<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Marisa_casting_resized.png)</div>Name: Evelune (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=706601)<br/>Race: Half-Elf<br/>Class: Warlock 7 (The Fiend, Pact of the Tome)<br/>Background: Urchin<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Age: 16<br/>Background: Evelune's story is the sort you hear all over. Poor little halfie-no-parents, the children sing, a little guttersnipe without any future except as a thief or a prostitute. Well she showed those fuckers. Selling her soul in exchange for overwhelming firepower was probably a bad idea, long-term, but that paled in comparison to all the shinies raked in and all the revenge gotten (and there's seriously a lot of revenge gotten). It made her leader of one of the urchin-gangs, feared and respected by all or at least all those under four feet tall, at least until they kicked her out when she got too old and too tall. That's all right! She's gonna make her own way, and that way's going to be strewn with gold, wine, heartbroken boys and girls, and the charred corpses of her many enemies.<br/><br/>You know. Hopefully. Fingers crossed and hope to not die because dying means going to Hell. That's probably going to be a problem someday.