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In-game bio
Before applying to and graduating as a cadet from the Federal Navy Academy , Eva was just a normal student working on her undergrad in the Fine Arts. The change occurred as a result of a psychological programing experiment disguised as an elective psychology course. In taking it she, unknowingly, exposed herself to behavioral conditioning that altered her mental makeup and personality.
The graduation was with distinction, an honor for a Gallente pilot and a sign of recognized innate skill for flying starships. Her altered personality and mind had gone hand in hand with a fly girl’s mentality of engage, shoot, and destroy. The programming had become not so much an enhancement but an alteration of perception to how she saw the world. In part, it allowed her to process emotions differently in the heat of battle, improving her performance by prioritizing when and where she was allowed to feel them.
Eva in her current year ignores her skills as an artist though. Art is an expression of self and given the changes she’s been through, it is here that she sees those most of all. The clear blue skies she once sketched and painted had become dark hues of red for a setting sun. A pavilion known for its beauty and peace was plastered in foreboding shadows. Everything she made was different, darker, and more emotional than before but she had no idea why. Not knowing why you were suddenly different was a difficult concept for one’s mind, and much easier to ignore without things in your life that reminded you of it.
The graduation was with distinction, an honor for a Gallente pilot and a sign of recognized innate skill for flying starships. Her altered personality and mind had gone hand in hand with a fly girl’s mentality of engage, shoot, and destroy. The programming had become not so much an enhancement but an alteration of perception to how she saw the world. In part, it allowed her to process emotions differently in the heat of battle, improving her performance by prioritizing when and where she was allowed to feel them.
Eva in her current year ignores her skills as an artist though. Art is an expression of self and given the changes she’s been through, it is here that she sees those most of all. The clear blue skies she once sketched and painted had become dark hues of red for a setting sun. A pavilion known for its beauty and peace was plastered in foreboding shadows. Everything she made was different, darker, and more emotional than before but she had no idea why. Not knowing why you were suddenly different was a difficult concept for one’s mind, and much easier to ignore without things in your life that reminded you of it.