Eve can create and destroy Ivory at will. She is a statue, and thus she is very durable. She can also make attachments to herself out of ivory, though it's rather rare and only in close combat she does this. Through these methods, she attacks through brute force. Needless to say, she has a lot of that. If she is out of energy, her last resort is a suicide bomb. Not actual suicide but she launches herself at her opponent with the last of her energy and ferociously attacks them. This usually results in much pain.

Eve is extremely slow. She is, after all, made out of ivory. When Eve adds attachments to her body, anything that happens to those attachments happen to her. If she were to give herself a unicorn horn, for example, she would feel immense pain should it be snapped off. Even though she is a statue, she can die. When she does, she returns to her statue form. She cannot be revived or even healed in this form, and will remain a statue forever. One more weakness is her powers take a lot of energy. One pillar takes about 2% of her total energy for the hour.

Eve is very blank. Always in a daze, she does not notice her surroundings often unless she is alert. Other than that, shes a clean slate, someone easily manipulated and new to this world. Her daze can vary her emotions, and its the only way she feels emotions. Although the daze always makes her do something different, it still will follow her memories and gives her a bit of personality. (More will be added later with further character development.)

Eve is a 5'2" gladiator, that is a cream figure with a few streaks of brown all over. She is slightly shiny, and her eyes are glowy balls of energy, taking a solid form of two large, turquoise eyes. The usual body attachment is a curved, smooth tusk of ivory that connects to her elbows. She sometimes wears a bracelet, but it’s an insignificant Pikachu one.

Light.
White.
Blur.
Darkness.
As the statue looked around, it’s vision blurred, it’s thoughts swarmed. “Who am I, what am I, who are you?” The statue tried to say. The scientist, wide-eyed, stared. Silent, the man was. Loud, the statue was, as it opened its mouth and began speaking. “Who am I, what am I, and who are you?” It said. The scientist began writing down things, and held up the note.
“I am Sir. You are alive. And you are Eve.”

Eve looked around, her neck making a strange noise as she did. She cried out in pain, as she began moving and cried more as she cried. The scientist stared at her, ever silent. “Why am I here?” Eve managed out. “What is this place? How am I speaking?” She yelled. After a while, Eve began getting used to it, and after an hour or so, the pain stopped. It no longer hurt. Her expression lessened. She exited the little test tube, and began trying to control her limbs. Light blinded Eve, as she fumbled around and broke things.

Broke a few too many things. Broke a lot to many things. Broke nearly all of the things.

“No no no, not that!” The scientist, now fully in realization of what he had done. He created a monster. A fully conscious, ready-to-rebel monster. He fumbled, trying to stop Eve, but her daze had begun controlling her mind, her smile slight and her eyes empty. The previous feeling vanished as whatever fluid or gas that turned her living faded. A blank slate now roaming and doing.

Once Eve was done and leaving the area, what was once a lab was now a mess. Every machine except for the Regenerator was shattered in her self-teaching. “What have I done,” The scientist whispered.

“What have I done?”

As Eve wandered the halls of the abandoned factory, she sighed. Though her mind was blank, and her personality was nearly non-existent, Eve wondered how her life had come to this. Her face became serene and empty once more as a grunt approached. She put her arm out, and rose it, motioning in a circular motion. Eve pointed right in front of her, and as the grunt approached, a pillar rose up and smashed him. Blood splattered over the floor, the pillar of glistening tan seemed to glow as the blood dripped down its sides. Eve continued walking, the bloodbath behind her, as her stride only broadened.

Later, Eve found another grunt. One with a gun. They shot at her and her arm flew up. A thin shield of Ivory, just an inch thick, rose from the ground and folded over, trapping the bullet. The grunt yelled something and called backup. The yelling continued until people began hearing them. Eve waited, as the lot of grunts poured in. She ran, rather slowly, and began thrusting her arm wildly. Sharp pillars flew wildly, stabbing multiple targets. Blood pooled into dents in the floor, puddles of blood scattered over the area. Eve panted, rather tired. The boss walked around the corner, cane in hand. He scowled.

Eve prepared herself, still exhausted. The boss ran towards her, shooting her with a minigun. Eve yelled in pain as a bullet flew through her arm, shards of sharp material lay on the ground. She scowled, and created a large tuck on her elbows. She pushed herself in a rather painful way by pushing herself towards the boss, and in a moment, she had a shattered elbow and a large, bloody corpse. Eve collapsed, creating cracks in her front.

And that was when she realized she should've brought the regenerator.

Example.