day, even if I have to sneak in myself. Bye dad, I l—” the rest of her sentence was lost in the very lady-like squeal she made when she she shot forward, having turned the handle of the bike a bit too much and sent it speeding into the distance.  

Brian Quinn chuckled. If she had the energy to squeal like that then there was nothing to worry about. He knew she was scared, and so was he. Her life had been turned on its head, but she was a strong girl and could get through it. But even then, he hated to see her go. He hated most of all that he was powerless to help her. 

He sighed and returned to his post, resigning himself to a sleepless night, only the first of many to come. Both he and his wife would worry about her for weeks before they started to calm down enough to sleep soundly. 

To their great surprise and joy, it took only a week. A letter arrived with a few sentences scrawled onto a messy piece of paper. 

Dad, Mom. 

I can manipulate light. It’s difficult to control, but I’m getting the hang of it. I also helped someone today: A kid had broken his leg during a caravan, and with no one else nearby they were desperate for help. I know they only let me help out of desperation, but getting an earnest thanks from that boy even when I’m an Immortal… It made me almost cry. 

I’m alright. You don’t have to worry about me. It’s a little lonely, but I’m used to that.

Evelina Quinn, your daughter.

Only a few sleepless nights followed after the letter, and were completely dispelled when a second one arrived the next week. It became a common thing that, once a week, or every two weeks, a letter from Evelina would arrive, even if it only contained a “I’m alright.” She was safe, and that was enough for them.

Evelina herself found herself somewhat satisfied as well. She was lonely, as she had said, but it wasn’t that bad. She met kind people every now and then. As it turned out, not everyone hated Immortals.

That, more than anything, gave her hope.

Equipment

Weapons:
- A short broadsword carried horizontally across her lower back/hips. 
- SIG P220 Handgun

Armour:
None

Ammunition:
High Grade Rounds: 121 x 10mm rounds

Backpack:
Various herbal remedies & formulas.
Splints, bandages, anesthetics; everything a wandering Medic would need, and more.
Various necessities (food, water, tent, clothes, soap, etc.)
Oils and tools to keep both weapons clean and functional.
Tinted Goggles.
8 magazines for her gun (10mm rounds)

Belt Pouches:
3 magazines for her gun
SIG P220 Handgun (8 bullets loaded)
Compass, Map & Canteen.

Miscellaneous:
A bike, and fuel for it. 

Immortalis Information

Manifested Phenomena:
Has the ability to control light in several different ways, chief among them being her ability to create barriers and ropes, or even send it forth as a beam of heat.
- Can turn insubstantial and move with incredible speed for up to 2 seconds before she returns to physical form. 
     - Estimated Speed: 20 metres pr second
- Resistant to heat and doesn’t seem bothered by high temperatures. 
- Immune to flashbangs

Strengths:
- Extensive Medical Knowledge
- Decent gymnastic abilities (Flexibility, reflexes, etc)
- Basic swordsmanship & gun skills
- Enhanced night vision (eyes)

Weaknesses:
- Not very strong. 
- Somewhat vulnerable to cold. 
- Not the largest girl around; rather easily pushed around.
- Powers are weakened during the night.

Awakened State

Spark Name: Fianna The Gentle

Awakening Conditions:
Emotional stimulus or other. The first time Eveline achieved the Awakened State was when she was in a life or death situation, and had someone in the crossfire whom she felt she needed to save. Fianna and Evelina are on friendly terms, being fully capable of talking together should they feel like it. As such, Evelina can achieve Awakened at almost any point she could want to, simply by asking Fianna to do it. They have, however, made a rule with each other; They are not to ‘Awaken’ unless the situation calls for it. 

Innate Awakened Abilities:
Armor of the Spark: Every spark surrounds their host in a black, chitin like shell, or armor. Their host resides within the armor, typically in the fetal position as they do not control their armored state through direct physical movement. Rather, the spark intercepts the neural commands for movement, and manipulates the armor that way. The spark or the host may be in control, but not both. If a spark is only partially awakened, the host will be stuck in whatever partial state they enter, until they are able to fully awaken. Only then may they revert back to their normal self at will. Additionally, heavy damage to the armor will cause it to break and fall off, reverting back to the normal state of the host.
Voice of the Spark: Once awakened, the host and the spark may converse mentally. The Spark can share its knowledge, though since the phenomena is not innate to the spark itself, it can only give ideas and tips for power useage; The spark cannot teach its host mastery over their abilities. The spark can retain memories gathered from their host, recalling things they forget, or even noticing things the host themselves failed to, but only through the host's eyes. Many sparks may know each other, and may recognize other awakened forms. The awakened armor is unique to the spark, which is how sparks may recognize each other, even if the differences between two armor sets are very subtle.

Additional Abilities:
Manifest: Unlike when she's simply an Immortal and only able to create barriers, her Awakened state allows her to Manifest objects, create items and tools out of light. She uses the principle of her barriers, but instead of simply making an outline of something, she makes a full form of condensed light, causing the tool to glow on its own. For this very reason it is also incredibly hot, burning at several hundred degrees celcius. Her own affinity to the element of light renders her all but immune to the effects of the blade, enabling her to wield it without harm.

Additional Strengths:
Impenetrable Fortress: Like all other Immortals, Evelina’s Awakened State surrounds her in a set of armour akin to Chitin, in whatever appearance the Spark desires. Evelina/Fianna’s armour, however, is slightly different than the others. It consist of plates layered upon plates, and looks noticeably thicker than others. In essence, Fianna is far more durable than any other Spark, enabling her to take far more damage than the others before cracking.
The Light Is Everywhere: All of Evelina’s previous abilities have received a boost. Her ‘Light Dash’ has its speed increased to roughly 300 metres a second, as opposed to simply 20. The intensity of her Light Beam has been increased (effectively reducing the amount of time and effort it takes her to charge it up to a certain point), and her barriers and ropes are more durable.
Immortal Strength: Her physical strength has also been increased, allowing her to surpass the limits of human strength. The vast majority of this extra strength is located in the wing-like structures on her back, however. But even then she still surpasses a normal human’s potential.

Additional Weaknesses:
Moonless Night: No matter how powerful Evelina may become, she is still entirely reliant on sunlight to fuel her power as a ‘Manipulator’. This also means that she loses up to 80+% of her power during the night, making her little more than a normal human. She is also unable to use her Awakened form during the night, as Fianna is even more dependent on Sunlight than Evelina herself is.
Curse of Compassion: While not a weakness in terms of strength or speed, Fianna and Evelina are both very compassionate personalities, and so does not wish to take lives unless it is a matter of certain death if they do not. As such, they are hesitant to truly go on the offensive even with their limited offensive capabilities, and would rather restrain or tire out their opponents.
Equivalent Exchange: Fianna and Evelina are a living fortress. They can withstand insane amounts of damage before they are truly in danger. But this Defense does not come at a cost. Even if their superhuman strength and speed allows them to overcome human limits, they still fall behind every other Immortal in offense. At their fullest, they will only achieve an estimate of 55-60% of another Awakened Immortal’s power.

Other:
She is a lover of meat, and has a great dislike for Vegetarians. To her, eating meat (as well as vegetables, etc) is the only right thing to do. She believes that her love for all things once-living-now-food is the cause for her teeth changing alongside her eyes when she became an Immortal.
Isn’t quite sure of her sexuality. Maybe because she never had any “flings” as a teenager, but she’s not sure.
Her skills with a sword are self taught, with her skills with a gun coming from her father.
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