Eveandrin, once an elf, now stands as a testament to the cruel ambitions of those who dared to tamper with nature's design. His transformation into a Simic Hybrid has left him with a body that is both a marvel and a horror. His skin, a striking blue that fades into a vivid yellow, is adorned with the patterns reminiscent of a poison dart frog. His eyes, solid black, hold a depth of sorrow and rage. From his back, a series of plated spines extend, seamlessly connecting to a pangolin tail, offering both defense and a haunting reminder of his altered state. His body, composed of multiple insect or reptilian-like plates, speaks of the many creatures fused into his being. His legs and feet, wolf-like with sharp claws, enable him swift movement, while one of his arms, grotesquely enlarged, ends in claws as deadly as they are intimidating. Jutting from his enlarged arm and legs are snapped bones, which he can wield as weapons in his desperate struggle for freedom.

Captured and subjected to experiments meant to forge him into a living weapon, Eveandrin's past as an elf is a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain and loss of his transformation. Alongside others who suffered the same fate, he escaped the confines of his tormentors. Now, he roams the world, seeking a place where he and his fellow escapees can find solace and perhaps reverse the horrors inflicted upon them. Yet, the world fears and hunts them, seeing only the monstrous exterior rather than the beings trapped within.

Eveandrin's unique quirk is his habit of humming a soft, melancholic tune from his elven youth, a stark contrast to his fearsome appearance. It's a whisper of hope and memory, a reminder of the life he once led. As he navigates this world, his journey is fraught with conflict - the internal battle to retain his sense of self amidst the beast he's become, and the external struggle against those who would see him and his kind destroyed. His story is one of resilience, of searching for a cure and a home, in a world that has turned against him.