Eobara Jane Thawne

There's a Garrick on my World..... Fucking Bitch...

Everyone wants to punch a Thawne eventually.

I feel like I'm being interrogated.... I'd be mad if it weren't for these fries.

*A shiver ran down Eobara's spine as she lowered her pen, looking at her hotel window. She left her bed, several pages of her notes falling to the floor as she walked closer towards the glass pane.* ....Wow...

*The zipper of the duffle bag was nearly torn off as Eobara went for her personal project. The Speedster Gun began to glow as she stood up, checking the weapon one last time before resting it against her shoulder.* ....

Better now than never... *Eobara adjusted her ring before grabbing her duffle bag, exiting her motel room in a blur of red. Seconds later the suited Speedster stood in the middle of a field, dropping her bag as she held a hand out.* ...Bastard actually did it...I'm impressed.

Daaaaamn.....

I don't blame you. He's a waste of skin and bones and he's given me a bad rep from the start. Not /all/ Thawnes are bad...

Smarter, faster, better looking... not as sadistic... You won't have to worry about me, Sweetie.

We share a last name and somewhat similar goals, but I'm not him. I'm better...

Realizing who you just got a complement from?

Cuter than most too...

Hunter Zolomon is a wannabe Professor Zoom and Eobard Thawne can rot in Hell while being penetrated by a Pineapple covered in poison....

Lucky gal.

Zolomon or Thawne?

*The barrel of the Speedster Gun burned bright red, Eobara lowering her weapon as she walked over towards the currently frozen group of men and women. She nodded as she saw they were still moving, even though it seemed they were statues.* Sorry, it's still a work in progress.

Sad...

*Eobara sat against her latest project, raising her bottle of beer to a blueprint on the wall before her.* Soon, I'll be free from all of this...and from him...

Another from Earth 11....

Not a Speedster?