Eden

Ex-Cop - After a particularly rough night on the job that ended up with her being on the rotten end of a hostage situation, Eden took a little time off from the force. When she decided it was time to come back, the shrink refused to clear her as mentally stable enough to return because she hadn't attended any of the required therapy sessions. There was a big to-do, and she ended up retiring from the force entirely.

Security Company - It took a year and a half to get off the ground, but Eden decided to use her experience and knowledge to start a private company that works in security and investigations. It's a little different than most 'private investigation' firms as they work closer to the clients, and provide security at the same time. They tend to work on location, rather than in an exploratory function, though functionally can do either, if needed.

Firearms - Despite being new to town, anyone who frequents the gun range(s) would have already seen her face quite a bit. Eden is a big fan of firearms and has quite a collection, ranging from new to antiques. She not only collects them, but shoots as well. She was top of the class in the academy and remains quite the sharp shooter.

Ex-Military - Two years active duty Army, 6 years IRR. If you ask her, the 6 years don't count.

Drinking and Drugs - They're only a problem if you let them be a problem.

The only girl in a family of four kids, all of them growing up to cops, it was never a question what Eden was going to do when she grew up. Anything else.

But like any girl with a bunch of brothers who wouldn't let her be one of the boys, she was determined to prove her worth. At eighteen she joined the military right out of high school. She served a two year Army contract, knowing the next six years would be spent in IRR. As soon as she was out, she was able to take the police exam early. The schooling, the tests, everything was completed by the time her twenty-first birthday came around. A few days after her birthday, she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a NYPD officer.

Women in the police force isn't such a surprise anymore, but Eden isn't exactly a power house. She can keep up with the physical demands, and she's fairly athletic. But where she truly shines bright is with a firearm. Of all her military training, that's what she picked up the fastest, and she had a tiny handful of medals to prove it. It became a game at the range to see which officers could outshoot her. It was rare when they could.

For a handful of years, it was exactly everything she dreamed of, until a hostage situation turned ugly and it was Eden that ended up in a choke hold and on the wrong side of the gun. All the negotiation techniques had failed and she was sure that this was going to be the end. His finger was trembling on the trigger. She felt something building up inside of her, just willing for the situation to be over with, just wanting to live to see another day. The energy trembled through her body and discharged out through her hands and back, jolting through man that held her in the headlock. It was only for a few second, but the power of it was enough to send his body to the floor a few seconds later. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was already dead from the heart attack it had caused.

The onlookers would say it was clearly karma. But Eden knew the truth. She did that. Somehow. Shock, they said. You can't control acts of God. Survivor's guilt, she has to take a break. It's important after a situation like that. So she took a break to try to understand what had happened, to see if she could make stuff happen again. Relief came in the bottom of bottles, both alcohol and pill form.

Eventually, she was able to make things move again. Only small things. But now Eden knew that she wasn't crazy. Only, she was, because it didn't matter who she showed, because they all forgot about it. They'd watch, react, then forget. Maybe she was mad. Therapy couldn't help if nobody could believe her. When she just wanted to get back to work, the shrink wouldn't let her back without the therapy. There was a lot of fighting. She had a choice, retire under her own free will, or be declared unfit for duty. So retirement under good graces it was.

Bitter and angry, falling deeper into the bottle, Eden decided to start trying to see if there were others around who did believe. She took to the roads, researching people and places with any hint of power. It led her to a lot of circuses and a lot of dead ends. But every now and then she would find someone with a piece of information that was actually useful. Not much, but threads. Enough to learn to harness her talents and use them properly. How not to gain too much attention. Why people who don't Shine can't see what's happening, and couldn't understand. Now Eden finally began to get it. At twenty-seven things started to piece back together.

That's when Talon began. A security and investigation company that works with clients in their homes and businesses to help stop thefts before they happen. Or to secure items and people during more vulnerable times. They do regular investigations as well, but less regularly.

All of her searching and curiosity seems to have finally drawn Eden and company towards Gray Harbor. Who knows what she'll find here.

Eden is five foot five with fair skin complimented by dark brown hair, and dark, almond shaped eyes. Her skin is brushed with an occasional scar that there is no attempt to hide or shy away from.

She can normally be found in a pair of form fitted jeans with a boot cut, over a pair of steel toed work boots or sneakers. On top is either a snarky t-shirt, or a ribbed tank top and a leather jacket over top.