Name: Eden Marie Bishop
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
-- Razvan Bishop (father)
-- Felicity Bishop (mother)
---- Kaydin Bishop (brother)
---- Bailey Bishop (sister)
---- Akira Bishop (Sistrer)
---- Wrenn Bishop (brother)
---- Theon Bishop (brother)
-- Chris Vond (christianbenadict)
Eden would be best described as a workaholic, her life for the past five years has been dedicated to her career. She is driven by this need to prove herself. Not to anyone other than herself. Her past defined a lot of the person she is now. Though she can be incredibly kind, she is more often seen as cold and unfazed on the exterior. Aside from the few who have gotten to know her well and those that she works with, and aside from her angry outbursts due to being a lycan.
Though she has tried to uphold her old pack, to live as they did, somewhere along the line Eden changed and grew. She became her own person, finding who she wanted to be or at least she has started to. She is kind to others, and empathetic, her job, saving lives and property means more to her than most would ever understand. Which is the very reason she is obsessed with work.
She has become compassionate yet still driven. She is kind to the people she meets unless she is given a reason not to be and she is incredibly protective of those she cares for, to a point where she would risk her own life to save theirs.
Eden was born to Razvan and Felicity Bishop, she was born as a lycan, and her birth was most likely the kindest act that had ever been done for her prior to leaving her pack (family). In her pack with her family she was raised under the brutal eye of the beta which was also her father. She was never met to be anything more that a Brooke mare. Women in their pack were there to breed or at least she was. She was raised to have children of whatever mate was chosen for her and to be a perfect little stepford housewife.
She doesn’t recall much of her childhood years though she does recall the full moon and the horrors it brought with it. Especially in her pack. She remembers the screams the terror of those who were not pack or those who had angered her pack. As she got older and approached puberty she had to take on her first shift. It wasn’t kind or gentle. There was no advice or kind words offered, no her pack had been brutal and were ruled by might. Emotions did not have a place within the pack.