Eden Scott

[Eden Scott]

E . D . E . N....S . C . O . T . T


p.b. :: Rhona Mitra
player :: Kyra

NAME :: Eden Scott
CODENAME :: Mirage
AGE :: 29
SEX :: Female.
RACE :: Caucasian.
HAIR :: Dark Brown
EYES :: Brown
HEIGHT :: 5'7"
WEIGHT :: 129 lbs.
STATUS :: Single.
PLACE OF BIRTH :: Unknown.
RELATIONS :: Father - William Scott
PROFESSION :: Infiltrator
SPECIALTIES :: Espionage and infiltration tactics, hand-to-hand combat
WEAPONS :: Modified Walther P38 pistol, Beretta 92FS pistol, S&W auto switchblade

PERSONALITY :: Eden tends to be all business. The type to do things quickly, smoothly and quietly, she can get edgy when things don't go her way or something interferes with her plans. But she's not always a working stiff- there's a smiling and joking woman in there somewhere if she chooses to show that side. Usually she finds she has no reason to.

"Scott! Scott, let's go! We gotta get out of here, this place is overrun!" He heard the voice through the comm. What was to be a simple mission to offer assistance to this small Outcast settlement turned into a bloodbath...and then a massacre when the Infected came. He could hear them outside now- clawing their way in, pounding against the meekly fortified walls in search of their fleshy meals.
They had stayed too long. They should have left hours before the sun went down. Yet despite the approaching danger, he still found himself moving deeper into the building, into the darkness with only that small flashlight to guide his way. He stepped carefully and quietly over fallen debris and dead bodies, struggling to keep his breathing steady.
"Will, can you hear me! We have to go!" came the voice of his comrade again. Then he heard it- the soft shuffling of feet and whimpering cries. He could feel his heart climbing up his throat as he paused, only now coming to fully realize how foolish of an idea this was. But it was as if he knew he had to press on, or perhaps it was the fact that he desired so much to at least know one person survived this whole ordeal. That this entire situation wasn't for nothing.
Slowly he rounded the corner, lowering the sight of his rifle...and there she was. She couldn't have been any older than four, huddled up in the corner with the very definition of fear painted over dirt-smudged features. He slung his weapon over his shoulder to hold his hands out in a peaceful gesture as he'd crouch down before her.
"Hey...Hey, it's alright. I'm here to help. I'm going to get you out of here," he spoke to her as gently as he could, coaxing her to stand on her feet. He smiled faintly, but warmly to try and ease her worry and maybe his own also.

"Well, aren't you a little Garden of Eden in this Hell."

Sergeant William Scott adopted the young child he found that day and gave her the name Eden, for she wouldn't speak or even acknowledge that she already had one. But as time passed, she became more lively and willingly accepted William as her father, doing anything she could to be just like him and make him proud.
Thus, once she was old enough, she found herself joining his line of work, fitting perfectly into the infiltration unit and desiring to prove her worth there. Eden proved she had the skills for the job and a proper work ethic, however, it seemed that was all her life would be.
She had no other purpose in life but her job and her now-retired father, even more so after the death of her partner during a past mission- a reason why she insists on working alone. Doing a job by oneself was easier...You didn't have to watch anyone's back but your own and things could be done your way. That worked well enough for Eden.