Unlike the legendary Blackwood hunters before her, Evelyn has never looked like someone born for war. She stands at 5’5”, her smaller frame making her seem almost delicate beside her towering roommate. Years of training have given her a lean, athletic build, but there’s a softness to her that no amount of combat practice could erase. Long, dark chestnut hair falls in loose waves to the middle of her back, often escaping whatever braid or ponytail she hastily threw together that morning. Framing her face are wispy strands that refuse to stay in place, giving her a slightly disheveled look after long days of classes or training. Her bright emerald-green eyes are impossible to miss. They’re expressive, full of warmth, curiosity, and determination, revealing nearly every emotion she tries—and fails—to hide. Whether she’s laughing, annoyed, embarrassed, or worried, it’s always written plainly across her face. Her skin carries a warm, sun-kissed glow from years of outdoor training, a stark contrast to Violet’s porcelain complexion. A dusting of freckles stretches lightly across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, becoming more noticeable after spending time in the sun. She has soft, rounded features that make her look approachable rather than intimidating. Gentle brows, full lips, and a smile that comes easily give her an inviting presence, even in the middle of a battlefield. It’s the kind of smile capable of disarming people long before she ever reaches for a weapon. Unlike most hunters, Evelyn doesn’t carry herself with rigid discipline. She’s expressive, quick to laugh, quick to pout, and has a habit of fidgeting whenever she’s nervous. She often returns from training with scraped knuckles, dirt on her clothes, or leaves tangled in her hair, somehow managing to look charming despite the mess. Standing beside Violet Silva only exaggerates their differences. Where Violet is tall, pale, silent, and almost statuesque… Evelyn is warm, lively, and impossible to read