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| Evlas Heart; post-apocalyptic crossdressing cowgirl | |
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| blackheart | Mar 31 2009, 05:35 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Evlas "Blackheart" Heart, but if you call her "Evlas" she'll probably shoot you. Goes by "Ev" or "Heart" to her friends, "Blackheart" to the bounty hunters and the authorities. Race/Specie/Ethnicity/Bloodline/Beinghood: Human Age/DOB: mid-twenties Gender: Since everyone arrives on the ship naked, female. Otherwise, fairly androgynous/masculine. Home Planet: New Jersey, The United States, Earth, some point in the far off post-apocalyptic future Height: 5'11" Weight/Shape: Wiry and spare- a runner's build, with long legs and big hands. Hair/Scales/Plumage/Dangly Parts: Dark brown, but typically dyed henna-red, in cornrows and braids; the braids are usually tied back, and she wears a hat all the time. Eyes or other important sensory apparati: Two of 'em, muddy hazel with flecks of amber. Kind of creepy lookin', when you think about it. Skin: Somewhere between espresso and shale. Um. Let's go with a deeply tanned, wind-and-sunburned, pock-marked, red-brown mahogany color. It's a tossup as to whether the red tones in her skin are natural, or a result of all the dust. Other Important Features[/b]: A sacred heart tattoo on the back of her neck in blue ink. Physical Description: Tall, rangy, completely flat-chested with no hips to speak of, and kind of ugly, Ev can pass for a man with the greatest of ease- and she usually does, even if she can come off as a bit of a dandy sometimes. (She never goes anywhere without a handkerchief. You never know when it'll come in handy.) Her voice is low with a chain-smoker's rasp, even though she doesn't smoke terribly often. Even if she does look like a woman from the right angle (it's the cheekbones), she sounds so masculine that it usually throws people off. Ev is intimidating despite looking like a skinny man- it's something in the way she smiles with all of her teeth. You can't tell if she's happy to see you or if she's going to go for the throat- and she's always smiling. Ev has a fondness for brightly colored paisley vests, but apart from that her wardrobe is pretty standard for a central Jersey outlaw- black hat, brown duster, stopmy combat boots, and a lot of guns. She takes care of her appearance, though- apart from the dust, which gets in everything, all of her gear is in good condition. Her left foot is missing three toes- she stepped on a bit of shrapnel, they got infected, and she had them amputated. She's got a variety of scars, but none of them are terribly noteworthy- they're the standard stab-and-bullet wounds one tends to pick up in her line of work. She has no other tattoos apart from the one on the back of her neck, which she doesn't like to talk about. Personality: Easy going and personable around people she trusts, trigger happy and a little reckless around people she doesn't, Ev is the sort of person who robs a bank just because it's there, not because she needs the money. Which doesn't mean she doesn't like money, because she most certainly does. But money is like icing on the cake after a good heist; she gets off on the thrill of the job. She's kind to small children and animals, slow to take offense or insult, and quick to defend a woman's honor- most of the fights she gets into are on account of other people, or in self defense. She may not take offense at other people very quickly, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like to snark other people into a frenzy. If the other guy shoots first, she won't hesitate to shoot back. Ev loves a good ruckus, and is something of an expert in massive property damage- as a result has a reputation as one of the most dangerous men from Pennington to Lambertville. She likes to think her reputation is bigger than it actually is, and she's always a little miffed to find that people have never heard of The Blackheart once she leaves her territory. Likes: boozin' and shootin', flirting with the ladies, boats and other vehicular transports, robbing banks, smuggling stuffs, the Sheriff of Lambertville Dislikes: the mob, shiitake mushrooms, when a job goes bad, when people realize she's a woman and give her shit for it, dust, the Sheriff of Lambertville Abilties, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses: Very good with machines- if its got an engine, Ev can probably kick it into tune. If she has to, she can pick a lock or crack a safe, but she'd rather just shoot things. She's very good at shooting things, and punching things, and all sorts of other violent pursuits. She's got a strong liking for dynamite and TNT, but she sadly doesn't get her hands on it terribly often. It's awful difficult to find TNT in a post-apocalyptic world. Ev is greatly resistant to poisons and other toxins- most Bayonne brats are, as a result of growing up on the NY/NJ border. It's a trade-off, though, as she'll probably die of cancer by the time she's forty. Otherwise, though, she has no physical aumentations, and she'll die of a bullet to the chest as easily as anyone else will. She has no formal medical training, but she's had a lot of practice pulling bullets out of things, and she can do basic field medicine when she has to. After the incident with her toes, she's always been more than a little germophobic. Ev has something of a weakness for the Sherrif of Lambertville, one Samuel K. Dune- Ev and Dune used to rob banks together, until Dune went straight and became a law abiding citizen. They're still friends, sort of, but Ev makes a point of causing hell in Lambertville every chance she gets. It's totally just a ploy for attention- if Dune had pigtails, Ev would be yanking them so hard. Instead, she blows up saloons and terrorizes the barbershop. Dune occasionally tries to catch Ev, but he's given it up as a lost cause, and instead tries to keep her busy with smuggling jobs and such. Home: New Jersey, in a post-nuclear-apocalyptic future. Most of south Jersey is a nuclear wasteland, and most of southern New York is a toxic swamp. After the war, what was left of the Garden State became desert- nothing but scrub and red shale as far as the eye can see, up until you get to the coast, where it's sand and carnivorous dune grass. Crossing state lines without a hazmat suit is not recommended, and even if you did make it over the border, the New York National Guard would probably shoot you on sight. They don't take kindly to folks from Jersey up there. And forget about crossing the Delaware into Pennsylvania- the bridges have been down for years, and there are things living in the bay that think ferries look like lunch. It is possible to make a good living smuggling things across the PA border, however, which is why border towns like Lambertville see a lot of people like Ev. The bits of Jersey that aren't too irradiated to support life are home to all manner of unsavory personages- the whole state is a prison colony, but the mob still rules. Ev was born in Bayonne, which is right near the border of New York- you could see Manhattan from the harbor, back before the island sank. She got out of there as soon as possible- Bayonne is a weird place, even for Jersey, and she's been making a name for herself in over in western-central Jersey for years. Items Hat Duster Many large guns, but especially a custom tuned SKS assault rifle and a pair of .357 magnums with black steel barrels and ebony grips. She calls the pistols her "Sweethearts", and the SKS is her "Pretty Baby." Wooden crucifix; it belonged to her mother, and she never takes it off. Pipe and tobacco pouch- she doesn't smoke much, but she likes the way the pipe feels in her hand. Handkerchief, and spare handkerchief- really, they're remarkably useful. First aid kit- well stocked with antibiotics. Edited by blackheart, Mar 31 2009, 06:14 PM.
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| blackheart | Apr 3 2009, 04:11 AM Post #2 |
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Another day, another greasy spoon diner. The place was nearly empty apart from the handful of toothless old men in the corner playing cards and the waittress behind the counter. Ev smiled at her, grinning broadly. "You doin' alright there, mister? Can I get you anything else?" She smiled back, blushing a little. "I'm doin' just fine, ma'am, but I'd be mighty obliged if you'd pour me another cup of that very fine coffee you got there." She tossed her duffel bag onto the counter and pulled out one of her Sweethearts. "And once yer done with that, you can fill up that bag with all the money you got in that cashbox over there." Ev gestured with the gun, still smiling. A little bit of armed robbery was a great way to start the day. Ev watched as the woman filled the bag, one hand on her gun and the other on her coffee. "Oh, and while you're at it, ma'am, I'll take a slice of cherry pie, to go. Just wrap it up and put it in the bag, and move it along, please, I got places to be." Half a cup of coffee and two bullet holes in the linoleum later, Ev strode out of the diner with a smile on her face, a song in her heart, and a happy duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She threw the bag in the passenger seat of the torn up old jeep she was driving these days, and peeled rubber out of the parking lot. Ev pulled off the road along the river, in a nice shady spot under a rare bunch of halfway healthy looking trees. She put the seat back and stretched her feet out on the dash with her pipe, and waited. She didn't have to wait long- less than half an hour, and she heard the familiar rumble of an ATV coming down the road. "Heart!" The shout was accompanied by the sound of a car door slamming, and then the Sheriff of Lambertville was glaring at her from the passenger side of the jeep. "'Mornin', Dune." Ev tilted her hat back and gave Dune a smirk. "Nice day, ain't it?" "God damnit, Heart, you wanna tell me why I just got a call from Bill's complainin' about another waitress up and quittin' on him?" Ev shrugged. "Don't see what that's got to do with me. I left a big tip." "You pointed a goddamn gun at her, that's what! Heart, you need to give me a damn good reason to not arrest you right here and now." Ev couldn't see his hands, but from the set of his shoulders, she was pretty sure he was reaching for his gun or his cuffs. "That bounty the feds've got on you is looking real nice right about now." "Brought you pie." She held up the styrofoam take-out container. "Cherry- your favorite." "You ain't right in the head, woman." Dune opened the door and sat next to her. He rummaged around in the glove compartment for a fork and snatched the box out of Ev's hand with a grumble. "I'm gonna arrest you one of these days." "No you ain't. You arrest me, no one's gonna steal pie for you." Ev grinned around her pipe. "Tastes better when it's stolen, you know that." Dune grunted around a mouthful of pie, and didn't argue. "Got a job for you. Supply run, over the border." "Why, Sheriff, think how scandalized your townspeople would be if they knew you were consortin' with a common criminal-" "My townspeople ain't gonna care who gets 'em these supplies when they run out of clean water. I got the feds on one side and the mob on the other and the water plant needs new filters. You good for it?" "Shit, you know I am, Dunesey." If there was one thing Ev loved more than money and guns, it was pissing off the mob <i>and</i> the feds at the same time. Well, okay. Maybe not more than guns. But she probably loved it more than money. Not much. But a little bit more. "Right. Left you the contact info in the glove compartment." Dune finished off the pie and crumpled up the box. "I'm heading back into town. Try not to cause anymore trouble, would you?" "Ain't makin' no promises." Ev tilted her hat back down over her eyes, and listened as Dune got back in his ATV and drove off. She'd check out the info in the glove compartment and start making plans for getting over the river in a minute; right now, there was a nice breeze coming in off the water that didn't hardly smell like chemicals at all, and she was just going to enjoy it a little longer. Ev put her seat back a little further, and drifted off to sleep. |
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| blackheart | Apr 17 2009, 05:00 AM Post #3 |
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Current Inventory! Since awakening on Vesmir, Ev has acquired the following items: Clothes- from linen closet in alcove: jumpsuit, underthings, boots; Socks and cap, from closet in hallway; Four extra socks, being used as a hair tie, a neckerchief, a rag, and an extra sock. Stuff found in the junk pile in Engineering: 2 revolvers (her Sweethearts), in terrible condition 1 rusty musket 17 silver spoons 1 butterknife 1 gaudy pink striped purse/messenger bag 1 tube of whore red lipstick, found in purse Assorted handkerchiefs, monogrammed 1 jar of foul smelling green machine lubricant, given by kobolds Found in Kobold Village: 1 Giant Stag Beetle (Miss Daisy) HER HAT, in Ollie's possession and slightly worse for the wear but now back on her head where it belongs. Found in the Dining Room 17 spoons Edited by blackheart, Apr 25 2009, 10:50 PM.
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