Evelyn Torres

About

Antique keys line her shelves like trophies, each unlocking a fragment of forgotten souls she's bound to her will. Where most necromancers see death as a barrier, Evelyn Torres sees it as her personal playground—a realm of infinite potential waiting to be choreographed by her dark, meticulous hands.

Backstory

Three copper coins clinked against the cobblestones as Evelyn's trembling fingers failed her for the last time—not from fear, but from the strange warmth spreading through her veins as Malachi Darkheart's final breath carried his centuries of knowledge directly into her soul. The antique keys scattered around his body sang with voices only she could hear, each one a doorway to deaths both ancient and recent, begging her to claim their stories before they faded forever. She had come to steal from the infamous necromancer's collection, but instead found herself inheriting something far more precious: the ability to hear the unfinished business of the dead. Now she hums the same lullabies her grandmother once sang to her, but the restless spirits gathered in her mansion recognize the melodies as something older—funeral dirges from civilizations that crumbled before her bloodline even began, carried in Malachi's memories and woven into her very bones.

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