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Female

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Asexual | Recipromantic | Panromantic

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Human

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Pistol

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B/4

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The Wheel of Fortune

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5'8

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145 lbs

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Raven

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Sky Blue

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Dark

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Eden is an unusual mix of ethnicities, creating a beautiful face and body to go against the rest of the dark, bloody world. A desert rose, you could say. Eden possesses naturally dark skin, contrasting her bright, sky-colored eyes that seem to be the center focus when talking to her. It is clear that her body was tailored to fit the role she took on when she was a teen, having a large chest, curves, and a wide hip, but there are other things about her physical appearance that are likable, such as her long legs, lean arms, or maybe her silky, long, raven-colored hair. She tries to accent other parts of her besides the sexual ones.

The type of outfits that Eden prefers to wear are ones that she enjoys. People call her out on not wanting to draw attention to sexual parts of her body but the tops, shorts, and dresses that she wears are just ones that she thinks looks nice, and that's it. Consider- why would a woman, who no longer wants anything to do with sex, try and attract attention to get sex? Exactly.

Eden has two piercings - one on each ear, and very small, trivial scars over her body, bearing no tattoos. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about her body is the fact that she's missing a leg, her right one, to be precise. It happened in an accident long ago, and she now has a decent prosthetic to replace it.

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Eden is a sharp shooter- having nearly perfect aim each time after studying her enemy for long enough

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▹ Flowers - They can be bright colors without blinding her, they smell beautiful, and they are soft to the touch. Gardenias are her favorite.
▹ Sounds - Eden has synesthesia, and is capable of seeing colors when certain noises are made, including people's voices. It's one reason why she enjoys singing or hearing music. She basically sees art every day.
▹ Stars - In Degluttait, the sky is now littered with stars everywhere, and when Eden can't sleep, she'll stay up all night just staring upwards.
▹ Her Brother - Some people fear North for the blood on his hands, but being his sister, one of the closest people to him, she knows he's not a bad person, and tries her best to make sure the others know this too.

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▸ Blood - Her hand have been stained too, with a blood that never washes off. Eden can see it on everyone's hands these days too.
▸ Killing - Life is precious, and killing should only be done when absolutely necessary.
▸ Sunlight - It's too bright, far too bright for her liking, and it's hot too.
▸ Being Disabled - In case no one knew, Eden is physically disabled - she had her leg amputated when she was a teenager, and now has a prosthetic that looks real enough, but is still capable of slowing her down in all and every ways.

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⌑ Singing - It starts with tapping, then with humming, until she's flat out singing in the middle of an empty room.
⌑ Observing - Eden is incredibly perceptive, and makes up for her lack in all other categories with her talent of being able to closely observe anything and everything she sees and memorize it.
⌑ Sharp Shooter - Eden's observing skills can be put to the test when she is told to fire her pistol at something. She'll often hit bullseye if she's been watching long enough.
⌑ Last Minute Hero - It's not exactly good, but at least you can count on her to save your life, even if it's at the very last minute. She's selfish in the sense that she'd leave someone to die, but selfless in the sense that when she comes back, at the very last second, she'd die for them.


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▣ Physically Disabled - Without her prosthetic leg, Eden can't do anything, she can't even walk.
▣ Mentally Unstable - Her past has scarred her with PTSD, and now it's taking a toll on her mental health as she's having difficulty knowing what's reality and what's not. Eden takes medications to try and calm down, but is sometimes unable to open it up without seeing illusions that could cause her to run out into the streets.
▣ Coward - Eden is a coward. She is no hero until the fight-or-flight response kicks in, but besides that, she's an absolute coward.
▣ Merciful - Life is precious. There's been enough senseless, mindless killing as it is, why do we need anymore? In a fight, Eden will never kill a human being - injure, perhaps, but never kill.

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✖ Injuries/Pain/Death - Who isn't? Only, Eden is absolutely terrified of getting hurt or dying. She'll do almost anything to avoid putting herself in danger.
✖ Debt - Eden will not accept money, or anything, if she hadn't worked for it. She's afraid of debt biting back at her one day when she least expects it, no matter who's trying to give her the cash. It's an irrational fear that something will go wrong, and she'll be in the line of fire.
✖ Men - Not all men though. She's learned to grow attach to some, yes, but it takes a while. Eden is very... cautious, around them, because of her past incidents when she'd run into any on the streets. Especially men considerably larger or taller than her (which is the majority). The sheer size will cause her to shrink with fear, and it's not funny fear to laugh or giggle at. She can become absolutely terrified of a man if approach the wrong way.
✖ Closing Spaces - Commonly between people. If someone gets too close to her, physically, whether it be a man or woman, she'll snap, doing something as reckless and mindless as biting their hand sometimes. Cornering her is the problem she's most afraid of.
✖ Being Alone -If she's alone, that means there's an opening for her and them to kill her. There's no one around to stop them. The illusions are prone to showing up when she's alone, and honestly Eden would irritate the hell out of someone just to be five feet next to them, because at least if she tried to kill herself, someone would be there to stop her.
✖ Ghosts - Ghosts of the past to be specific. She can still see the zombies walking up to her, caressing her in her sleep and whispering horrid sweet nonsense in her ears whenever she's alone. Their breath brushes against her shoulders... their steps inching closer and closer... One day, they'll finally get her.

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With no father and having been thrown on the streets by their mother, Eden and North had to grow up in the dirt and trash. Who was her father? She never knew. Who was her mother? She has no face to remember, only this large woman one day bringing them to a small alleyway and letting go of her hand forever, not even looking back as she walked away with two nicely-dressed men. These two children were dirty and frail, children who'd do anything to escape their cruel life, and Eden one day decided to change things when she became a teenager. The moment she felt ready, after having spent months to prepare mentally and physically, she sold herself to a life of prostitution. At least then, maybe she'd earn enough so the two wouldn't have to dig through the trashcans. But that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want that. God was she so wrong.

It was hell.

Life was hell from that point on. She had to leave North most of the time, not wanting him to see what she was doing as 'honest work' to supply for the two of him. North, being deaf, couldn't do anything. He wouldn't be hired and communication was rare since so few knew sign language, and so few bothered to learn. Eden wasn't educated enough to do anything either, but at least her body would make do for the type of 'honest work' she did. It was terrible, even more so since Eden was asexual. Her work was killing her on the inside, each day, each hour, each minute she had to put up with a man slamming into her from behind... was absolute hell. Sometimes, she would wish she had just died instead of doing something so terrible, but never gave in to the urge.

But it wasn't only mental scarring that came with the prostitution and occasional rape, but physical scarring as well. She was beaten if she didn't do a good job, slapped across the face, kicked in the stomach, hair ripped from her hair... she felt physical pain each day, coming back to her brother with hardly enough to buy a meal, bearing scars and bruises everywhere on her already weak body.

One of her most... frequent 'clients,' was a man she never knew the name of. He abused her daily, making her into his sex toy and beating her if she didn't obey and sometimes not even paying her. It wasn't just prostitution anymore, it became rape. He even went as far as taking her leg so she wouldn't be able to run away. Yes... her leg. One day she tried to refuse, she tried to run away from his large, grabbing hands, he had brought a few things: chloroform, weapons, and friends. That night was utter hell, the deepest layer, the worst feeling she had experienced in her whole life. She wanted to pass out, she wanted to black out, and at that time, she was trying everything she could in order to escape to die. The whole time, she was forced awake, forced to watch and feel the excruciating pain of her leg being removed. She remembered the laughter, the crazed men's expression, and that feeling, as if it was just yesterday.

... Disgusting.

The next day, she was just poured out onto the streets again, not with a bloody stump, hardly any energy, and the wanting to kill herself. She was lucky her older brother was there to keep her alive, and give her that little strength not to commit suicide.

But that client... he was the worst out of all those demons... the absolute worst... One day, she felt like she'd go insane if she let him do anything to her again. One day, she brought a knife with her, and once she started to get abused, she felt an anger she couldn't control and stabbed him right in the chest. He clawed at her skin, blood pouring from his chest, trying to reach for her eyes, blind her maybe, but Eden backed away. Her hand touched a gun, and in the heat of the moment, seeing this zombie slowly crawling towards her, fired a bullet right between his eyes.

The image never left her, even after North found his own job amongst the Tarots and took her with him. At least she'd leave the life of a prostitute, though this was not much better... but she was with her brother, in a safer environment. Still... that image... that face... that feeling... it won't leave her mind. Sometimes, she feels the need to be alone, to finally let go, but there are things - people - in that horrifying city that she can't seem to leave. Eden's only told a few people pieces of her story, and even less the full story, and as much as she feels the need to pour it out, get it away from her, release it into the city full of the other toxins, she has trouble doing so, causing this ugly internal conflict that's slowly eating herself alive.

She's even shot her brother once, because instead of seeing him trying to comfort her, she saw that rapist's familiar hands reaching out for her face. The bullet wound is still visible on his body amongst other scars, and to this day, she still fears that one day she'll pull the trigged on someone else, and end up killing someone she loves instead of the godforsaken illusion. The few medications she has are unable to do very much besides postponing the day she finally ends up-

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Best not to tell. She keeps this quiet from the others. The medications are a secret.

Best not to tell. Don't tell anyone. If she does, he'll come back and kill them all.

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Good Example of what her hallucinations from PTSD are like
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