Selene Athena Monroe

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Selene Athena Monroe was born on December 1, 1990 to parents Milton and Gretchen Monroe. It was snowing heavily that night, before an bizarre outage hit that wasn't easily explained and eradicated everyone. The hazel eyed babe was left to cry in the hospital bassinet. Two days of desperation erupted from her healthy lungs and before she could even utter another sound, a tall figure loomed over her and picked her up.

They carried her out into the unknown...


[32 years later...]
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Selene was raised in an primary school in London. Grew up with a personality that was deemed cold and desolate much like the world she lived in today and often pushed people away. That's how she preferred it since she has a secret close to her heart. Her adopted mother known as Mara had trained her from the age of thirteen to fight. She studied and practiced martial arts every day since.

There was absolutely no time for socialization and she was quite fine with that since she always felt out of place in this era of social media. Posting your daily life on vapid devices that were designed to control you.

Selene has never been with anyone on the physical level. She hasn't had that feeling of desire, or craving. There has been absolutely no one that has struck her fancy. She appreciates that she's always been able to hold one sacred variable to herself since Mara used her as a weapon to get her dirty work done.

The young blond at thirty years old has killed over sixty two men and twelve women at the request of her adoptive mother. She has taught her to be unemotional as it clouds judgement and that never was key component to her ever evolving mentality. She has never known love…or cried since her birth…

She has a determined mentality to please her adoptive mother. Give her exactly as she asks, because she gave her a life full of adventure despite the bloodshed that was forever stained on her delicate palms.

There is a story that she has locked deep inside of her, pondering her past…who were her real parents? What happens that faithful night of her birth and killed her parents…

A part of her wondered if Mara had something to do with it, had someone helped her eliminate her parents and the staff in the hospital to make it look like a cosmic event?

Selene was curious and with her retirement coming up in the next six months of being more or less an assassin, she was actually excited to embark on the journey to discover her past…

…though would it lead to Mara being the villain in her story, or was there more to it than that.

Only time would tell…

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Mathias Gregory Hawthorne (30) was raised with wolves his entire life. His parents housed and bred them for several for years. They sold them to the highest bitter and kept only two for themselves to protect their estate. Located deep in the mountains of Colorado.

His life was painted like a beautiful portrait but deep down; Matt was fighting his demons.

Between drinking, abusing every substance known to man, he suffered from paranoia and delusions. He was addicted to tattoos and often went to get them done when he was soaring to new heights on the latest drug on the market.

Most nights, he was off with some new harlot or playing Halo with some his buddies. He was hardly even home, though being home these days meant that he'd be witnessing his father bloody up his mother's face for the 12,234 times. Despite their finances being solid, his father had a temper on him especially after a long day of hustling to sell as many breeds as possible; he'd come home and drown himself in his favorite liquor, brandy.

It was obvious where Mathias got his addiction from but it wasn't clear if he'd started drinking from witnessing the abuse or just because he'd been struggling with a secret for the last fifteen years and it wasn't like Mathias could open up to his toxic and chaotic parents. Though abusing substances and drinking wasn't his only flaw, he had invested in selling stolen car parts.

Everyone knew him as the loud mouth who talked a big game, but deep under the built proof surface he'd worked hard to protect, was a five year old boy still suffering from the past…

Will he ever open up to someone? Can there potentially be someone out there that can penetrate the walls he's built? Or will everything come crashing down like a deck of cards?

Well, we shall see. Won't we?

 

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It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Adrian Pheonix Roe is the most sought out bodyguard by every father, celebrity and even fan girls who desire to gawk and admire his body. It made his stomach burn with disgust on how many people couldn't get enough of him. It was just a side gig, while underneath his pretty boy exterior was a brutal assassin. Having killed over a hundred men and two women to date, there wasn't much he wouldn't do. Expect babies. They're innocent and he is fond of them.

His past is tangled. Dark. Filled with secrets he'd never shared with anyone and probably would never, it was best left in the past. He has a scar that runs down his spine to the base of his lower back. He never talks about why that is, only that it was painful and a memory he wishes he could forget. That's why Whiskey is his best friend most nights, when he can't sleep. It's why being a bodyguard works out well for him. Among his other occupation, murder. How lovely.

He has wit, humor but there is a level to him that if pushed can bring out a dominant streak which doesn't happen often. Much like his sex life. He's private and mysterious but when his walls are penetrated there is a deep layer of emotion like passion and a soft side that lingers, below the surface.

He doesn't let anyone in, but it would be kind of interesting if he did. He is the type to get swept up into fantasy because Adrian knew there was even less of a chance he'd die ruthlessly to some gruesome death, rather than use labels with some naive brat. Then again…

Who knows? With his recent work adventures picking up steady business, there was no telling what would happen next. He did enjoy surprising curveballs, it excited his ticking brain…