((So apparently a few people are a bit peeved at me for being so sexual with Evelynn. Which is fine; I probably was being a bit too sexual. Let's start over, then. I'm not going to do a complete turnaround with Evelynn, but a fresh start feels like it's in order. So let's say all of her interactions and friendships are still present, but she was less sexual in obtaining them.
Also, this column is going to be primarily that: A column. I will RP in other threads, but I want to keep this one as on-track as possible. Thank you for your understanding.))
Evelynn reclined in an elegant red velvet sofa, wearing a cummerbund and a smoking jacket. In one hand was a book -- 50 Shades of Gray. In the other, a gem-encrusted goblet which she periodically drank from.
The camera panned in slowly, stopping just close enough that the glint of her fangs caught the light from the nearby hearth. "Ah, greetings. Welcome to my home. My name is Evelynn, and like so many other champions of the League of Legends, I will be answering questions as asked by you, the reader."
Evelynn took another drink from her goblet, then turned her attention toward a scream just off-screen. She frowned and a tendril of shadow whipped from her wrist. A wet squelching noise and gurgling punctuated a sound not unlike a sword piercing a watermelon.
"Don't mind him. He's a little torn up right now." Evelynn laughed uproariously at her own joke, slapping her knee for emphasis. "Anyway, ask your questions, and thank whatever god you pray to that I'm not present for the reply. Ta-ta!"
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