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selene is, at the center of her very being, a kind person. she just can't help but see a person in need and rush to their side. she's been trained in the medical field, being a paramedic for years now. it's an exhausting, thankless job, but she loves it anyways. to her, its the satisfying feeling of being able to save someone's life that makes it all worth wild. and her compassion doesn't stop with humans, extending her service to any and all pokemon around her. whenever anything alive is in need, she is there to help!
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and help she does. she's as passionate as she is stubborn. when she sets her mind to something, selene will never give up until she's beaten the odds and done what she set out to do. that being said, let it be known that selene is not stupid. when things get dangerous, she knows when to make a strategic retreat. with any and all twists and turns that life tends to throw at her, she simply adapts. think on her feet while avoiding any harm to herself and others. it's something that she has been talented with since childhood, somehow avoiding harm by the skin of her teeth while preforming miracles in and of themselves.
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but as serious as she is with her job, do not mistake selene with a party-pooper. if anything, her playfully sarcastic nature sends people into fits of laughter from time to time. after all, a good giggle is the best medicine! she knows how and when to have fun, and when selene really lets go, the fun typically spreads to all those within her area. yet when push comes to shove, selene knows when to sober up and be a responsible adult.
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friends are the very core of selene's existence. she is loyal to the point of a fault, and extremely protective of those she cares about. while those that manage to get to the center of her being are rare and few between, when they do? they know that selene will go through hell and high water to make sure that they are safe and sound.
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except, the real selene is nothing like that at all. she has grown so masterful at wearing her mask that to anyone who sees her, she just seems like a dedicated, friendly paramedic. however, that couldn't be farther from the truth.
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selene, more than anything, is filled with unbridled and unadulterated hatred. it boils within her blood, a frozen inferno that never ceases or lessens. there is nothing that selene truly loves, just things that she hates less than others. the bitter cold rage within her very heart is eternal, and it never wanes.
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if anything, selene is a killer. apathetic, merciless, blood thirsty, she hungers for the hunt and thrives in taking the lives of others. if she had to like anything, it would be this.
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a liar by habit and necessity, there is nothing you can trust that spews from her corrupted mouth. the only times she is honest is if she is in front of her superiors or when she feels like it. though those times are more rare than the amount of legitimate friends that she manages to somehow make. 
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selene is a broken human, raised on pain and experiments within the organization imum, she has no humanity left within herself. not since a mismagius was forced to combine with herself. and while she is typically composed and rational, able to think things out clear and concise, there are times where she breaks. those moments in her life where everything crashes down on her at once and her pure, unfiltered insanity truly reigns supreme. but you have to chip away at her limits slowly and thoroughly, because the walls she has built around herself are immense.
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nobody outside of parallax, and even the majority of those within, truly know of selene's nature. most of those who were within imum have perished, and those that remain typically belong to parallax. they are, for the most part, the only ones who are aware of the true selene. and that's how she likes it.
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postitive traits adaptive + intelligent + composed + rational + loyal + responsible + open-minded + protective + obedient + meticulous

negative traits hateful - merciless - apathetic - distant - dishonest - violent - cruel - sly - cheater - unforgiving

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oh girl this boat is sinking

there is much to your past that is gone. missing in chunks and slivers from that unreliable brain of yours, what was left would have been warm to anyone else. pleasant memories of a loving mother and a funny father, a best friend who you were glued to the hip with. the purrloin, mean and nasty to just about anyone, was remarkably fond of you. with others she would scratch and bite, yet with you she would purr and relax. for some strange reason, you remember that cat in spades. the texture of her fur. the sound of her meow. the color of her eyes and how there were blue flakes in those oceans of green. how she liked to stay on all fours rather than remain upright, unlike the majority of her species. she preferred combusken over tauros meat, but loved seaking most of all. how string was your purrloin's mortal enemy, and the sentrets that ran around outside were her favorite things to chase.
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you know that your mother loved to sing, loved to call you her beloved little moon, but you cannot remember her songs. you know that her hair was a bright red, but can't tell how long it was. her eyes were green, so green, but the rest of her face is a mystery. you know that your father had large hands that would completely eclipse yours when he held your tiny fingers, but you can't recall what they felt like. you know, you know that they were rough and calloused from years of work and labor, but you just can't remember what they truly felt like. you know that he always cracked jokes, any time any place. but you can't remember the punch lines. what were their names? how tall were they? did they tuck you in at night? did they read you stories? what did they make you for breakfast? where did they work? you don't know. a decade ago, when things were bad but not worse, it would have bothered you. but now? you don't care at all.
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there was a friend. a girl with blond hair, one who was always laughing but the sound is just out of your ears. so close, so tantalizingly close, but no matter how hard you ever tried to reach for it, it was gone. you remember the dream you two shared. getting on a boat and sailing away to foreign lands, going on an endless journey that would take the rest of your lives. you would sail far, far away from the boring irisia with nothing more than your purrloin and the winds to guide your way.

there's no sea left for me

and as much as you have forgotten, you could never forget the red. deep and crimson, the pungent scent of copper splattered all over the walls. while the world was grey and blurred, the bright red was crisp and clear as it was seared into your brain. your parents had been terrified of this possibility, when the imum set their sights on the children of their quiet town. they had said over and over that you were safe with them, but there they were. islands in an ocean of blood. bodies buried under years of suppressed memories, but the corpse of your beloved purrloin was stark in your mind. as much as she disliked your parents, she hated strangers even more. apparently she was considered a nuisance and was eliminated.
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you were seven when you were taken. the world has never not been burning in your short life, but you had always been safe within the walls of your home. not anymore. large men grabbed your flailing body, taking you away from your peaceful home. no matter how many times you punched and kicked with your tiny fists and feet, they were undeterred. you can remember their laughter towards your suffering, crisp and clear in your mind. you remember your heart squeezing as you sobbed, thrown into the back of a moving van along with several other children. several years ago, these memories haunted your nightmares.
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now you don't understand what the big deal was.

and how the sky gets heavy

it was empty, the cell where you were kept. the concrete was cold. the walls were bare. there were no lights, no warmth, no comfort in your tiny little cage. the sounds of crying and screaming were always present. there was nothing to distract you from the hunger and the pain. once a day they would feed you scraps, some expired and rough bread, a bruised and rotting fruit, a potato so soft that the insides were almost liquid, with so many spuds attached that you almost had two potatoes in your hands.
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once a week they came with the hose. pressurized water would soak you to your core, ice cold as your skin bruised under the unforgiving jet. your screams would only prolong the 'bath', so you would just sit there and take it. frozen when they left.
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sometimes you were taken out of your prison, brought from the darkness into a pure white room. strapped to a metal table as the figures in white coats came to stab you with needles and knives until all you knew was pain. if you begged and pleaded, you were punished once back into the cell. if you were a good child and made no noise, you were rewarded with a single piece of candy. you were always a good girl.
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the guards would beat you anyways. after you finished the coveted lollipop or the sweet square of chocolate, they would storm into your cell and force your body to remember the shape of their fists. by the time you were eight, you could distinguish each and every guard by the impact of their foot alone.

when you are underneath it

as the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years, your mind became clouded. the past blurred.
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you forget; the sky, the stars, the sea. the comforts of a bed and a full stomach. the tender and loving voice of your mother, the warm and rough hands of your father, the playful and happy laughs of your friend. the dreams you once shared and the times you spent together.
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you know; the needles, the pain, the darkness. every single bump on the concrete floor as the nights get cold cold cold so cold. the sounds of the scientists. the scraping of scalpels and chains. the screams of the children surrounding your tiny cell.
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you want to remember, but your forgot. because you forgot, you now know.

oh! i want to sail away from here

there is agony, fire that lashes at your muscles and rips through your bones. pure, unadulterated pain that tears through every fiber of your being as foreign dna is introduced into your own. it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts so much that that if feels as if your brain melts and restructures itself. your body convulses and trembles as the waves of fire turn to ice. an inferno so cold and so frozen that your green green green eyes turn blue blue blue.
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and when all is said and done- you are alive, and yet somehow dead. you exist, and yet somehow don't. your heart beats, and yet somehow not.
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somewhere between the brink of life and death, you have become a monster of nothingness. your chest aches and it's cold cold cold so cold. the numbness consumed your body, leaving nothing but a bloodthirsty rage, the frozen fire of wrath consuming your corrupted soul. and it hurts it hurts it hurts so much.
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and you hate

and god. he came down down down down down down down

you are trained. given good treatment because you are finally worth something. a bed that you can't sleep in because you hate the softness more than you hate the cold hard floor. you can go outside and see the blue blue blue sky, reminded of the eyes you had forgotten, and you hate remembering so much that you prefer to stay indoors. you hate the failed experiments that the trainers you hate set up against you in order to test the abilities that you hate so much.
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hate hate hate hate hateha te heate hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate
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and the experiments die. and their red red so red blood spills, and you find out that you don't hate that feeling. so you are given a team of pokemon, ones who hate as much as you, and you are sent out into the world. doing what you and your team does best. infiltrate. kill. destroy.
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your body can sink into the shadows. you can communicate with your team and the ghosts of the past. you can float. you can turn invisible. harness your hatred into pure orbs of malevolence and fire them off. and as you use your abilities, the black markings from the diamond on your forehead spread through your body, the dark energy flowing through your veins. it's addicting.
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you are nothing but a ghost now, one of the most prized members of imum, one of the most efficient killers of humanity that they have. and you blossom under their reign.
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but then they fall, and you are left to hate once again.

and said

the only place a monster like you belongs in is parallax. the republic and the association would have shunned a creature of your... talents. but parallax doesn't care, and welcomes you with open arms. you are given a chance to channel that hate once again, and you manage. it isn't as good as it once was with imum, but it's enough.
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yet you quickly learn that your true personality will do you no favors within this new life. so you adapt. and you change. just to blend in, you appear human. kind and passionate and funny. you make friends, those you don't hate as much as the others. you make enemies, those that hate you with almost as much passion as you hate everything else. you capture cute pokemon to flaunt around. after all, you are a female and should love the cute and innocent. no one should know that they make you want to vomit.
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you listen to your superiors. you follow orders to a t, doing anything and everything within the organization. killing opposition, stealing information, guarding fellow members. whatever they tell you, you obey. you do not hate your life as much as you once did, at least not anymore.
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you are a goood girl, after all.

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