Evelyn "Mysth" Jones

A Brief History
Evelyn grew up in a childhood filled with adventure, mystery, and a passion for history. Most of her adventures were of the kind where a cardboard box on a blue blanket was an ocean voyage and a stuffed unicorn was her first mate, despite her younger brother's protests that he wanted to come along, too. Cold Canadian winters and only three TV channels made for plenty of long hours to fill with imaginary adventures and endless book reading. Her father had been a high-school history teacher back in those years, and so he often took them on adventures to the ruins of Rome or the canals of Venice through picture books and slide shows. These were some of her fondest memories as she grew older and pondered her course in life, imagining an adventure-filled future such as Indiana Jones had. But eventually she came to understand that she couldn't live a movie when she grew up. A dregree in anthropology was only useful if you wanted to teach anthropology, as she was often told. So she chose a different path. As she began to embark on adulthood, Evelyn fell madly in love with her very first college sweetheart and they married after finishing school, enjoying a life full of the excitement and trials young couples usually face as they start out in life together. A big mortgage on a small home, car payments, the daily grind of working to pay their bills, a puppy, and the anticipation of starting a family was the focus of her world. But in a tragic turn of events, her happy life was shattered as a car accident took her husband from her a few years later. It's the kind of thing you never want to think about yet can so easily happen... he left one morning for work and never came back. She sold their home and possessions, trying to hide from her happy memories and survive the emptiness. Over time and with the support of family and friends, she was able to find some measure of acceptance that she could go on and that she would be okay. But there was still a part of her that was restless and had a gaping hole looking to be filled. And then the bee happened. Suddenly she found herself manifesting supernatural powers that ran wild. Her initial instinct was to crawl into her shell of misery as whatever Deity was out there tried to break her again. The powers consumed her and burned her from the inside out, leaving her too exhausted emotionally and physically to cope. In a moment of desperation, she willed it all to stop, and for a flicker it did. That was when she realized if she didn't control these powers, they would continue to control her. And she could control them.