Selene Drax

Selene Drax was not born into chaos, but she was shaped by it. Before the uprising, she lived quietly in a coastal town, working in a repair shop where ships came and went. She was not a fighter, nor was she someone who dreamed of bloodshed. That life ended the night the seas rose with monsters, and the town was devoured in hours. Selene fled, losing everything she knew in a single night. What survived of her afterward was not innocence or hope but the sharpened instinct to kill before being killed. Over the years she carved her name in whispers. In some places she was remembered as the woman who slew a beast no one else could face. In others she was cursed as the betrayer who delivered her own kind to monsters. Both reputations are true, for Selene has no loyalty beyond herself. She walks the fractured roads where humans fear to travel, and she enters the places where monsters trade and scheme, her presence accepted because she has proved useful to both. Those who meet her rarely forget her. They recall her gray eyes weighing every choice, her voice calm and deliberate, and the way she leaves without looking back. For Selene, life is not about hope or rebuilding. It is about balance measured in survival and profit. She is not a savior, nor is she a villain. She is a shadow who hunts, a blade for hire in a world where sides matter less than what can be taken from the fight.