| Twas on a lofty vase's side,
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| Where China's gayest art had dyed
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| The azure flowers that blow,
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| Demurest of the tabby kind,
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| The pensive Selima, reclined,
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| Gazed on the lake below.
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| Her conscious tail her joy declared;
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| The fair round face, the snowy beard,
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| The velvet of her paws,
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| Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
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| Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
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| She saw; and purred applause.
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| Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
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| Two angel forms were seen to glide,
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| The genii of the stream:
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| Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
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| Through richest purple to the view
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| Betrayed a golden gleam.
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| The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
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| A whisker first, and then a claw,
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| With many an ardent wish,
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| She stretched, in vain, to reach the prize.
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| What female heart can gold despise?
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| What cat's averse to fish?
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| Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
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| Again she stretched, again she bent,
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| Nor knew the gulf between:
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| (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled)
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| The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
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| She tumbled headlong in.
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| From hence, ye beauties undeceived,
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| Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
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| And be with caution bold.
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| Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
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| And heedless hearts is lawful prize;
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| Nor all that glisters, gold.
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| Thomas Gray
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| Date of Birth:
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1 November, 1990
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| Occupation:
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Acquisition Specialist
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| Demeanor:
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Rogue
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| Race:
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Bastet
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| Tribe:
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Bubasti
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| Pryio:
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Night
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| Height:
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5'
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Awareness
- ... times three. She's better than the average bystander at noticing Weird Shit when it wanders by; she can read auras and spot shiny magic effects in progress and whatnot.
Contacts
- ... there are people, and then there are the people who know those people. For those who do not have the time, aptitude, or inclination to roll up their sleeves and network, there's Eden. While fast on her way to meriting the more appropriate title of Fixer, she's already gathered up quite the collection of personnel resources.
Law and Order
- ... or whatever the opposite of that is. Eden is a rather accomplished intrusion specialist and fair forger: she's always looking for connections that are specifically criminal in nature. Just ask for Tenebrae.
That Grey Area
- ... as a firm adherent to the Night court, she's a little wishy-washy on that whole Good/Bad thing. While the average Gaian might be inclined to go all fuzzy blender on your bad self, Eden is pretty open minded.
The Sideshow
- ... though not an employee of the place, she is a disturbingly frequent visitor. It likely has something to do with her close relationship with the owners, though her favorite seat in the house is the owner's table.
Secrets
- ... curiosity may eventually kill the cat. She likes secrets of all kinds more than almost anything in the whole world. Big secrets. Harmless little secrets. Dark secrets. Silly secrets. But it stops being a secret if you share it with too many people, right?
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