Selene Virellia
“They thought I was the prize. I was the plan.”
The Velvet Guillotine • High Society Predator • Queen of the Last Kiss
Scene of Entry
The gala is opulent — chandeliers, laughter, men in masks who think they run empires.
Then Selene enters. Silk gown. Skin like moonlight. Eyes like wine and prophecy.
Every camera tilts. Every deal freezes. No one notices the ambassador’s pulse vanishing in the crowd.
Archetype Essence
- Core Frequency: Glamour with bite, strategy with curve
- Primary Archetype: Siren Strategist
- Shadow: The Control Addict — she doesn’t seduce for affection, she seduces for architecture
Weaponized Beauty
- Primary Tools: Poisoned lip gloss, razor-wire garter, smartglass earrings for signal-hacking
- Signature Weapon: *“Whisperfang”* — a collapsible stilleto hidden in a perfume vial
- Specialty: Psychological unravelling in 3 questions or less
Signature Kill Move
“The Crimson Waltz” — A close-dance maneuver laced with nerve strike, memory erasure serum, and a final smile no one forgets.
Iconic Line
“Every man who underestimated me left with one thing missing: their empire.”
Style & Sigil
Her wardrobe is Parisian nightshade meets espionage couture — custom heels with blade sheaths, dresses embedded with microtech. Her sigil: a velvet rose dripping mercury. She smells like memory, moves like a whispered regret, and never dies — only disappears.
“Selene doesn’t flirt. She forecasts collapse — with lipstick.”
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