Eva Hannelore
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Eva Hannelore | |
| Player: @Svolta Sinistra | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Defender |
| Security Level: | 27 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Confidential |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Divine Inhuman |
| Age: | Mind: 18 Body: 21 |
| Height: | 5' |
| Weight: | 95lbs |
| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | Ginger |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Unknown |
| Occupation: | Healer of Gabriel's Army |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | deceased |
| Known Powers | |
| Empath/Darkness | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
| No additional information available. | |
Contents |
Mortal Life
Adolescence
Before Eva was a vassal in Gabriel's Army, she was a a mortal human, and when Eva was human, her name was Wren Lowry. She was intelligent, stubborn, and fiercely loyal. Growing up in a heavily religious and militaristic family was hard for Wren. She was an only child, and grew up with a strict lieutenant father. He began training her from infancy for hand to hand combat. She was disciplined, skilled, and raised with a distinct sense of right and wrong. Wren's mother was never a prominent figure in her life. She was a military wife - reserved, conservative, and had little potential outside of her homemaking abilities. As a result, Wren grew up emulating her father. She worshiped the ground he walked on, diligently training and practicing her hand to hand combat. After years of vigorous and strict training, Wren was more than skilled at hand to hand combat. She was calm, collected, with a well of power lurking beneath her depths.
Teen Years
By her teen years, Wren was known among her classmates as the righter of wrongs. If there was a bully, she took them down... if there were rowdy students in her class, a withering gaze silenced them. It wasn't until her father was killed in combat when Wren was 16 that Wren began applying her own code of morals to her battles. She took her fighting to the streets, acting as a vigilante. Her justice was swift, without mercy, and unfaltering. Kids spraying graffiti got the same punishment as thieves and killers. In the beginning, she tried not to kill. Her father had ingrained within her a deep respect for human life, whether that life was lived rightly or wrongly. As the months went on, his guidance faded within her mind, and the filth of the city became that much more prominent in her mind. When she was 17 she had killed her first man. He was a rapist, stalking women joggers through parks until he could nab them. At first Wren was afraid of herself, but the rage within her didn't stop her from continuing on in her battle and slaughtering many more that she felt deserved to have their lives ended. Wren's life had changed too much for her to go back. She clung to the few things left in her life that made her human.. Her dear friends, her garden, and her long term boyfriend: Mike. Mike and Wren had a whirlwind romance typical of many teenagers, and their fierce devotion to each other proved fatal.
Wren had always been headstrong, acting on instinct and jumping into battle knowing that she would come out on top. It had led to a few broken bones, bloody noses and black eyes, but Wren had never dreamed that she would die before the age of 19.
Death
Wren laughed, taking Mike's hand as they walked down the crowded street. She was forcing herself to act nonchalant as the pair strolled down the dimly lit sidewalk of the city. She was walking Mike back to his apartment, something that he had always protested to.. But it had been a year now, and he was used to the routine, even if it still shook him that a girl smaller and younger than he was his source of protection. Wren chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye to the brick wall of the building to her left. There it was. The shadow that was the source of her forced laughter. She was trying to appear casual, so as not to inform the man following them that she had become aware of him. These streets were never safe at this time of night, but she and Mike had been given a rare chance to have a date without the rest of their friends tagging along. It had run late, of course, but traveling late at night had never scared her.
Quickening her pace insignificantly, Wren tightened her grip on Mike's hand, giving it a little squeeze. He looked to her with a raised eyebrow, mistaking her warning for an act more amorous. He stopped them, cupping her cheek in one large hand and kissing her softly. She kept her eyes open to slits, trying to keep an eye on the man stalking them. The slow scraping footsteps had stopped as they did. Mike tilted his head, blocking her view and wrapping an arm around her as she tried to end the kiss prematurely. She managed to smack his chest with her closed fist lightly, pushing him away. "Mike," She hissed, putting her chin on his shoulder, "We're about to be-" The sound of footsteps reached her ears again. She shoved Mike away roughly, pushing him to the ground where he sprawled, staring up at her with wide green eyes. "Wren!" She whipped around, sending a flying kick in the direction of the approaching sound. Her foot grazed the figure's chest, and Wren narrowed her eyes in the dim lighting in an attempt to see the figure more quickly.
It was a hunched over man, wearing a beanie and a ragged coat. The yellow light glinted off his glassy eyes. He had the look of a killer - a presence of evil lurking within him that Wren knew all too well. "I'm going to give you one chance to turn around and walk away." The barrel of a gun appeared in the light of the streetlamp. "And I'm going to give you one chance to come with me." Wren eyed the gun warily. She knew more than one move to take the gun out of a hand. Her body tensed for a moment before she heard Mike struggling to his feet. She couldn't chance the gun going off and hitting him. "YOU!" Mike shouted, "I know you - You're that serial killer! Wren get away from him!" Wren whipped her head around to look at him, "Mike," Her tone was sharp, and full of warning. "Don't move."
Mike shot her a glare, but the hurt to his pride and ego was apparent in his eyes. "Wren, you've seen that man in the papers! He's a PSYCHO. He's killed ten girls just this week and he's got a GUN. You can't-" Wren knew that his anger and rage was just out of protectiveness for her, but his emotional outburst wasn't going to do them any good. "Mike-" Her eyes widened with fear as she saw Mike's torso shift. His core was moving. He was going to lunge. "MIKE-" She screamed his name as the roar of the gun deafened her for a moment. Her ears rang as she stared at Mike, once more on the ground and clutching his shoulder. For a moment, she forgot herself, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "MIKE!" She sobbed as the man shouted, "I SAID DON'T MOVE!" She clenched her fists, staring at Mike as blood began to flower against his beige shirt.
"You.. Girl." The man motioned with his gun, "You're coming with me." Wren glared at him with venom in her deep blue eyes, "Like hell I am." She growled, feeling a surge of rage filling her as her leg swept forward, slamming her foot against the man's wrist. The killer shouted in pain, and his gun went flying. The metal grated against concrete as it skidded away, and another kick shot out, knocking the man to the ground. Wren threw herself at him, fists flying with frightening strength. The man struggled to block his head and face, but he was already bleeding and aching from the punches he had taken to the chest. He grabbed her arms, trying to stop her and failing. She was an animal now - a lioness - trying to repay the man for wounding her love. She had trained long enough to know that emotions did little more than blind fighters in the heat of battle. She knew she should remain calm and detached, but seeing Mike shot to the ground, and knowing he could be killed at any moment made her emotional and careless. She was lost completely in the satisfaction of hurting the killer and the rage of his audacity. The killer grasped blindly for his coat pocket, whipping out a butterfly blade. A flick of the wrist later, the blade was embedded within her gut. Wren coughed at the surge of pain, her eyes widening with surprise at being taken off-guard. A guttural sound wrenched from her throat as her rapid punches ceased. A handful of stabs created gaping wounds all across her chest and stomach. Wren struggled to stand, but the man had rolled, throwing her off-balance and onto the pavement. He lingered for a moment, drinking in her completely vulnerable state before leaning down, and slicing her throat.
Afterlife
Heaven
When Wren stood at the pearly gates, Saint Peter had scowled at her, already knowing the lives she had taken. So many men and women with the potential to turn their lives around had been sent to hell without a chance to repent and be saved. Wren had stared at him stonily, unable to comprehend what was happening before her as Archangel Gabriel argued on her behalf. The two argued viciously. Peter said that she had fought out of evil within, not out of protection for the righteous. Gabriel had defended her, saying the opposite and citing all the lives that would have been lost had she not killed some of the people she had taken down. With God as their mediator and witness, Gabriel swore his wings on Wren's divinity, saying that if she were given a second chance, she would prove herself as an irreplaceable member of his army against Lucifer. Peter remained stoic as God granted Gabriel's wish, returning Wren to earth. She was restored to life in a new slightly older inhuman body that was capable of handling the magic within her, and a new name: Eva Hannelore. He removed her physical abilities, and instead bestowed upon her angelic healing powers with instructions to kill only those infected or possessed by demonic energy. Her memories of her past life were vague, but her purpose was clear in her mind.
On her trip back down to earth, Lucifer intercepted her soul, coveting it as a precious gem and whispering words of power. He cited God's duty to remain impartial toward the souls of humans... He told Wren that he sensed great power within her.. and it would be a shame for all that potential to be wasted on Gabriel's pitiful army. He sank his claws into her soul, infecting her healing powers with demonic energy, forcing within her the power of the netherworld... it was just enough that he could hope to tempt her and force her to seek him out asking for more.
Return to Earth
Eva's identity was modified by her murky memory - she was forbidden to contact anyone from her previous life, but curiosity got the better of her. Rigorous investigation revealed to her that her mother and friends had died long ago while time for her had ceased to exist while at the gates of Heaven. Her emotional memories reset, leaving her like a newborn and unsure of how to function among humans, heroes, and villains. Her sexuality reset as well, leaving her as an asexual - without sexual attraction to either gender in an effort to leave her without distractions from her cause. Her cognitive memories were faint, leaving her with very few clear memories to go off of. She was floundering, lacking direction until Gabriel began giving her instructions. She followed his every order, trying to ignore the darkness growing within her. Gabriel would often speak to her, giving her orders and instructing her when she strayed from her path. When she was on the path of righteousness, he remained silent.
Personality
Allies/Friends
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