Death has befallen Evangelline as of the dawn of the Twenty-Ninth of July, T.A. 3019. May she rest in fond memory. 

Background: Who knows? She's a Bree-lander though, that's pretty obvious.

Personality: She's up and she's down, on and she's off. A firecracker lighting up the night sky, and sometimes setting everything on fire. She seems to have a passion for existing, and everything that goes with it. She's extremely sociable, and loves people. She can however be a bit touchy, and very rash.

She is a daredevil. She'll do anything for a rush, or an adventure, as some have played witness too.

Random facts/quirks:

• She absolutely hates dead flowers, and will get particularly annoyed if she sees you putting them on a grave, or in your hair.
• She seems fond of wearing black and white, though her more 'practical' clothes are simply black, brown, or sometimes green.
• She has mastered the ability to be a morbid optimist, somehow.
• She almost can't bring herself to refuse a challenge.
• She is almost incapable of holding a grudge, unless you mess with someone she cares for, then good luck undoing it.

Fighting style/arming: She is an almost unmissing shot with a bow, even while mobile. She often carries at least a dagger with her, if not a sword as well, but the primary use of these is to her, defense, as she has very slim melee skill.

Her persona in fighting is almost feral. She has never been trained to kill, but she knows a good deal about not dying. She fights with an extreme level of acrobatics, making her very prone to evade, instead of attempting to block.

Goal for her life: Wanderlust has overtaken the girl, in recent years. She once remarked to someone that she longs for her life to be a black fairy-tale, when asked what that means she replied, "Why, the most realistic kind of course. Everything is perfectly magical, and it seems fitting when everyone dies in the end."

Brief overview of her backstory (for the oocly curious):

Evangelline grew up the easily bored only child of a gorgeous Gondorian woman, and a roguly handsome Bree-man. While not spoiled in an esthetic fashion, or in the way of belongings, she was undeniably doted upon by her mother.

Her life was without event, so long as she minded her tongue, and ignored the cuts and bruises her father always seemed to come home with.Indeed her father would often disappear for days at a time, and come back looking worse, yet richer. It was not until she was nine or ten that she was finally explained the mystery of this, albeit in a general fashion. Her father was among 'bad men', it seemed, and that didn't always go well.

Indeed it was this itself that was the downfall of her happy life- money was owed, and they couldn't pay. Her mother was taken, and her father simply never came home.

The adolescent, not even yet in her teens, was left with no choice but to sell their house and take to living on the streets. Age passed, and she became a huntress as a means of living- the anxiety left from her circumstances meaning that any work in town was utterly impossible. Living in the woods now, she found that animals can often be much safer than people.

    "There's a lot of foreigners camping out there, now. I'd be lying if I said I  didn't fear for my life, sometimes. It's harder to hunt that way, too."

Matured now, much of her fear of society has faded, and instead a different kind of restlessness from her wanderlust arises... a desire for company.

Diary entries: The Diary of Evangelline

Stories from her life: The gleeful miseries of Evangelline Lilybrook, and all that her life entails.

Current:

If you're one to listen to the talk of the towns, you likely know that Evangelline, it seems, has gotten herself pregnant. Oddly enough she often appears with cuts, bruises and small wounds over herself. Word in Combe is that she's fallen to the same dastardly profession has her father, and the tutting women of the village predict she'll fall to the same fate as he had, and her child with her.