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Name Eva. Named by Isabel - her programmer's daughter - after her deceased mother: Evelyn.
Faction Anti-virus.
Class Protector.
Origin & Reason for Creation When Albert first started working on his anti-virus programme he was coding for an Attacker; however, after Evelyn passed away he changed his stance on the matter. Rather than creating something to eradicate the pestilence blighting the virtual world, he would rather code something that would be less destructive and more aimed at keeping others safe; something about a programme that his daughter had named after his wife being conceived as ‘aggressive’ certainly didn’t sit well with him. Thus he rewrote a large portion of his coding to change the anti-virus to a Protector. Now Eva’s primary purpose is to defend her companions so that they can focus fully upon destroying malware without fear of getting badly damaged themselves. However, Eva’s violent attitude towards malware and passionate feelings towards their destruction can perhaps be attributed to this swap from being an Attacker to a Protector.

Personality Vibrant, cutesy, leader, pushy, extremely xenophobic towards malware, violent.
"Hehe, you want to know about me? Well first things first my name is Eva and I’m a Protector anti-virus for Coretech! Personally I think I’m pretty nice. I have loads of friends on the server and we’re always talking and doing things together. Even the older anti-viruses like me and take time out of their busy busy schedules to talk to me~ One day I’ll be upgraded like them and I’ll make sure that I’m just as nice to all the younger programmes and they’ll all want to talk to me and hear about everything I do because I’m going to be one of the best Protectors around – I just know it! Berty tells me that I’ll be the best all the time and Berty is never wrong about anything. Just you see, I’ll be the leader of the number one team. If you want to know what I like, well... Cute things like kittens, those tiny little tree frogs with bright colours, and flowers! (Did you see? I have a flower in my hair. Izzy told Berty to put that in there, it’s so pretty. Izzy is Berty’s daughter and my friend – she picked my name as well as helping with what I looked like. When I’m upgraded Izzy and I are going to be best friends outside of the server and I can put flowers in her hair too. She has shiny golden hair, not like mine... But I bet she'll be just as cute!) What don’t I like? Malware. Malware are disgusting and shouldn't even exist! That’s why anti-virus like me are so good – we crush dirty little programmes and make sure that they can’t come back and cause trouble... Once Izzy asked me why malware were so bad and why we couldn’t just make friends: I didn’t know what to say at first – Izzy isn’t stupid but that was such a dumb question – I had to explain that Malware can’t be our friends because they’re below us. Like I said, they shouldn't exist and all they do it cause trouble. I can’t wait to be all grown up so that I can help get rid of them! I keep asking Berty when I can go out and help delete some but he thinks I’m not ready... One day soon I will be though! I know I can’t actually hurt them by myself, but all my friends will need me to make sure they don’t get hurt and make it possible for them to do the job, so technically all the little bugs that they crush will be partly down to my good work. Like I said, I’m going to be the best. ♥"

A wooden box sits on Albert's bedside table... Opening the lid reveals a collection of what at first appear to be random scraps of paper and various little knick-knacks. A little pinkish shell sits on top of a faded photograph of two youthful smiling faces, there's a spindle of thread, a snippet of cloth, a dummy: all nestled in the various sheets of white paper. A real treasure trove of meaningless oddities which somehow manage to radiate a life's worth of memories. Curious you pick up one scrap of paper near the top. Evidently the hard pressed and childish writing on its surface has been read through a multitude of times due to the soft almost velvety feeling of the note belying years of repeated handling... Eyes skimming over the page you read...

Flicking through the first layer or so most of the letter you find are along the same lines... Cutesy puppy love encapsulated on the pages alongside mushy doodles and drawings. A page of names: Mr and Mrs Bishop. Evelyn Bishop... Initials locked together in the childish fashion of a heart shaped border. And yet as you fingers slip a little deeper the initial sickly sweetness of high school lovers is replaced by growing maturity. The loopy girly scrawl slims down, becomes carefully formed and precisely crafted figures... The pair are growing up together and yet their correspondence remains just as regular and committed.

The letters here are just as endearing as the high school ones but tend to be more diverse... Some are no more than little scrawls on the back of lecture notes – a hidden “I love you” amongst reams of coding – whilst others are several page essays, informing the recipient of everything they have been doing during their length separation... And yet... Even as your eyes casually skim over them barely reading past the first lines you can sense a growing tension: a sad note wavering underneath the bright pictures of parties and stupid drunken escapades occasionally slotted in with the writing... Then, like the solidification of this undertone one letter, water stained to the point some words are barely decipherable, marks a shattering crack in their perfect romance.

The letters underneath the tear stained paper seem to be written much later on (no confirmation of a break can be found - but no denial either) and once again happy smiling images of the couple, blooming into adulthood together, re-emerge. Most of these portals into Albert's past aren't so much the long informative or emotion charged scripts of the previous years... Tea stained notes and roughly scrawled words on the back of cinema tickets and receipts make up the most part of the busy collection. It's because of this kaleidoscope of flimsy snippets of the pair's life that the few solid founding stones written in precise measured font stick out...

Evidently there’s been less letter writing between the two after they’ve tied the knot, suggesting more of a settled and together life. However the bottom on the wooden memory box can now be seen peeping out from beneath a couple of aeroplane tickets – from London to Antarctica – and a birth certificate pronouncing that Isabel Olivia Bishop was born to Evelyn and Albert Bishop on the 24th December 2134... However, the approaching end does not feel natural to you. With a new life being brought into the world by the pair one would expect a how new layer of memories: brightly and crudely painted baby pictures, images of Isabel’s first steps, first tooth, a multitude of firsts ready to be tucked away in the treasure trove. Thus it is with an impending air of solemnity that you read the very bottom-most letter.