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January 30 2017 - Tasha Eden bio
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<br><font color="#D99059"><b>Treasure</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚her namesake. <i>A'Tasha Nicole Heat Eden</i>. few know her by Nicole.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Sex</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚woman. while morphing is a thing, she is eternally female even when drifting figures.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Age</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚completely unknown, but she says its twenty-four to date. six lifelines later.
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<br><font color="#D99059">Species</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚a mix between a red kangaroo and a swift fox. Vixen. Roo' strength, Vixen looks.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Equipoise</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚an atmosphere of ambition, danger and equanimity. forces of her demeanor.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Physique</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚5'5" in height - 139 pounds. wide mother nature made hips. slim thick and tight.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Attraction[s] </font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚heat likes strong, protective and dominant men. just the way she's wired.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">D.O.B</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚unknown to date. its a long story provided to few listeners. the first sunrise.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">P.O.B</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚sarajevo, capital of bosnia and herzegovina. her and her parents' home town.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Mythology</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚the flame fang assassian, the Beast bitch, the black Deviless. redruM.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Secrecy</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚no longer entrapped by the armageddon's power or fire. suffers the raw long-term side effects as a result.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Hair</font> <font color="#650000">●</font> 〚switch of pitch black to brown by seasons, dark brunette. long and sometimes cut.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Eyes</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚true gold. lighter honey in the sun, reflects in the night. adjusts for comfort.<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Lover</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚married and knocking boots with this handsome stud so don't touch him. <i>Possessive.<br>Jaeger<a href="https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Jaeger">
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<br><font color="#D99059">Family</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚mother amelia[✔] age 47 father almin[✘] byron aurich (son) age 9[✔]<br>-

<br><font color="#D99059">Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ</font> <font color="#650000">●</font>〚best that she's called an assassin of sorts. for sanity's sake alone. <br>
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<br><font color="#D99059">Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ</font> <font color="#650000">●</font> 〚chaotic, neutral. real favoritism shows towards long-term friends.<br>-
<br><font color="#D99059">Fᴇᴇʟ</font> <font color="#650000">●</font> 〚astute. unimpeded. libidinous. humorous. honest, physical, driven, ladylike.</b><br>-<br>


<br><b><font color="#D58B2F"><i>Honey.. you are so far out of your league that you are playing an entirely different sport: EXPERIENCES OF WAR AND DEATH.</font> <font color="#650000">●</font></i></b>

<br>Leader. Not quite one whom is use to following other roles. Just think.
That goes for the friend zone, so called 'gangs' and such. Eden is not
and has never been a woman to be taken lightly. She was born with
full fangs and claws bared. Being born from such a complicated world
 means a constant, long struggle of life. It is to be said that being one
 of the very most sought out and un-tameable beings in the world also
 means such magnanimous riches, endless bloodshed and as you go,
 wit beyond measure. Be that as it may, who said that being a hot sin
of the satanic creation was an easy one? In birth, much latent power
surrounded the beauty throughout her history. In her time of starting
her own slaughter, there was war like never seen before. Heads would
bow at her feet, beasts ate from her hands, men crawled to her call.
This was only the beginning for her as the Deviless.<br>

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<br>With all of that arrogance up for grabs, Eden had no need for such a
 thing. What seemed to flood her little dark heart was an uninvited full
flame that she had eventually come to tame. The Armageddon.
With style as a woman of class, grace, beauty and a full blown prowess of strength pumping
her blood, Eden would often use her powers for good and evil.
This made her neutral throughout the entirety of her cult and beyond.
Which in the end, she turned into a beautiful graveyard of her own.
Unbeatable in her travels, she would often revel in her powers by way
 of different forms of greed. Anything she desired enough, she would
take for herself. So it would become apart of her forcefully by one.
As much of a lovely brute as she sounds like, Eden has more than a
swell head on her shoulders. It's not so hard to 'not cross' someone.
Hell is her fury when this woman is scorned. Staying power coupled
with brute strength let everyone she comes across know that what is
hers is hers. Always, in this world, the next, and any other there on.<br>

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<br><b><i><font color="#D58B2F">I'll kill you first.. In more way than one: the difference. EXPERIENCES OF SURVIVAL</font> <font color="#650000">●</font></b></i><br>

The evening progressed as he expected, she finished her shower and
then went to bed. The light would stay on for around half an hour or so
 before she turned it off. He waited for an hour, just to be sure--up the
 stairs now, wary of any creaks. He had learned that if a floorboard
should creak, it was better to roll forward with it, then remove your
weight. If you stopped suddenly, so did the creak, but, if you kept
moving it faded away. People tended not to notice them then.
He didn't know if she was a deep or light sleeper, but at this point, it
didn't really matter. She was already dead. He figured he would take
care of it quickly, stabbing her a few times, maybe twenty or thirty
before cutting her neck deeply, he wanted to almost, but not quite,
sever the head. It would be seen as an angry crime, they would look
for exes,enemies, maybe even try to find a stalker, but they would not
expect it of a random killing. The door to her room was ajar and he
pushed it open. In the gloom he could see her, her frame a small lump
beneath the covers, her face, just peeking above, serene and calm.
Inviting and supple. He moved further into the room, the smell of her
perfume, light and flowery, filled his nostrils. He edged more toward her,
excited. He stood beside her bed, trying to decide whether or not to rip
the covers back before stabbing her when she spoke.<br>

<br><b>"Where ever you learned, you failed."</b> He jumped back, then smiled.
She was still asleep? Talking in her dreams? <b>"Now I am very tired
and I just want to get this over with."</b> She opened her golden eyes,
slowly and timidly sat up. He stood where he was, unsure of how to
proceed. <b>"How did you know I was coming?"</b> He asked. <b>"Please, it
was obvious. You were not exactly subtle in your stalking. Since
day one."</b> <b>"No one has ever--"</b> <b>"I'm sure. First time for everything
 and all that. Really though, you can't be serious, mainly after
what they told you." "Told me?" "Yeah, when giving you the lil'
briefing about me...They did tell you didn't they?" "No, I don't ask
 and they don't tell." "Oh? Well. Now I almost feel bad for you."</b>
He smiled, feeling reassured. She was bluffing. She had no training,
he knew that much simply from watching her. She was trying to throw
him off balance so she could try to run. Clever girl. He raised the knife.
<b>"It's nothing personal. I'll make it as quick as I can."
"And so you should try, but not to worry. Same here."</b> He swung
the knife towards her throat, he would stay true to his word and make it
quick. The knife slid through the air with a spark and burn of light
traced behind it. The force of his arm off balancing and dragging him
forward, his eyes widened in surprise and his face becoming almost
comical. He fell onto the bed where she had once been. Though she
had been lying beneath the covers, he did not feel any warmth of her.
She was standing beside the bed, looking down at him. <b>"You're
faster than some of the others, I'll give you that much."<br>

<br>"Though they only send their best assassins, once they're done
with them of course. However, I've grown tired of child's play."</b>
He now struggled to untangle himself from his sheets. <b>"Why?" "Well,
partly to keep me sharp and partly because of what I can do. I can
dispose of the bodies really easily and never be caught."</b> He was
becoming nervous now, as far as he could tell she was not lying and
she was fast, he had never met anyone this fast before. He was trying
to regroup. <b>"I can disappear, please..." "Oh, baby! Here we go now,
you're just going offer to disappear? I can say you attacked me, I
killed you, so on and so on... I like how you offered me the same
courtesy when you thought I was just another mark." "That's very...
different, please." "Why? Because you thought you were going to
win then? No deal, sorry. It comes with the job, you know that.
Besides, you could still win, it's unlikely, but possible."</b>
He stood up slowly. <b>"Fine, let's just get this over with."</b> She smiled,
her growing fangs almost unnaturally bright in the darkness of night.

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<br><b><i><font color="#D58B2F">Sit tight, bide your time, hold your tongue and rise: SUFFOCATING THE MASSES - <br>WORLD OF TODAY</font> <font color="#650000">●</font><br></i></b>

<b>Late spring to early summer, it happened. With unbridled use of power
such as this, it was the worst time to be alive. Tremendous amounts of
energy was spent on keeping herself and those she loved, alive. Yet
disobedience towards the Armageddon, which was her second mind and full body possession,
stripped of her power by it's hand. It left her with one heart, one mind, one soul
and nothing but her speed. She did confide this truth in only one woman, who was one
of her greatest friends during her prime. That same 'friend' sold her out to several for
large amounts of assorted currency, then fled the country, never to be seen or heard from again.
At this point, Eden turned into the greatest marks known with a grand hit on her head.
Come one come all from near and far, only eager to get a slice of the Deviless in
her purest and her most natural state. From this world, the next and realms far on.
People from all corners of the world looking to take her on in the form of men, women, beasts
and even machines. Without her real, raw power, it was difficult to keep up.
She was finally captured by a corrupt division that had known about her
 for centuries and told that her family was slaughtered she lost hope.
The only thing she needed was to understand that not all hope was
lost. In the underground prison that the division kept her in, beneath
Sarajevo, her own home--this was a place that none other than the
members of the division themselves knew about. A'Tasha was bound
wrist, waist and ankle by unbreakable binds.
For they feared anything remaining within her could cause their team death.<br>

<br>She was questioned countless times about how she rose to power, what she was and
where her power had gone. She tried to explain it all to them, but
in their closed minds, she was babbling nonsense. Four years of
this embarrassment passed as days turn into nights. The night that
the King of the division passed away, all hell broke loose. Literally.
This was her chance, and she took it. While soldiers came in to do
a little transferring of their slaves, A'Tasha had it on her mind for a victory move
after four long years of being chained. One telepathic message touching the mind, body,
spirit and soul that she had left was all that was needed to spur her own.
<b><font color=#FF0006>"How did you find me?"</font></b> She thought back, with no answer returning to her.
From the busy halls on this night, as the soldiers moved, hollering suddenly echoed
through the walls of the building that became drenched with the blood of her enemies.
Any further silence was flooded by the snapping and crushing of their bones.
When the last globs of blood are pooling from the ceiling, there she stands in the
fresh pile of bodies left scattered around her tired and malnourished body.
Just as she lowers her hand in the still of the night, on the building above from below,
she heard that voice calling to her again. When she reached the top of the bottom-dug out
world above there stood two long lost acquaintances who happened to hear about her
capture through the grapevine. People that she had been known to run game with during
her rise. In other words, they were loyal servants without her ever having bent them to her will.
On this realm they were everything. They knew deep down that they would reap the rewards
that she had to offer in the future.<br>

<br>It turns out that they discovered her whereabouts by way of the
same ex female friend of hers that had sold her out on the fact that she had lost her true abilities
to begin with. The two of them also slaughtered her after they gained this information, because she
was known for running her mouth and they knew its what the Deviless would
have wanted. A'Tasha was told that she needed to come with them,
because she had to be rehabilitated. Not that she had gone crazy, but she had lost a very
large portion of her memory from shock abuse and needed to regroup over losing her
family. If they were truly lost, that is, as she was told. It took her six months to get back on
her track and get her shit together, health and all. It took that same amount of time for her body to
go through the powerfully aggressive changes that it did now that the Armageddon's fire was gone. When the two friendly passengers
of hers asked her: <b><font color=#D99059>"A'Tasha Heat Eden.. Why do you think we should
let you back into the states?"</font></b> Her reply of course was sarcastic and it
wasn't like they could hold her anyway. <b><font color=#FF0006>"If my good behavior doesn't
say anything about me then I don't know what will." </font></b>-- She didn't know
if she was completely abandoned by her Armageddon or not but at this
point it did not too much matter. The perks of the aftermath in the end
is that she's stronger than she should be for a woman of her
size, there are levels to it, and its not safe to engage her in battle.
She can hear, smell, taste, feel and see things in an un-natural
way that would surely frighten most. Sometimes she feels the urge to consume
raw flesh, she breathes smoke and fire with the scent of brimstone, and is always too warm for her own good.
She's addicted to warmth and she often makes an effort to harbor as much of it as possible.
Even in the scorching summer. She knows that deep down inside of herself
somewhere that something is waiting to burst into flames. What will
rise? <b>Rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns,
and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of
blasphemy. It was like a leopard, with feet like the feet of a bear,
and had a mouth like a lion.</b> <font color=#FF0006>"Every time I close my eyes, reaching
forth. Reaching out."</font>




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