NAME Evane Wirand | AGE 32 | RACE Breton | GENDER Female | BIRTHSIGN The Tower | EYES Slate grey | HAIR Dark Brown | HEIGHT 168cm/5'6" | BUILD Athletic | SKIN Dirty, pale

There is little tale to the name 'Evane Wirand'. The woman is crude, sometimes out of touch with societal protocols, and leaves little motivation to scratch beneath the surface. A hard nut to crack, in every sense of the expression.APPEARANCE
Dirt underneath her nails, mud on her boots, unruly hair. The consequences of her journeys and jobs are near always present upon Evane. Her armor and leathers, while maintained, show their wear quickly. Always being on the move, it comes to no surprise. Evane literally carries her life on her back, always lugging heavy rucksacks and satchels. Yet, there is no trusty steed to ease her journeys.Clearly trained, her physique offers more in ways of agility than sheer strength. Lean, not jacked. Firm, but slim. Dark brown hair sometimes greasy from her travels, but kempt as much she can - cut at least to shoulder length to avoid maintenance. A scar sits perfectly in the midst of her lips, running down to her chin in a vertical line. Slate grey irises revealed through strong lashes, providing some feminine contrast to Evane's otherwise unrefined features.

PERSONALITY
Evane refuses to submit to pity. She has long embraced what life has in store for her, even as it makes her a hypocrite. The pride she held once in her life still reigns, and it will not allow her to fall victim to humiliation. Yet, she avoids the confrontation when that moment is there. She will fight when the situation demands it, but will prevent such escalation where possible.However, she is social, but selective when she shows that aspect. To show too much of herself means to risk it all. And what truly is worth risking all? Yet someone has recently opened her eyes to what the world has to offer, and more and more she finds herself eager to indulge... More than often biting her in the ass, having to be reminded the hard way.DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS
When asked, she will deny she has any. But her days are filled with dreams of what she could have been had she not been dealt this grave blow. To walk among the great leaders of mankind, be trusted upon to secure and hold safety and secrets both. Sometimes she considers if such a thing were still possible, only to be revolted shortly after.

THE AUXILIARY
Evane currently works for Arthur Gavel and Sorille Laviearbe, at Far Realms Notary and the Crimson Raven mercenary company, respectively. It is highly likely that when business concerns either of them, eventually she'll stick her head in too. From liaising and couriering, to hiring on her skills as a mercenary, these two contacts and companies are an easy in to cross paths with Evane.PREPARE AND PRESERVE
Having to keep moving from one place to the other, ensuring not to remain long enough to make a lasting impression, Evane cannot keep all of her possessions with her. One may find a hidden cache of her belongings burried out in the woods, stowed in a hollow tree, or elsewhere. Even more so, her supplies need to be supplemented, repaired, or replaced every so now and then. Of course, she may have saved enough gold to purchase. But ideally Evane will save that for a rainy day and hope to acquire these items through an exchange or an assignment.NO KIN OF MINE
Evane is not a young woman, but she is young among her kin. The leeches among the monsters - Vampires. She had gone out of her way to avoid them, though her very presence may disturb a near coven's territory. Yet, she has much to learn from them and has yet to acknowledge so. To her, they are still the monsters she once hunted. And fights to this day to repress that monster within her. Someday, someone may warm her up to embrace it. Or force her down that path.LESSER EVILS
Sick and tired to live for survival alone, for the first time she wishes to explore her full potential. Yet, still distrusting of others of her kind, she entered into a binding contract with a new patron - who may have other ideas about her development. Yet still, her thirst to become whole regularly has her seek answers elsewhere. And her many years of surviving underground confronts her how much Evane still has to learn. Not just of herself, but how the world has changed around her.ARTS AND TALES
By no means an expert or connaisseur, Evane can entertain herself greatly watching performances and getting a rare opportunity to indulge herself with luxuries. From a bard's sonnet, to a masked soiree, the brute's hard shell softens once these interests are piqued. Appreciating the tales and victories behind performances and celebrations, she's eager to play even a meager role in her own heroic tale. It's a vice that often becomes a thorn in her side, yet it's a trap she'll readily spring if it means to feel some semblance of a life.