Perhaps not 'who am I?' but 'what?' might be the better question for my answer.
I was given the name 'Eve' by the one I came to know as God--for, in creating me, He believed me to be the first of my kind, a perfect amalgam of two life forces destined to remain in opposition. A creature of free will versus a creature of fate. The perfect evolutionary escape-route for two dying species.
A DNA string, acquired by accident, excavated from the wounded earth, and interwoven among the more familiar mortal strands. Trapped inside a vial of blue light, held aloft in His hand, then implanted in more wounded earth.
Human and angel, a new kind of kin, born of science, to confirm or shatter faith.
Just like this, two shards of self are now at war within my being:
Let's storm heaven together, find the throne room empty. The reason for my existence.
The blood in this body runs so cold; let me go back, let me go back... The curse of a seedling grown within a mortal mother, a woman who would never be given the free will to hold me, a woman fate would never allow me to love.
And yet, in creating me--part Child, part Fallen--man recreated himself, in his own image of God.
But my God is dead now. They came, as they always must, seeking the golden forbidden. And so our Eden crumbled away, falling into the sea. Now I walk the wastelands of the world, ever alone, yet seeking...
I would have chosen not 'Eve', but 'Lucifer'.