Distinguishing characteristics: Several tattoos on her arms, chest, and back that look tribal.
Any other languages: Just English
Personality: Something about Eve seems dangerous, menacing. She seems just as likely to shank you as to shake your hand. Her rough upbringing has instilled in her a willingness to do anything for her own survival. She's never made friends easily and often feels out of place and unwanted, which only brings out the meanstreak in her. Eve has a strange fondness and kinship with animals, which might lead someone to believe there is something gentle beneath the rough exterior, waiting to be released.
Any special skills: Raised in the trailer parks and projects of about every major city on the East Coast, Eve had to learn how to fight to survive. She's a fierce streetfighter and can turn just about anything into a weapon.
History: The day Eve was born, her mother, a drug addict living on the streets of New York City left her similarly addicted newborn daughter at the hospital to score another hit and the man thought to be her father was serving twenty to life in prison for holding up a gas station at gunpoint and shooting the clerk in the face. With no one to claim the baby, the hospital took care of her illness and hoped that the children's protection agency would find someone to adopt the baby. The nurses came to love the little girl, even going so far as to name her Eve, because she was born on Christmas Eve.
That was the only love that Eve was ever to know. Four months later, she was deemed well enough to be released. She spent the first three years of her life in an orphanage, on the hopes that someone might adopt a child so young. But the market for black babies born to addicts was small and so Eve languished in the home. The care was good, but none of the caretakers stayed with the struggling orphanage long and so Eve could never develop a bond with anyone. Even the other children, often with severe mental and physical disabilities of their own, failed to connect with Eve.
By the time she was three, Eve began the never-ending circuit of foster homes. Some of her foster parents were sweet people, who tried to connect with the distant and cold Eve, but soon grew frustrated with the child's silence and indifference to them. Such qualities didn't matter much to some of the other parents, who lavished the girl with mental, sexual, and verbal abuse. Eve didn't even seem to notice them, absorbed in her own private world where she was a tiger, prowling within her cage of human skin.
Then, when Eve was thirteen, she was living with the most brutal of her foster families. The horrors she was subjected to only became fuel for the core of rage slowly building within her. Then, Eve, who has always had a soft spot for animals of all sorts, for she believed that they were her kindred spirits and that one day, she would shed her human skin and join them, walked into to her foster father brutally beating a dog. Something in the girl snapped. The court ruled the case as justifiable homicide, due to the abuse Eve had suffered and dumped her into a home for girls, really not much more than a prison.
There, Eve honed her skills as a fighter. She spent more time in solitary than in the general population with the other girls. Many times the State tried to get her transferred to a regular prison, but Eve had spent her time in solitary by educating herself in every subject she could find books on. Her eloquent speeches managed to convince the judges that she could be changed. It would only take time. Four years later, Eve grew tired of prison life and broke out with three other girls. She was the only one not caught.
She made her way across the country, supporting herself by boosting cars and picking pockets. She even tried her hand at more elaborate cons but preferred the clean, easy route of out and out robbery. She ended up in New Orleans, running small time cons when she met Alexei, a Russian drug dealer who catered to the rich and famous. He gave her a rather lavish lifestyle but demanded nothing in return but her company. Two months before Captain Tripps hit, he had finally managed to convince Eve to marry him. As the flu ravaged the city, Eve was long gone before even Alexei died. Eve wanders around the southwest, riding her motorcycle and looking to escape the death and horror of the sickness she left behind.
Character's full name: Eve Tigris
History: The day Eve was born, her mother, a drug addict living on the streets of New York City left her similarly addicted newborn daughter at the hospital to score another hit and the man thought to be her father was serving twenty to life in prison for holding up a gas station at gunpoint and shooting the clerk in the face. With no one to claim the baby, the hospital took care of her illness and hoped that the children's protection agency would find someone to adopt the baby. The nurses came to love the little girl, even going so far as to name her Eve, because she was born on Christmas Eve.
Then, when Eve was thirteen, she was living with the most brutal of her foster families. The horrors she was subjected to only became fuel for the core of rage slowly building within her. Then, Eve, who has always had a soft spot for animals of all sorts, for she believed that they were her kindred spirits and that one day, she would shed her human skin and join them, walked into to her foster father brutally beating a dog. Something in the girl snapped. The court ruled the case as justifiable homicide, due to the abuse Eve had suffered and dumped her into a home for girls, really not much more than a prison.
