Race: Firefly Sprite
Name: Yvonne Rosemary
J-just call me Eve, if that's okay?
Age: Forever 17!
W-what do you mean it's not funny?!
...O-okay, it's about...
...T-Three centuries.
B-but I was just born not so long ago! I-I'm only 19 this year, I sweaaar!
Appearance:
This is her usual getup, though she does have a wardrobe with clothes, plural, in it.
To hide her antennae, she uses the legendary spell of tucking them into her hair. Eve is physically weak and frail; a gentle shove could send her sprawling. She claims that her green hair is dyed.
First Impression: That girl by the café window. Yeah, the green-haired one. Isn't she a regular? She is, but she never seems to do much besides get a drink. She turns, having noticing the stare she's getting, and gets flustered for a second or two before waving a bit and offering a dorky smile.
Bumping into her prompted an embarrasingly loud "EEEK!", right the noise of the books she was carrying hitting the ground. After the initial shell-shock, she's on the ground with both arms tight around a leather-bound journal and both eyes shut tight. She scrambled up after a moment that to her, felt like forever, and fervently apologized (It sounded somewhere along the lines of "Aah I'm sorry I'm sorry I should have watched where I was going sorry") as she picked her books back up. After getting all her books and a quick bow, she hurried off, a bit more unsteady than usual.
Talents:
Illusion
Yvonne is capable of creating minor illusions to alter what something looks like. She can turn something else (or herself) a different colour or invisible, but usually she just uses this as a replacement for makeup. She might not be good with attention, but she does kind of enjoy it.
Rune Magic
Eve has a large ballpoint pen with the ink replaced with a blend of cinnamon and blood (she's been meaning to get a proper mix when the ink runs out), usually tucked in her journal. While she knows some runes, she gets most of her spells off the internet.
Quirks:
She's nervous, more often than not. Whether it's getting the nerves over something or just being tightly-wound in general, she's often like this outside being alone at home, and s-stammers of-often.
She's also a real doormat, there's very few things she would put her foot down for.
She carries around a leather-bound journal that shows no signs of age, despite the obscene number of bookmarks on it. No matter how long it's flipped through, the pages don't seem to end.
Bio: Apartment complexes like those here at Crystal Bay frequently attract the majority of forest sprites, now displaced due to deforestation and industrialisation. This is because if you could find a few people you could trust, they could reincarnate back into children in peace, often with someone to look after their new form.
This is where Yvonne Rosemary's story begins. A couple agreed to look after Eve after her "mother" decided to pass on, and so she lived a pretty uneventful childhood with model parents, which, considering the "spirit of nature" thing, was pretty lucky. At 13, seeing her fondness for reading and writing, Eve's adoptive parents gave her the book her predecessors used to record their lives. She loved it, but it was only after finishing high school that they told her what it (and by extension, she) really was.
Poor Sam and Monty were promised that Yvonne wouldn't have an existential crisis, which is why that's exactly what she had. Okay, that was an exaggeration; it amounted to a few days of reduced appetites and introspection, and in the end she came out of it surprisingly fine with it.
Eve decided to go out on her own two years later, promising to call back every week or so. And that's how she found Crystal Bay, just beckoning her to it. It's only been a few days since she moved in.
Extra: She has an interest in keychains, and uses some to organize small objects.
