Evette Rivers

A girl who never knew her family, Evette's earliest memories are of the large orphanage she grew up in, within the heart of Stormwind City. Even from a young age, she was rather despondent and unsure of the reason she was left at the orphanage's doorstep when she was just a babe. At least she was able to relate to the other children somewhat and it did help for a time, yet there was still a general feeling that she was lacking something some of the others didn't. Namely, she didn't really have any passions or interest in things, which the matrons noticed once it started affecting her appetite. That was until she had finally discovered her passion and true calling however..

## Description

Evette, or what she prefers to be called, Dazzle, is a lithe woman with bright blue eyes that contrast with her very exaggerated red and white makeup. She is never seen without her face done in her typical fashion, a pale white base and very bright red lips that extend outwards far from the corners of her lips. Her nose is similarly painted on red, along with heavy eyeliner that has slits down the center starting from her forehead down to her cheeks. She styles her silvery hair in a exaggerated ox-horn style as she prefers it to not get in the way much and likes the way it adds to her makeup. Her hands are almost always gloved, due to the numerous little nicks and scars she has accrued over the years.

## Personality

Dazzle is very cheerful and carefree, almost excessively so even when she isn't performing. She tends to not take anything or anyone seriously and doesn't like being told what to do. While she may not particularly care about or even take note of the consequences of her actions, she can't stop herself from repeating similar mistakes and being the center of attention even if she wanted to.

## Background

### Childhood

Having to grow up in an orphanage wasn't the easiest thing for Evette, though it could have been much worse all things considered. At least she *had* somewhere to stay at all, some kids couldn't say that. But despite that, she was often melancholic, and her main 'hobby' was sighing and staring out the large windows of the orphanage to watch the bustling streets down below. She would make up little stories in her head about the people she'd see to keep herself entertained, and the ones that showed up everyday were her favorite. One day she saw someone putting up a poster however, advertising that a traveling circus was visiting for a weekend. Evette was curious more than anything, but didn't have any particular interest since she didn't know what a circus was exactly.

A few days had passed since she saw that advertisement, when she overheard some of the other kids talking about how the matrons were going to take them on a little outing to see the circus since they had been asking for it nearly nonstop. Evette decided to tag along, if only to get out of the place and find out what this event even was. She lagged behind the other children and wasn't all too impressed until she caught something out of the corner of her eye, namely some more extreme performers. The young girl broke away from the pack who was amused with the animals and food stalls, heading over to the fire-eaters and sword swallowers. Evette was in awe at the sights of these performances, her eyes aglow while she took in the bright makeup and exaggerated looks, wondering how a world like this existed all this time.

Evette took that experience with her, until it practically consumed her entire life. She would dream about it in her sleep and during her waking hours she'd draw and color clowns and performers of all kinds, even sneaking into the matron's quarters for makeup to try her hand at doing her own, though it was very very crude. It wasn't unusual for her to be punished for these actions and sent to her room, but it didn't bother her all that much, she had started making up her mind then.. And at the age of fourteen she decided to run away to the circus the one weekend it came rolling by again. And hiding in an empty crate she had accomplished just that.

### Life in the circus

The performers hadn't realized she snuck aboard until they had already departed and by then there was little they could do once the troupe was on the road. They considered bringing her back to Stormwind but the young girl's insistence that she had nowhere else to return to and that she wanted to be here gave them much to think about. Eventually they caved and allowed her to stay however there was a caveat - This was no charity and she'd have to do her part and work for the troupe same as anyone else.

Evette would spend those early years working stands and cleaning out the animal pens which wasn't something she particularly enjoyed, but it wasn't as if the older troupe members would let her do more extreme things and perform. But that wouldn't stop her from taking it upon herself, observing the others from the shadows after her tasks were done to try and settle on what she wanted to become. A fire eater? Hmm.. No maybe not, perhaps an acrobat? She couldn't really decide after all she had seen, there was just *far* too many options available to her! She'd have to give it more thought.

One day, as she was working one of the food stalls in a small town her troupe was visiting, she was handed a knife and told to cut small strips of dough to fry up. She did just that but she loved the way the knife felt in her hands then, in awe for a moment before some of the hot frying oil leapt out of the pot to bite her hand, the heat pulling her back to reality but not without leaving a small, arrow-head shaped blotch between her left index finger and thumb. She carried on throughout the day but once the troupe was closing up for the day to pack up and move onto the next town, she stole that knife on her person and took it to her tent.

She spent the next few months toying with it and even attempting to throw it at one of the thicker wooden posts holding her tent up though she never once got the knife to fly right and stick, let alone fly accurately. But it didn't discourage her in the slightest, the feeling of that slight weight being released from her hand was incredible to her and over the course of the next few months, she'd steal a few more knives to practice with. By now she had discovered what she wanted to do. Evette would continue this way on her own while observing the troupe's performers in hopes of one day becoming an expert knife thrower.