Evaleigh Tiernay

"the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the demons run circles, round and round in my head"

Character Identity

Name: Evaleigh Tiernay
Age: 88
Gender: Female
Religion: Pantheism
Species: Former Fae/Human Form
Origin: Forests of Rosayia
Nationality: Craetharian
Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Physical Appearance

Height: 4' 11"
Weight: 110 lbs
Eye Colour: Swirls of blues and greens
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Physical Description: Lithe and graceful with the body of an unrefined dancer. Freckles speckle her nose and upper cheeks, bringing attention to the unnatural hues of her eyes, which have an otherworldly flair. Her soft shoulder length hair is a deep brown that she usually keeps pinned back out of her eyes, so she can focus on her work. Tattoos adorn her form, most never staying in one place for too long. It would seem to be a trick of the light for those who did not know what she was capable of. Shyness is not a trait she seems to know, keeping herself clad in whatever she finds airy and comfortable. Most often shorts with a translucent blouse or a short flowing dress.

Personality, Traits and Abilities

General Overview: You'll often see her muttering or talking to herself but don't be overly alarmed, she's just a touch mad. Having the spirit of a fae trapped in the body of a human will do that to a girl.

Eva is a tattoo artist. But her work is more than skin deep. While she is able to make tattoos for merely aesthetic reasons she can pour herself into the work and create warding spells, guardian tattoos and enhancements.  She loves the artistry and the delight she can bring customers, however, this is a job born out of necessity in her case. The outpouring of magic into her creations helps to release the tension her human vessel holds from containing her natural faerie magicks. It helps to quiet the madness within. 

She has good days and bad days. More good than bad she would like to think, but she's especially cheerful while she's tattooing or shortly after.

Strengths, Skills and Abilities: Able to cast warding spells and protection magic, most often in the form of tattoos. Natural affinity with animals and green thumb.
Weaknesses: Madness which often makes her irrational or brings out poor judgement. Unskilled in most any form of combat.
Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): Perhaps to one day find her sanity and her wings.
Hobbies and Interests: Her artwork is a major hobby and part of her life. Enjoys dancing and anything else that reminds her of sex.

Personal Sexual Information

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Turn ons: Bondage, Pain, Voyeurism, Blood, Danger, Biting
Turn offs: Humiliation, degradation
Breast Size: B Cup
Sensitivity: Highly sensitive to physical and magical manipulation/touch.
Additional Sexual Information: She craves sex more as a human than she ever did as a pixie. She loves the idea of love. Sex, in her eyes, is meant to be explored and taken to the limits, but always from a place of love and not cruelty.

Extra Information

Father: Zachariah Tiernay
Mother: Petra Tiernay
Siblings: Thane Tiernay(deceased)
Children: None

       History

Awards/Commendations: None
Criminal Record: Murder (nothing on record; only know in fae world)
Bio:  Evaleigh was formerly a pixie fae, cursed by her father into human form nearly 5 years ago after she committed an unforgivable crime. Choosing the life of a human mortal over that of a fellow pixie. A human baby over her brother to be more exact. Thane, her brother, had had a treacherously malignant streak since he'd been a child. He had tortured animals in a most unpixie-like fashion until the day he had stolen away a human babe for his own amusement. The baby's cries had caught her attention when she had been out gathering food. Thinking back, he must have wanted her to find him, considering he'd done it near her common gathering grounds.

When she had flown onto the scene, her heart had nearly broken at the sight. Blood, more than she thought possible, coated the grass around the babe and the cries had gone silent. Her senses were immediately overwhelmed and she felt herself fall to the ground, body and wings numb with horror. It was then that she caught sight of Thane standing nearby, his malevolent grin eagerly drinking in her pain. Instinct overrode her body and she blacked out. Sentry pixies found her screaming as she continuously bashed what used to be Thane's head with a rock.

Later, before her father passed her sentence, she was told by the sentries who had found her that the baby had been returned to the humans, still alive. It was the only thing that kept her strong through it all.

Now banished to the world of humans she still finds her own size disorienting at times as well as her lack of flight. She hates to dwell on the past and when she does her thoughts often turn dark and macabre. It is a harsh change from the compassionate and innocent being she once was..