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NAME: Kira
AGE: 23
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CHARACTER
NAME: Eden McCain (actually, it's Sarah Samantha Ellis, but you don't need to know that)
FANDOM: Heroes
AGE: 23
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): Neutral
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Vocal Persuasion
PERSONALITY: After years of surviving in the streets of LA, Eden has developed a hard shell which masks much of her interactions with the people around her. She has a hard time trusting people initially especially if they give her little reason to, but once that shell is stripped away, the person that is behind all of that is a firecracker of a woman, sweet and spicy in the same breath. She has the capacity for great compassion and consideration when her heart is fully open, but after so many betrayals and so much hurt, if anyone dares to cross her or give her a reason to hate them, it is rare that she is willing to let that go no matter how good they might have been to her once. More than anything, despite all of the bad things that she has done in her life, Eden is ultimately a good person.
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: Eden remembers her early childhood as being quite happy. Rebecca and Martin Ellis were wonderful parents, and they encouraged their daughter, Sarah, as she grew and learned with each passing day. But when Rebecca was killed in a car wreck when Eden was five year old, things feel apart. Martin was able to keep himself together for a few years, caring for his daughter the best way that he knew how. But eventually, he ended up falling into the habit of drinking late at night to erase the emptiness that he felt having lost the woman that he loved.
When Eden was seven, Martin met someone, someone that he got along with at first, who made him feel...well, not exactly the same as Rebecca had, but she made things easier to bear. With his daughter so close to a time when he knew that she would need a woman around to help her, Martin rushed into marriage. By the time that Eden was eight, she was part of a family that had been thrown together to simply try and repair cracks that couldn't be fixed. And things ended up going sour fast.
Eden, then Sarah, got used to listening to constant bickering. A girl who had once been outspoken and playful turned inward becoming sullen and withdrawn. She tried her best to block out what was going on around her, sitting silently in the midst of the shouting saying nothing to try and stop it, nothing to try and calm either of their tempers. The shouting became the norm, and Eden had gotten used to blocking it out.
One evening, however, Eden heard the door slam and turned around to find that her father had gone. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, for him to leave for a few hours and then come back drunk, but he didn't come back that night, or any other night.
Her stepmother blamed her for his having left, and Eden couldn't help but think she was right.
Not telling someone to stay is just like telling someone to go.
Eventually, Eden began to believe that maybe if she worked hard enough, put enough effort into all the things that her stepmother was making her do, she would finally be good enough for him.
Maybe if it's perfect. Maybe then he'll come back.
All she wanted was for him to come home. As selfish a thought as it was, when he was around, her stepmother just ignored her rather than abused her like this.
Eden wasn't sure exactly how many years it was that she took the abuse without complaint. Her birthday was no longer celebrated, and after the first few years, it had gotten to the point that she didn't even remember it had passed into several weeks after the fact. If she thought really hard, she'd be able to tell you that it was some time after her sixteen before but not love before her seventeen that her voluntary vow of silence was violently broken.
It's just one of those things you say.
Eden admits that while she might have meant it in the 2.5 seconds that it took for the words to pass her lips, but as she heard the unusual vibrations in her voice and watched her stepmother crumple to the floor in a lifeless mass, regret was the only thing that she felt. She tried to take it back, tried hard to get her stepmother to wake up, to move when the lethal combination of shag carpeting, alcohol based cleaning products, and a discarded cigarette set their home ablaze. But there was nothing she could do when there was no one there to hear her.
Stumbling blindly into the night, Eden left her old life to burn brightly behind her and set out to start fresh. Sarah Ellis died in that fire, figuratively if not literally, and Eden McCain was born the second that she stepped into that stranger's car and set off west.
Sadly, the life that awaited a sixteen year old with no high school degree much less any other required paperwork for regular menial employment in LA wasn't exactly what Eden was hoping for. She worked for awhile as a waitress at first but getting paid two dollars an hour under the table with only tips to help pad her small income left her squatting in abandoned buildings. She had only been in the city for a few months when a man came around the buildings that the homeless like herself sheltered themselves. He was talking to the girls, runaways and orphans like herself, offering them a better place to stay and more substantial meals than what they were scraping together now.
While Eden knew that there had to be a catch, she was quite sick of being cold and hungry. She never meant to get herself wrapped up in a prostitution ring, but that was what happened. A frightened sixteen year old in such a profession usually ended in bad results, but usually, it was bad results for the sixteen year old...not the clients.
However, after several rather traumatizing months of being treated like an object rather than a person, Eden wasn't able to take it all in silence anymore. This was so much worse than having to listen to her parents fight. After a distressed shriek of 'Don't touch me!' during one session, however, Eden was surprised to watch the man grid to a halt and freeze in the position he was standing in. Curious about the reaction, Eden watched him for a long moment before attempting to tell him that he could move again. It didn't work the first few times that she tried until she ended up frustrated and forced the command.
Stumbling forward, the man faceplanted on the bed, whirling on Eden with wide eyes before backing as far away from her as possible. He wasn't the only one in this situation that was frightened, though. Eden had no idea what she was doing or how, but the only thing that her mind was processing through all of the adrenaline coursing through her system was that whatever it was, it could remove her from this situation quite easily.
It was so much easier being a hooker when you could get the guys to pay and leave without ever having to do anything for them.
And it was that much easier when the guy that was supposed to 'own' you could be bent to whatever whim you fancied.
By the time she was twenty, Eden had established herself on the LA crime scene. She'd only been arrested a few times, though, usually for things that were rather petty or in situations where the noise level was so high that nobody could hear what she was saying. She hadn't worked for anyone for quite some time. She hadn't needed to because being independent had worked out so much better.
Lying, cheating, stealing. It wasn't exactly the life she had hoped to live or much less wanted to live, but it was keeping her fed, alive, and entertained despite the fact that it was wholly unfulfilling.
It wasn't until, at twenty-three after a routine traffic stop in a stolen car, that she was knocked out, bound, gagged, and dragged to some place in Texas that she was offered a new lease on life, a chance to better herself, and to help people whose lives had been changed because of a power that they didn't understand.
She was reluctant, at first. It was hard to think that someone who pretty much kidnapped you did so to help, but once she got used to the new situation and started training, learning how to control her voice, her ability, and actually started to get to know the man who had kidnapped her, it was hard for her to imagine going back to what she had been.
But as things became more complicated, when the Company's uncertain morality and the attachments that she developed despite being warned against such things began to clash, she couldn't take it anymore. Despite having lived the majority of her life in a rather sketchy way, deep down, Eden preferred doing things for the right reasons.
Being unable to kill the man who had destroyed one of the few people who had ever truly cared for her and who had caused Mohinder such grief because of an order severed the finals loyalties that she had to the Company, loyalties that had started to slip when she had started to realize just how much they treated people to a means to an end.
When she had stepped into the cell, Eden had been expecting that it would be quick and painless. She could have done it an easier, just told him to die, but that would have hit far too close to home. In hindsight, she probably could have weathered the pain that it would have brought her. It would have been a hell of a lot less painful than flying through a glass wall.
PB: Nora Zehetner
JOURNAL USERNAME:east_of_eden
NAME: Kira
AGE: 23
E-MAIL: penofdl@gmail.com
AIM: peacekeeperdl
OOC JOURNAL:
kasterborousPREVIOUS RP EXPERIENCE:
CHARACTER
NAME: Eden McCain (actually, it's Sarah Samantha Ellis, but you don't need to know that)
FANDOM: Heroes
AGE: 23
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): Neutral
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Vocal Persuasion
PERSONALITY: After years of surviving in the streets of LA, Eden has developed a hard shell which masks much of her interactions with the people around her. She has a hard time trusting people initially especially if they give her little reason to, but once that shell is stripped away, the person that is behind all of that is a firecracker of a woman, sweet and spicy in the same breath. She has the capacity for great compassion and consideration when her heart is fully open, but after so many betrayals and so much hurt, if anyone dares to cross her or give her a reason to hate them, it is rare that she is willing to let that go no matter how good they might have been to her once. More than anything, despite all of the bad things that she has done in her life, Eden is ultimately a good person.
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: Eden remembers her early childhood as being quite happy. Rebecca and Martin Ellis were wonderful parents, and they encouraged their daughter, Sarah, as she grew and learned with each passing day. But when Rebecca was killed in a car wreck when Eden was five year old, things feel apart. Martin was able to keep himself together for a few years, caring for his daughter the best way that he knew how. But eventually, he ended up falling into the habit of drinking late at night to erase the emptiness that he felt having lost the woman that he loved.
When Eden was seven, Martin met someone, someone that he got along with at first, who made him feel...well, not exactly the same as Rebecca had, but she made things easier to bear. With his daughter so close to a time when he knew that she would need a woman around to help her, Martin rushed into marriage. By the time that Eden was eight, she was part of a family that had been thrown together to simply try and repair cracks that couldn't be fixed. And things ended up going sour fast.
Eden, then Sarah, got used to listening to constant bickering. A girl who had once been outspoken and playful turned inward becoming sullen and withdrawn. She tried her best to block out what was going on around her, sitting silently in the midst of the shouting saying nothing to try and stop it, nothing to try and calm either of their tempers. The shouting became the norm, and Eden had gotten used to blocking it out.
One evening, however, Eden heard the door slam and turned around to find that her father had gone. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, for him to leave for a few hours and then come back drunk, but he didn't come back that night, or any other night.
Her stepmother blamed her for his having left, and Eden couldn't help but think she was right.
Not telling someone to stay is just like telling someone to go.
Eventually, Eden began to believe that maybe if she worked hard enough, put enough effort into all the things that her stepmother was making her do, she would finally be good enough for him.
Maybe if it's perfect. Maybe then he'll come back.
All she wanted was for him to come home. As selfish a thought as it was, when he was around, her stepmother just ignored her rather than abused her like this.
Eden wasn't sure exactly how many years it was that she took the abuse without complaint. Her birthday was no longer celebrated, and after the first few years, it had gotten to the point that she didn't even remember it had passed into several weeks after the fact. If she thought really hard, she'd be able to tell you that it was some time after her sixteen before but not love before her seventeen that her voluntary vow of silence was violently broken.
It's just one of those things you say.
Eden admits that while she might have meant it in the 2.5 seconds that it took for the words to pass her lips, but as she heard the unusual vibrations in her voice and watched her stepmother crumple to the floor in a lifeless mass, regret was the only thing that she felt. She tried to take it back, tried hard to get her stepmother to wake up, to move when the lethal combination of shag carpeting, alcohol based cleaning products, and a discarded cigarette set their home ablaze. But there was nothing she could do when there was no one there to hear her.
Stumbling blindly into the night, Eden left her old life to burn brightly behind her and set out to start fresh. Sarah Ellis died in that fire, figuratively if not literally, and Eden McCain was born the second that she stepped into that stranger's car and set off west.
Sadly, the life that awaited a sixteen year old with no high school degree much less any other required paperwork for regular menial employment in LA wasn't exactly what Eden was hoping for. She worked for awhile as a waitress at first but getting paid two dollars an hour under the table with only tips to help pad her small income left her squatting in abandoned buildings. She had only been in the city for a few months when a man came around the buildings that the homeless like herself sheltered themselves. He was talking to the girls, runaways and orphans like herself, offering them a better place to stay and more substantial meals than what they were scraping together now.
While Eden knew that there had to be a catch, she was quite sick of being cold and hungry. She never meant to get herself wrapped up in a prostitution ring, but that was what happened. A frightened sixteen year old in such a profession usually ended in bad results, but usually, it was bad results for the sixteen year old...not the clients.
However, after several rather traumatizing months of being treated like an object rather than a person, Eden wasn't able to take it all in silence anymore. This was so much worse than having to listen to her parents fight. After a distressed shriek of 'Don't touch me!' during one session, however, Eden was surprised to watch the man grid to a halt and freeze in the position he was standing in. Curious about the reaction, Eden watched him for a long moment before attempting to tell him that he could move again. It didn't work the first few times that she tried until she ended up frustrated and forced the command.
Stumbling forward, the man faceplanted on the bed, whirling on Eden with wide eyes before backing as far away from her as possible. He wasn't the only one in this situation that was frightened, though. Eden had no idea what she was doing or how, but the only thing that her mind was processing through all of the adrenaline coursing through her system was that whatever it was, it could remove her from this situation quite easily.
It was so much easier being a hooker when you could get the guys to pay and leave without ever having to do anything for them.
And it was that much easier when the guy that was supposed to 'own' you could be bent to whatever whim you fancied.
By the time she was twenty, Eden had established herself on the LA crime scene. She'd only been arrested a few times, though, usually for things that were rather petty or in situations where the noise level was so high that nobody could hear what she was saying. She hadn't worked for anyone for quite some time. She hadn't needed to because being independent had worked out so much better.
Lying, cheating, stealing. It wasn't exactly the life she had hoped to live or much less wanted to live, but it was keeping her fed, alive, and entertained despite the fact that it was wholly unfulfilling.
It wasn't until, at twenty-three after a routine traffic stop in a stolen car, that she was knocked out, bound, gagged, and dragged to some place in Texas that she was offered a new lease on life, a chance to better herself, and to help people whose lives had been changed because of a power that they didn't understand.
She was reluctant, at first. It was hard to think that someone who pretty much kidnapped you did so to help, but once she got used to the new situation and started training, learning how to control her voice, her ability, and actually started to get to know the man who had kidnapped her, it was hard for her to imagine going back to what she had been.
But as things became more complicated, when the Company's uncertain morality and the attachments that she developed despite being warned against such things began to clash, she couldn't take it anymore. Despite having lived the majority of her life in a rather sketchy way, deep down, Eden preferred doing things for the right reasons.
Being unable to kill the man who had destroyed one of the few people who had ever truly cared for her and who had caused Mohinder such grief because of an order severed the finals loyalties that she had to the Company, loyalties that had started to slip when she had started to realize just how much they treated people to a means to an end.
When she had stepped into the cell, Eden had been expecting that it would be quick and painless. She could have done it an easier, just told him to die, but that would have hit far too close to home. In hindsight, she probably could have weathered the pain that it would have brought her. It would have been a hell of a lot less painful than flying through a glass wall.
PB: Nora Zehetner
JOURNAL USERNAME:
east_of_eden