Essex Girl
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| “Bless her, she’s really young and sweet and orange.” | |
| Essex Girl | |
| Player: @Purple Turkey | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Corruptor |
| Security Level: | .. |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Evangline (Evie) Smiff |
| Known Aliases: | Evangeline Jordan. |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 18 |
| Height: | 5'3 ish. |
| Weight: | Perfect, thank you very much. |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Blonde (natural?) |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | British |
| Occupation: | Shopping / Busting Cultists |
| Place of Birth: | NK |
| Base of Operations: | London, UK |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Mother?, Father and brother? |
| Known Powers | |
| Witchcraft | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Gunslinger | |
| Equipment | |
| Pistols with Enchanted Ammo. | |
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The name is Essex Girl ... she's coming to Paragon City.
Evie loved her mum; they were there for each other. She grew up on a series of different council estates in the far east of Greater London. They moved often; mum never said why. As long as they had each other anywhere was home. But her mum got sick, and the sickness kept getting worse, and when Evie was 14 she was taken into care.
On her 16th birthday, Evangline Smiff learned that she was a witch. Or something similar. Oh sure, her friends and enemies in the care homes had been calling her that for a couple of years (amongst many other things), but as she came of age the mystical powers that had been dormant in her were released. Of course, it was time for payback (especially against those who had been calling her names).
The powers came too quickly to her and she never learned to control them. She fell in with street gangs and women of loose moral fibre. Soon she was riding shotgun on rebellious motorbike gangs in both Chelmsford and Brentwood, trading blows with the drugged up fanatics of the Chingford Coven, and hanging out with the wild, transvestite werewolves of Epping Forest. From there it was only a few months before she was in deep trouble with a variety of evil supernatural sickos and devil-worshipping dickheads: subject of a kipnapping; bound and gagged; and heading for sacrifice on one of a variety of ancient and unhygienic altars to shapeless, forgotten gods.
That's when a man came into her life. She was holding out for a Hero ... but what she got was a father she never knew she had. Nothing says "Daddy loves you" like last-minute rescue from a fate worse than simple death.
Turns out she was the long-lost love child of Sir Montague Jordan; global industrialist, corporate mogul, political philanthropist ... and Grade A Listed Legendary Immortal Mage with post modernist planet-wide power-mongering thrown in. Mum never told her. Explains the innate powers of witchcraft. Also explains the succession of crummy cultists with leering eyes and wandering hands who kept trying to tie her up and sacrifice her to something unsavoury as part of their on-going war with Daddy.
Now, Evie grew up next to poverty in some of the most deprived areas of south east England. You might have thought Daddy would want to make it up to her, buy her a Mercedes-Benz. Or a yacht. Or even a small country in the Caribbean. Nope. None of that. He got her training with some freaks who call themselves the "Goatbusters" and working out how to take down occult gangs. Seems she makes great "bait". So that's what she's doing, for a while at least until the cultists wise up that trying to sacrifice her just brings the sting.
She knows she should tell him to screw that, but turns out she enjoys the work. It's in the blood I guess. Just maybe she deserves better than just being Daddy's little girl. Perhaps it's time to strike out on her own ... ?
