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[Ace] Evianne Jennings « Thread Started on Dec 6, 2008, 3:53pm »
Name Evianne Jennings; Alias;
Eve
Age
25 years
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Faction
Neutral;; Lucky Spades (Ace)
Nation of Origin
France In the city of Vannes.
Rank
`Your character is basically always in control of their ability: -5 `Your character’s power is a dominant part of their life and is rather strong: -4 `Your character's power might decide the outcome of a fight: -4 `Your character is an adult. (25+)-4 __________________________ M3
Mutation Telekinesis
-or the ability to move objects with one's mind. However, Evianne is not able to bend this psychic power into barriers or large scale Kinetic attacks. The only bit she can fully manage to force into a raw Kinetic force is small bolts; and only one of these bolts takes on only the potential of a normal bullet. Years of practice has also allowed Evianne to levitate larger objects, as well as herself. However, it is impossible for her to move herself at a high speed while supporting anything else, and on top of this, she is only able to travel a half mile or so, before she looses the ability to suspend herself.
A second, smaller ability is one that is passed on through her father's side is the ability of Omnilinguisim, or the ability to understand all types of language, as well as speak them. This ability is passed to every member of the Jennings family, however, and it has never been known to be dormant.
The drawbacks of Evianne's Telekinetic abilities are most often fatigue, and extreme irritability. Years of training has helped her to tire only after a full force battle, or under extreme amounts of physical and mental stress. If she is also not in a peaceful state of mind, Eve is most often in less control, and her powers can run wild, causing damage not only to her opponents, but her allies as well as herself. Evianne is known to meditate, to recover.
Appearance
Standing at a average height of five feet, seven inches, Evianne is a rather thin, slender framed woman. Her hair is a white-blond, a color that compliments the cream tone of her skin. At first glance, Evianne looks nothing short of the typical human female, her build much to small and thin to carry any sort of muscle.
But below the soft flesh of Miss Jennings is a power that is not unknown to her familiars. While Eve's expressions are typically playful and coy, she's not one to hesitate in something that needs to be done.
The oddest of looks are received from her clothing, as most find it too revealing, or just plain strange. The goggles atop her head are used as sunglasses. As she is usually seen wearing fur of some sort, though it's obviously fake, and the most of her midriff is showing. Added to her coyishly seductive appearance, it's not a surprise that Evianne enjoys all eyes on her.
Despite her oddly attractive appearance, even Evianne has things to hide. A strangely shaped scar across her left thigh is reason enough for her not to wear shorts, and across her upper back is a tattoo most of the Jennings males receive, though Evianne was an exception. The white colored tattoo begins at the end of the shoulder blades, the ends of the markings ending on her shoulders. During certain movements, the white can be seen past the fur typically worn about her neck.
Personality
Its hard to ever imagine someone as upbeat and carefree as Evianne being a hunter of any sort. But indeed, beneath Evianne's coy and playful exterior, the woman has been trained to kill, and isn't one to hesitate. When doing business, Evianne is no amateur at getting what she wants. Cunning and seductive, it's no wonder that the Lucky Spades is flourishing so well.
But in reality, Evianne isn't carefree. She worries and stresses as any other human or mutant. Outside of battle and business, Evianne is just as flirtatious and seductive. However, most of the times she’s not serious, one could dare to call her picky. However this doesn't make her any less charismatic.
While most women would be known to crack under such pressure, Evianne is hardly ever caught angry or irritated, unless a job has gone incredibly wrong, or someone makes a mistake that is just too simple to mess up.
Evianne also has an odd fascination with Cards, her favorite being the Ace of Spades.
Biography
Birth.
The town of Vannes. Like most places in France, the architecture is beautiful, much like it's inhabitants. Everything looks like it was personally sculpted by God. However, inside, most people here are ugly. For their sins are looked down upon by other sinners. Hypocrites.
One particular man, Alexander Jennings, did the unthinkable. He went behind his wife’s back, and bedded a woman who was poor. But it was an attraction that could not have been denied, for rich Alexander had been married off at the ripe age of twenty, to a snobbish girl of eighteen. But young Jenivive, with her curls made of flames, was too hard to ignore. The way her cheeks became rosy at the sight of him, and her breathtaking emerald pools would watch him from across the room. He owned an art gallery, and she would come for hours just to stare at his work. She never spoke, but ran her gaze over the paintings. Even the ones she'd seen before.
Months turned into years, and soon the two were talking, until one night, it may have gone too far. Neither regretted it until a few weeks later, when she returned, claiming she was with child. She was excited, but it was clear to her that he, was not. And she was even more heartbroken when he bribed her to leave the country, to go to the United States. She refused, accusing him of being irresponsible, and left in such a storm that some of the painting fell from the walls. It was the first time in years that young Alexander Jennings had wept.
Months later, a young babe was born in the small city, who's head bore a tuft of blond hair, and her eyes were the typical blue gray. Her mother, at first, thought nothing of the blond hair, as most babies are born with the trait. But as months dragged on, little Evianne's hair remained a white blonde, her eyes only changing into a deep teal color.
Barely able to keep herself alive, let alone her child, she attempted to reach out to Alexander another time. As she entered the gallery, she was surprised to find it a wreck, paintings torn from the walls, windows broken, and things torn. Out of cowardice, the woman turned and ran, for the sake of her child, as well as herself.
It wasn't at all hard to stow away on a boat bound for America. It wasn't the 'Land of the Free' it had been before, but it was certainly an escape from whatever had happened to Alexander. Luck was in their presence, for the mother and babe were not caught on their passage, and they were soon standing on the soil the French had stood upon when coming to Aide the Americans. With nothing but the clothes on her back, a pretty smile, and the child in her arms, Jenivive set out, determined to find the best life possible for her child.
Her search brought her to the City of Liber, the new capital of America. With places everywhere, it was no surprise jobs were not scarce. For months little Jenivive raised her daughter in the streets, sleeping in alleys just to get by. She managed to keep herself healthy and clean, enough to work hard. She would smuggle little Evianne into the Bakery she was hired at, though after being discovered by the bread shops more than kind owner, Evianne was well taken care of while her mother was working.
Soon enough, the woman was able to save up enough for an apartment, in a small, run down complex, but it was a start to a safer life. As the months pressed on, Jenivive's dingy apartment became cozy and clean, a complete sanctuary for mother and child.
Childhood.
As a child, Evianne could always remember the dimness around her, the slightly sheltered life she lived. At the young age of five, Jenivive still brought her daughter to the Bakery where she worked, and the small, blond haired girl would sit for hours, drawing pictures that the older woman would go home and tape to the walls. Some of the stick figured doodles even went to the Bakery's owners, and they would pin them up in the shop.
But in truth, at home, it was hard for young Jenivive to care for her adventurous daughter. Money was tight now that the child could eat full meals, and was, of course, growing fast. It came to a point where Evianne was allowed to go outside, but only for a short amount of time a day. Eventually it got to the point where the child would go out for hours, when she turned ten, while Jenivive slept off her fatigue.
In these long periods of time, young Evianne explored every nook and cranny of the city, using buses and trolleys as transportation. Occasionally, if she was feeling daring, she'd take the Subway. But the underground frightened her, as if the sky might fall and she'd be trapped. But the girl pressed on regardless, and by the age of eleven, had everything figured out. She'd seen things no one new of, and met people who'd, oddly enough, trusted her with their darkest secrets.
To growing, pre-teen Evianne, everything was starting to either make sense, or no sense at all. She was finding that listening as a child, she wouldn't think too much on them, while as her current, curious self, she was questioning everything. What exactly was happening with the world?
Everything seemed to be changing, while, in fact, Evianne was coming out of her sheltered life. While her life was dark at one point, it had slowly faded into a light, until one event sent Evianne into a sense of realization, where as her world came crashing down around her.
While downtown, one muggy spring evening, Evianne was paying visit to one of her favorite places in town, the car parking lot of one of the larger casinos. It was strange she felt safe there, but the wide, open, dark space was enough for the girl to be to herself for a bit. A concrete valley in the midst of a concrete forest, so to say.
But as the girl had sat down to work on a game of Solitaire while the last hour ticked away, a man came stumbling into the area. He looked tired, and was panting, his arms and legs cut deeply and bleeding. He lost his footing, landing face first into the pavement, his previously flawless skin scraping against the black substance that was the parking lot.
He cried out, whimpering as he tried to drag himself away from whatever he'd been running from, determined to continue forward, even if his legs would betray him. Evianne sat, wide eyed, beside one of the abandoned cars, eyes wide, clutching her deck of cards with an unmistakable look of fear.
It was no surprise that the girl would scream when the bullet pierced the man's left shoulder blade, easily cutting through the bone to the chambers of his heart. Thus, his attacker turned their head to the young girl, who'd already began running. It was a hardly fair chase to men, as Evianne was small and agile, as well as very familiar with the Downtown area.
However, these men were not ordinary. They were dressed in suits, waving their pistols around like they had the authority, and by God they did, because they were Government officials. Except their was something different about one of them, his hands had been giving off a lime green glow. And strangely enough, as Evianne rounded a corner, the wall of the building exploded randomly. Avoiding the debris with her arms over her head, Evianne pushed on, running.
It was nightfall by the time Evianne returned to her cozy little home, out of breath, and tired. her mom lay asleep, having gotten home from work only to collapse on the house, new paycheck in hand. Evianne went straight to bed, and refused to go to school the next morning.
Falling
Two weeks later, Evianne was dismissed from class to take a phone call. The small, long haired blond had no idea that when she pressed that phone to her ear, what she heard would change her life for the worst.
The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the Nurse's office, head supported by a pillow as she stared up at the old school ceiling. Head aching, and chest burning, the small, thin framed girl turned her magnificent teal gaze on the nurse, who sat with her back to Evianne, her eyes on her slip of paper.
"Ma'am?" The croak that escaped Evianne's chapped lips alerted the white clad female, who blinked harmlessly at the girl. She informed Evianne that she had fainted, and hit her head pretty hard. That explained why her head hurt. But why did her chest feel so constricted? As if she felt.... grief?
It suddenly dawned upon Eve what the call at been about. With a yelp, the girl flung back her covers, slipping out of the bed, and into her shoes, and was out the door before the woman could react properly. Her mother. Evianne had received a call regarding her mother.
"Evianne, your mother fainted at work. We're running some tests on her now-" The was an interference, "But relax, it's noth-" Another crackle. "Hello, Miss Jennings. Don't you think you should be caring for you your mother rather than what you've seen?" A cackle, then a click. And as Evianne ran, tears did as well, down her cheeks. The two men from before, and the one with the odd hands, had obviously followed her somehow. How, she had no idea. Too confused and frightened to worry, the child ran on, arriving at the hospital, out of breath and clearly afraid for her mother.
The doctors, regretfully, informed Evianne of what had happened. Apparently a passerby had come across poor little Jenivive, whom was unconscious in the alley way. He called 911, and the authorities had picked her up. They had carelessly put it off as a mugging, and the doctors insisted that was also true. Evianne, however, refused to believe it. And for the next three weeks, the girl remained at her comatose mother's side, leaving only to use the bathroom and get food.
That is, she planned to remain there forever, but someone else had other plans. For on the first day after three weeks, two men in black suits appeared, but different from the two before. They escorted a tall, black and white haired woman, who was also dressed nicely. She frowned at the girl, as if evaluating her, as a messy, and unhappy Evianne stared back at her. The woman, in a way, resembled her. Suddenly, she spoke in a sharp, fast tongue, and Evianne blinked. Was that Polish?
"Dlaczego jesteœcie ty pytaj¹c mi tych pytania , i który jesteœcie ty?" THe woman's harsh expression faltered, and softened, her jaw slack. The glasses in her old hands fell to the ground, as the woman approached the girl, staring her in the eyes with a bewildered expression. Evianne stared back, frightened by this woman's bizarre behavior.
"By god, you are his child...."
And they literally dragged the girl, kicking and screaming, back to France.
Fading.
France was no place for Evianne. Everyone, and everything was perfect in the city of Vannes, where her father was Governor of the little town that was so close to the ocean. The old woman who had come to retrieve her had been revealed to be her grandmother, who Evianne had taken upon herself to loathe. She was not at all excited to meet her father, and it seemed the feeling was mutual.
Upset and bitter, it was for months that Evianne was trained in the family business, and she learned of all sorts of currencies, as well as how to manage them. But learning of all the money that lay in her bloodline only infuriated the young girl more and more. Why wasn't her father doing anything to help her mother? Why wasn't he using this infinite wealth to HELP?! Young Evianne pondered this for nearly seven months, becoming more and more irritable as bitterness worked itself into the once curious and sweet female's heart.
It seemed the Jennings family was set on marrying Evianne off, for some while. Her Grandmother was constantly out to Lunch with some wealthy family, when suddenly she stopped seeing so many people. She was around more and more, until she announced, three months until Evianne's 13th birthday, that she was going to raise Evianne to be a prim and proper young lady, as her Grandmother had done to her.
Evianne, at first, was revolted. She locked herself in her room for three days straight, threatening to throw herself out the window if someone dared to try to come in. She moved about her room like a ghost, wandering aimlessly, and slowly, about the large, open room. For hours she would stare out the window, watching her three older brothers, whom detested her, much like the rest of the family, play host to all sorts of royal families.
On the fourth day, Evianne marched right down the stairs, and announced to her Grandmother that she would learn anything the woman had to teach her.
And thus, the ruthless Eve was nurtured into existence.
And exactly three and a half years from the day she arrived on the Jenning's grounds in France, on her Birthday, Evianne met her father. A man that she and her mother had believed to be death. She had just cracked open a book she'd received, when the tall, coal haired man entered. He was handsome, and resembled his mother a lot. His critical blue gaze watched the girl, who only stared back, unsure of who was in her room.
"Que puis-je pour vous?" Her words were quick and cutting, the mirror image of her mother. However, the trait she'd used to speak perfect French was not of her Mother's blood. It was from his. The man stared back, silently. He had to see for himself.
"εγώ είμαι Alexander , δικό σου πατέραs." His expression was serious, his gaze unblinking. Evianne's jaw fell slack, her beautiful teal gaze locked on this man. She took the silence to look him over, and try and see if this strange man was telling the truth. He was tall, and slim. She had inherited her mother's slender frame, that she had discovered when she reached fourteen, two years ago. His eyes were a pure blue, and his hair a coal black. She'd always thought she'd gotten her hair from her father. But then again, she recalled her mom insisting she'd gotten from her side... This man, she had no proof. "κάνω όχι πιστεύω εμένα. μα εγώ είμαι μιλώ Ελληνικός. this ικανότητα is επιβάτης κάτω διαμέσου my αίμα."
"Of course I don't believe you!" She snapped, unaware that she'd spoken Greek, or that the book in her hands was flipping pages wildly, "A man I've never seen in my life, claims to be my father." Her tone was cold, a biting force that had even brutal and strong Alexander taking a step back as she stood. She held the book in her hands, but the pages flipped on their own, pace quickening as her anger skyrocketed. "Si vous êtes mon père , à cette époque-là tiens! prendre vous avez attendu trois fucking l'année à viens et voyons myself?" She dropped the book, turning on her heel to stare at the window, arms crossed firmly over her chest.
He approached slowly, cautious of the angry teen, who was glaring out the window at the windy landscape outside. "You have to understand, Evianne." She flinched at the sound of her name. "I was married, and my wife passed away last year. Discovering you.... destroyed her..." His gaze fell, and he raised a hand to touch her shoulder. Before his hand could touch her, she spun, glaring wickedly at the man. His gaze widened, at the sight of her, she seemed so much like her mother in anger. A furious storm that any man would like to taunt out of a woman, just for the make up that would follow later. Of course, Alexander was too noble to imagine that with his daughter.
But Evianne was something not only beautiful in her fury, but clearly dangerous. For her eyes faded into a glowing aqua, and her feet raised from the ground by a few feet. Had Alexander not been scared out of his wits, he would have considered painting the image before him. For all the glass of the tall windows behind her had shattered, and the shards danced about her figure, her long blond hair whipping about her face in an unruly manner. Alexander had backed against the far wall, cowardice clear in him. The aura about the shards of glass was a stunning aqua, casting a number of lights about the room, a glistening beauty that threatened poor Mr. Jenning's life. And just as he thought all had stopped, for the shards hung suspended in air.
All of the thousands of shards shot forward, embedding themselves around the man's profile, centimeters from his skin. Their glow faded, and not a single shard was left on the floor. The man collapsed, a hollow shell of the confidence he'd held before.
"Do not ever assume I will run to you with open arms, you coward. You led my mother to believe you'd been killed, and didn't keep contact." Her voice was different, a mixture of a cold tone that Alexander did not recognize. "Next time you appear before me or my mother, I will kill you."
Seconds later, Evianne's limp and lifeless form fell back, hitting the wood floor with a loud thump.
Rebirth.
The next two years were what one could call the birth of the character called Eve. Evianne remained within her rooms throughout most of the day, avoiding everyone. She's spend most of the day sleeping, waking just before dusk. While the sun set, and the rest of the manor spent their time eating dinner, Evianne slowly began to harness her powers through hours of practice. And after everyone had gone to sleep, the bond haired girl would leave the safety of her room, to sneak to the kitchens to gather food to take back to her room. This food she would eat through the remained of the night, as one would eat during the day.
At times, Evianne would spend entire evenings training. No one ever bother to see her, most were frightened by what had happened to Alexander that night so long ago. He hadn't spoken a word of it, but most had figured the girl had done something to make the man so afraid that he hardly spoke a word to anyone those days. However, it wasn't that Evianne had attacked him brutally, but more of the fact that poor Alexander worried for the girl deep down. She was, in his mind, a freak, and someone who all should have pity for. And, he was certain, she would never be accepted by anyone on God's Earth.
However, Alexander was wrong. For not only did people use the internet for business like his, but darker, and more sinister subjects. And Evianne had become the heart of one of these subjects. Through the internet, the young girl was able to contact those within America, Mutants, like herself. Cunning and persuasive, Evianne concentrated on a small gang that was ran by the owner of a bar. She was inducted in, under the name of 'Ace', and all assumed she was male. An easy win, and something that would come in handy when she returned to America within a few months.
Reaching the age of eighteen, Evianne instantly felt more powerful. She had left her old life in flames, quite literally, and slipped off one night, while the sky was lit with flames that were created by a careless candle left lit. Everyone of the Jennings' family members died that night, except for Miss Evianne, who was already sailing toward a new future- literally.
Home?
As soon as Evianne stepped back onto America's soil, it felt as if her legs had been knocked out from underneath her, as she had no idea what to do. She's had every intention of going to see her comatose mother, who apparently had been kept alive since Evianne had left, courtesy of her grandmother. Instead, Evianne wandered the streets for her first night back home, hood drawn over her head as to hide her unfamiliar face.
Some how she ended up in some run down bar, slender frame perched upon a tall bar stool, dainty hands cupped about the glass of water in front of her. The condensation from the cup clung to her skin, no help from the humid, ho atmosphere of the Lucky Spades club.
Some time that evening, Evianne pushed away the sweating cup, now full of lukewarm water, and pressed her hot cheek to the glass countertop, her temperature much higher than what it should have been. If not for a kind old bar owner, she'd have surely been swept away by unkind hands, and become some sort of toy.
She was Lucky.
When she awoke, she was greeted by a rush of hot, sticky air, which was thickened by the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Instantly, sheltered Evianne was gagging, coughing, and looking for any possible exit. Feeble old hands caught her shoulders as she tried to stand, trying to calm her. Dazed, she'd asked where she was. She'd never forget his words.
"Well, my dear, I think this would now be considered your home."
Care to play a game?
And indeed, it was.
Evianne spent the next two years dodging the idea of visiting her mother, and for one, remained cooped up in the basement of the small, barely surviving bar. Even though the elderly owner had swore she was in no debt, Evianne remained determined to repay him, somehow. She started out as a simple day time waitress, before convincing the man she was more than capable of handling a few drunks. Plus, there was always the gruff, large bartender, Brant.
Evianne's cunning was stifled when she worked, something she did all on her own. She played the part of the charming, young beauty who could not only mix numerous drinks, but also manage to make it through and entire evening of restless, hormone induced drunks. Soon she was also bartending, and well on her way to assisting with many of the debts the club owned. Of course, her would-be fortune was of no use here, as she was though dead. She regretted not taking money for herself, indeed.
Then she was introduced into the world of gambling. A simple deck of cards started it all. One slow evening, the owner and Evianne started up a game, and after he beat her, Evianne was hooked. Gambling seemed like the answer to all her problems. And it was going to be.
An intense schedule began, as Evianne began to build something for herself. To rebuild the life she'd lost, and to provide a fit threshold for her mother to come home to. Thus, in the day shifts, Evianne would run the Lucky Spades Club, while in the evening, she would gamble her wages, cleverly winning almost double what she'd bet. Soon she'd saved up quite a bit, enough for the treatment for her mother.
But again, tragedy struck.
The owner of the Lucky Spades Club died, from a rumored heart attack. At first, the story was believable, but when Evianne returned to the bar, to collect her belongings, she found something waiting for her. A simple deck of cards, and a set of keys. The set of keys to the club.
Knowing now that there was a much larger story behind the owner's death, and that he'd left her something to continue for him, she tucked the deck in her coat pocket, and started to lock up for the evening.
In less than a year, the Lucky Spades was what it is today.
Still scratched on the back of the Ace of Spades was the scratch-scratched writing of the old owner.
"Careful what you gamble."
The next time she placed a bet, she ended up richer than she'd planned.
This is good-bye.
When the nurses in the upper wings of the hospital received word that Evianne Jennings was on her way to visit Jenivive, most did not expect who would walk through the double, automatic doors. For those who'd seen the child at a young age, it was hard to believe that it was the same person who approached the counter.
While young Evianne had been frail and sickly looking, with long hair of a golden yellow, and large innocent eyes that seemed oblivious to all, the older Eve looked like the complete opposite.
Tall and slender framed, Evianne was nothing short of a model. Her eyes had shaped into a more mature look, as if she knew exactly what was happening even if she'd just walked in. Her lips seemed to constantly curve into a coyish, all knowing smirk, and just the grace in her step seemed to attract attention. And her clothes. No doubt they looked odd, but also expensive. The tips of pale blond hair kissed her jaw line, her hair layered around her teal eyes.
As Eve had approached the counter, the nurse wasn't sure what to say. This woman seemed to be in the wrong place. But Evianne had ignored the nurse's blank stare, and smiled.
"I'm here for Jenivive."
No one was prepared to accept the fact that the fabled 'Ace' who had paid thousands of dollars for this comatose's treatment, was Evianne Jennings.
A once frail little girl who had once charmed many with her happy, innocent little smile, was now a millionaire.
Evianne paused outside the door. Around her the hall was filled with soft beeping, the sounds of machines, and wheelchairs moving about, the occasional hushed whisper. The smell that filled the air had never really sat lightly with Evianne, it reminded her so much of her mother. Laying there, comatose.
Her mother.
She was the reason Evianne was here, in this damned hospital. Her boots were frozen in place, the white of them paled than the tile beneath her feet. The female was dressed lightly, a pair a thin black slacks loose about her legs, though they clung to her hips. A white long sleeve shirt fit her torso, complimented by the thick, off-white scarf that wrapped her neck. Her hair pressed her face from where the white beanie was pulled down over her head.
Room 6709. Her slender fingertips met the cool metal of the door, and Evianne felt the nervous sick feeling wash through her stomach again. Quietly, she pressed her forehead to the door, the soft thump in sync with her shaky sigh.
What would the guys back at the Spade think if they saw her this way? Eve's image would be ruined. Not that they'd mind. They respected whatever Eve did decide to show.
"...Is some..one ther..e?"
Evianne froze. That voice. It was faint, but Evianne couldn't have mistook it.
This is where she said good-bye to the hell she'd been through to get back here. Smiling faintly, she opened the door, teal gaze falling upon the figure in the bed.
"Hello mom."
Picking up the pieces.
The following years were the rise of an underground empire so vast and so intricate that Evianne was positive she was in control of everything that went on beneath the government's nose. However, this may have just been the blond being cocky, who knows.
Currently, Evianne has her fingers in the most advanced mutant smuggling system, determined to keep the mutants she can safe, and alive- for a price.
The bar is very well known to the mutants of Liber, and those who enter know nothing of the organization that literally is beneath it all.
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