The product of natural selection and unnatural origins, Evie possesses a girl-next-door flawlessness to die for. Perfect skin. Perfect hair. Perfect body. Perfect teeth. Perfect smile. Perfect breasts. Only her eyes — lifeless and black as those of a shark — belie the wholesome image that Evie presents. Closer interaction reveals a certain social oddness which she blames on Asperger's Syndrome and a childhood spent being bounced from foster-family to foster-family. Evie usually wears darkly-colored, close-fitting clothing... collarless long-sleeved shirts, baggy high-waist skater jeans, all-purpose shitkicker boots, and an oversized baja pullover hoodie.