Character Sheet - Evelinde Newmaw (Evelin Newman*- Human Disguise)

Species:

Demon / Cambion (Part human. Mostly demon despite being 2nd consecutive Cambion generation due to demonic genes and their strength.)

Pride Native / 'Cannibal' Demon [Rosie's species]

Sex:

Female

Age:

24 (Estimated lifespan: Unsure / 1000 estimated as most regular hellborn on a low roll. Assumed double as high max without potions or spells. Maximum lifespan has never been reached due the Cannibal species general mental state, aggression and general lifestyle making it impossible to survive more than two millennia).

Height:

1.82m/5' 11.6''

Hair:

Platinum (Literal platinum in hue) blonde.

Long, flowing down her back.

Eyes:

Perfectly black with small white dots where the iris would be.

Skin:

White like a porcelain doll.

Particularities:

A complex and confusing woman whose personality goes from curious, childish, dutiful to romantic, all of it sprinkled with sadistic glee and clear, and barely corralled, insanity.

She always has a particular mask she adores in her possession. She has been known to repair it from mere specks of dust, probably thanks to Rosie's influence or her own resources, usually after killing whoever harms it.

Loves to work with her hands, even if she has, unlike other demons, claws that won't retract.

Her loyalty is genuine, unlike many demons, and betrayal is perhaps one of the few things you can expect her to never do. If you do stab her in the back however…

The color red is her favorite, and for good reason. Carnage tends to slip from her form thanks to small cantrips on her red clothes. It is not rare to see her delighted in how much of a covering of viscera, blood and general gore she has on her form while it lasts, however.

Interests:

Despite her 'Victorian Era' background in Hell, Evelinde has a penchant for more medieval interests. A great desire to be a lady of the court, or a princess, is a largely naive, childish, and very much her, desire. It probably has to do with her ideals in romance and the huge collection of books sitting pretty in her mother's home for safekeeping.

Holds a great love for dancing and general 'life bringing' music. Anything with a rhythm made to be felt and enjoyed. She greatly detests dances and music designed just for show, 'hollow', as it were.

Taxidermy of many kinds has a place in her heart, although she does not like the animal kind, more like full body pieces in a more human sense. No desire to collect, but she would not mind manikins made in particular ways to hold her dresses.

Dressmaking, or aiding in the process of it, is a bit of a passion. Her particular biology, despite her mastery of her 'flaws', makes delicate handling impossible however.

Opera, romance, gore and brutality. A strange bunch to be sure, but there are many plays that mix it up and she is a fan.

Enjoys caring for dangerous plantlife, but owns none. Usually brings morsels to her mother's carnivorous plants and loves seeing their brutal behavior when fed.

Magic Affinity (If Applicable):

Blood

Attire:

Exclusively Victorian era dresses, hats, gloves and masks (If she doesn't have her preferred one for whatever reason). She is very propper and removes anything unnecessary at the right times. If she doesnt… shit is probably going down.

Makeup, self care, perfumes and the like are mandatory. She is the stereotypical woman that would spend an hour preparing in the bathroom. If you disturb her while doing so, she may see if you could add to her looks.

Jewelry is appreciated, but she hardly wears it. If she likes you and you give her precious stones and other knick knacks, she will be kind enough to store them, otherwise she'll likely forget about them soon.

Physical:

A thin, long necked and relatively tall lady, the Cambion also has a rather prominent bust and rear as all female Cambions are meant to in an effort to lure human men. She has no apparent muscle to speak of, remaining womanly as a woman can be, with thin hips and perfectly coiled muscles that makes her quick and graceful without being at all apparent. Her claws are long, black and she takes perfect care of them, filling them to manageable (and exceedingly lethal) sharpness. Said claws tend to have a dagger like shape. There are very few scars and other marks in her body, generally near the central area of her back (small, superficial stab wounds) and the chest area close to her heart (from cuts to gracing wounds similar to shoots). Anywhere else seems to be perfectly fine, meaning all attacks that ever hit her seem to come by surprise or closeness. She always has a smile on her face, and her black lips accentuated by either gloss or any other beauty implement she may wish to use, with her teeth perfectly cared for and sharp enough to gnaw through metal if need be.

Personality:

Refined, respectful and bloodthirsty. All of it sprinkled with romanticism and heavy insecurity drowned in insanity.

Confusing to say the least. The woman has many facets, and her most positive, for a human that is, lie within her loyalty and romanticism she professes. She is hard to offer trust, but very easy to fall in love, and Evelinde will do all in her power for those she has positive ties with, sometimes going against her own very nature to do so. Similarly, she is extremely subservient to those she cares for, be family or lovers, until given a reason not to. Family wise she has never had to break ties, thus her retaliation in such cases is unknown, but it is common knowledge among her peers that lovers that betray her are quick to be disposed of, oftentimes used as cooking ingredients.

This leads to her sadism and childlike nature, paired with the more unstable parts of her mind. While she loves to be prim, proper, and a lady of the court if she ever gets to play the part, Evelinde is a cruel monster that loves to hurt, dismember and vivisect her prey, or just those she dislikes… or feels curious about. To her living things are generally a toy to play with if she finds her curiosity piqued, and while it generally doesn't happen, this may mean stalking, purposefully scaring and inducing paranoia in her target, only for her to rip them apart when she finally feels like it. She can be extremely patient, for this or something else, but her eagerness often proves the only mercy she'll show. Generally, if she finds something of use, she'll transform parts from her kills into crafting materials for Lady Rosie by curing skin, treating bone and organs (such as eyeballs) and more.

All of these characteristics are generally only subordinate to her duties. Childlike behavior, sadism, curiosity, love (Although this one is harder to push away) or anything else takes a backseat when ordered to do something. A strict, dutiful household was her home, and above all else Evelinde prides herself at obeying orders and serving her superior, only disobeying when she is sure the outcome will be far more pleasing, usually at the risk of reprimands from family or, in recent times, Rosie. More often than not she is right however, and while chastised, her services are far too useful, and successful, to be disposed of.

The innermost, and most serious, desire she holds is to be her own 'Lady' at some point. She envisions a home full of children, a loving husband and a title of some sort, which means her current position is, in a sense, a dream come true. And to say she is willing to murder half of Hell to keep it is likely an understatement.

What song or music would fit her:

A creepy music box melody. A chilling thing coming from an otherwise beautiful origin. [Link in AO3, because this site is evil]

Visual Aid (if any):

[Link to post available on AO3]

[Remember to give my sister a watch!]