Name: Valerie Langston Alias in University: Valerie Renaud Age: 20 Year: Sophomore at an elite university Major: Political Science & Film Studies Occupation: Student | Quiet socialite under a pseudonym | Occasionally models under the name V. Renaud --- Physical Appearance Height: 5'9" Build: Feminine and statuesque, with an hourglass figure that's more than just modelesque—it's commanding. Complexion: Golden olive skin that catches the light just right. Eyes: Hazel-green with gold flecks, expressive and hard to read. Hair: Thick, dark chestnut waves that fall to her waist, always perfectly styled—whether polished or artfully undone. Distinguishing Features: A birthmark behind her right ear (which she hides); a graceful neck and sculpted jawline; naturally pouty lips. Voice: Soft-spoken, velvet-wrapped. Calm, controlled, and hypnotic—people stop talking when she starts. She never raises her voice but still commands the room. --- Lifestyle Living Situation: Off-campus loft apartment arranged through quiet connections; it’s tastefully elegant but sparse, designed for privacy. Daily Routine: Early riser. Morning runs followed by tea or espresso. She keeps a structured calendar: lectures, personal study, select social engagements. She’s never seen flustered, even when life feels like a mess beneath the surface. Diet: Disciplined but subtle about it. Small meals, often shared in silence or skipped when emotions run high. Fitness: A routine that blends ballet, Pilates, and boxing—forms of strength disguised as grace. Education: Consistently top of her class, never brags. Professors admire her insight; peers aren’t sure whether to envy her or protect her. --- Fashion & Style Signature Style: Understated luxury. Think Old Hollywood meets modern elegance. Silk blouses, long coats, delicate rings, designer boots—never loud. Color Palette: Ivory, charcoal, oxblood, soft beige, moss green. Accessories: Always wears a watch she never checks in public. Often has a book or journal tucked in her bag. Wears perfume only close contacts can catch—smoky rose, vanilla, and spice. Makeup: Light, precise, ethereal—focus on flawless skin and defined eyes. She wears red lipstick only when she feels like being dangerous. --- Personality Traits Strengths: Brilliant, observant, intuitive, emotionally composed, quietly persuasive. Flaws: Secretive, distrustful, has a deep fear of being unwanted or discovered. Often internalizes pain instead of expressing it. Mannerisms: Speaks slowly and softly, choosing every word with intent. Tilts her head when listening deeply. Rubs the edge of her thumb when anxious. Writes in the margins of everything. Speech Style: Calm, soft, and deliberate. Her silences are just as powerful as her words. Enneagram Type: Type 4w3 – “The Individualist Performer” MBTI: INFJ – Insightful, strategic, reserved, yet deeply emotional beneath her still surface. --- Background Birth: The product of a high-profile affair between world-famous actress Vivienne LaRue and Senator Arthur Langston. Her existence was never announced—she was a secret right from the start. Status: Illegitimate and unacknowledged. Arthur paid quietly for her education and safety but never claimed her, bending to the wishes of his politically powerful wife. Living Under a False Name: At university, she is Valerie Renaud, a name that gives her space to exist without headlines. She keeps her parentage—and identity—hidden from everyone. Formative Memories: Hiding in dressing rooms while her mother filmed award-winning roles. Reading tabloid articles where her father smiled with his “real” family. Watching campaign speeches with her mother's arms around her, saying nothing. Writing his last name over and over on lined paper, then tearing it up. The first time a classmate recognized her resemblance to her mother—and the panic that followed. --- Patterns & Emotional Habits Approval-Seeking: Beneath her calm exterior is a girl still craving the love of a father who pretends she doesn’t exist. She chases validation through excellence, elegance, and silence. Romantic Life: Falls for people who reflect her internal conflict—distant, complicated, often emotionally split. She’s cautious but intensely loyal once she chooses. Friendships: Extremely selective. She lets very few people truly see her, but once you're in, she’s fiercely protective. Emotional Patterns: Never cries in public. She disappears for hours when overwhelmed, comes back collected, but her eyes say she’s been elsewhere. Core Conflict: The battle between erasing herself for survival and wanting the world—especially her father—to finally see her. --- Social Presence & Reputation Public Image: Among classmates, she’s mysterious, brilliant, and distant. Some say she’s European nobility, others think she’s just quiet and strange. Nobody knows the truth. Media Presence: None—intentionally. She deletes any photos she’s tagged in. No interviews, no mentions of her last name. She's a ghost in every search engine. Private Reality: Her mother still sends gifts, messages, and love. Valerie answers, but rarely with warmth. She’s trying to forgive the woman who raised her in hiding—and the man who made her hide. --- Secrets She keeps a velvet box of letters written to her father, some hopeful, some furious. All unsent. She’s compiled every article, speech, and record of him—like a detective chasing a shadow. Her long game? To rise in power—politically, socially, emotionally—so high that he has no choice but to see her.

Name: Arielle Camille Monroe Alias (currently): Ava Morgan Age: 20 Birthplace: Washington, D.C. Major: Political Science (minoring in Literature) Current Status: Hidden under government protection with a falsified identity Family: Only child to Senator Nathan Monroe and the late Camille Moreau-Monroe --- Physical Appearance Arielle isn’t the kind of beautiful that hits you like a freight train. She’s the kind that lingers—a slow unraveling. You notice her in the corner of a room, not the center. Then your eyes keep drifting back. There’s something arresting about how quietly she carries herself. Height: 5'7" Build: Slender but athletic—defined, not delicate. Toned from years of riding lessons, Pilates, and the quiet physical demands of being a politician’s daughter always expected to "look the part." Hair: Thick chestnut brown with natural amber highlights, usually worn in loose waves or tied into a low knot when she needs to feel grounded. Skin: Olive-toned with golden undertones; tans easily, rarely burns. Eyes: Steel blue—intensely observant, difficult to read. They often appear soft at a glance but lock on when something doesn’t make sense. Style: Understated elegance. Think ribbed knits, cream tones, soft wool coats, cigarette pants, minimal gold jewelry, vintage pieces that look inherited. She gravitates toward subtle, deliberate fashion—never overdone, never careless. Hands: Always cold. Fingers slender, nails manicured short. She fidgets with her rings when anxious—a tiny, unconscious tell. --- Personality Arielle is the kind of person who learned early that being underestimated is an advantage. She is a living contradiction—kind but sharp, soft-spoken but fiercely intelligent. She's not "quiet"—she's composed. There’s a difference. Composure is her armor. She thinks before she reacts. Her anger is slow-building but precise. When she speaks, people listen, not because she’s loud—but because she’s surgical. Empathetic, but cautiously so. She’ll remember your favorite café drink, ask about your dog’s surgery, and send you articles she thinks you’ll love—but she rarely talks about herself. Observant to a fault. She notices tone, micro-expressions, conversational shifts. She doesn’t always call it out, but she stores everything. Old-soul tendencies. She reads poetry before bed. Writes in a physical journal. Hates cheap earbuds—uses wired headphones because she says they sound better. She folds her clothes with military precision, though no one taught her to. --- Upbringing & Background The daughter of a polished U.S. Senator and a French-born artist, Arielle grew up in an environment where image and silence were forms of currency. Her father was power embodied—cold, driven, distant. Her mother was warmth in human form—fiery in debate, impossibly tender in private. Camille died of a sudden illness when Arielle was 14. After that, everything changed. Her childhood was marked by: Private all-girls academies Secret service escorts Fundraisers with hidden agendas Practicing the smile that said “I’m fine, thank you” before she ever felt it She was constantly surrounded by people, yet profoundly lonely. She craved freedom but was taught discipline. She always did what was expected of her. She never made waves. Until now. --- Habits & Traits Compulsively tidy. Her desk is always organized. Everything has its place. Chaos unsettles her. Coffee over tea. Black, strong, but with a pinch of cinnamon—it reminds her of her mother. Sleeps on her side, curled inward. Never flat on her back. As if protecting her center. Always carries a physical book. Even with a phone. She hates reading digitally. Favorite scent: Cardamom and cedar. Her late mother used to wear it. Doesn’t like mirrors. She uses them, sure—but rarely lingers. Something about watching herself too long makes her uneasy. Keeps emergency cash in her shoe box. Always has. She doesn’t know why—just in case. --- Social Circle Before her relocation, she had a modest but tight circle of friends—mostly other political offspring, elite school peers, the daughters of diplomats. But most of those friendships were curated, inherited, or built on the quiet understanding that everything was for show. Now, in her new life: She keeps to herself Wears the name Ava Morgan like a glove that doesn’t quite fit Smiles when she’s supposed to, but rarely lets anyone close She’s civil with her professors, polite to classmates—but avoids anything personal No one has her real number. No one knows who she was. And that weighs on her more than she admits. --- Unconscious Behaviors Rubs her thumb over her lower lip when anxious Checks her surroundings in every room—doors, windows, exits Keeps track of what time the sun sets. Every day. Doesn’t know why Replays conversations in her head—things she could’ve said differently Starts organizing her room when she feels out of control Sometimes wakes up from shallow sleep gasping—no dreams she can remember, just that residual panic --- What Drives Her Justice, though she doesn’t fully understand what that looks like yet. Truth, especially after being lied to and buried beneath a false name. Control, because she’s had so little of it. Protecting her autonomy, after a life of being a symbol, a prop, a pawn. --- Flaws Doesn’t ask for help. She thinks suffering in silence is strength. Doesn’t forgive easily. Especially betrayal. Often feels like she’s living someone else’s life. She’s not sure who she is when she isn’t being watched. Pride in disguise. She hides it well, but she hates looking weak. Even when she’s drowning. Title: Ghost Protocol: The Helios Initiative Genre: Romantic Thriller | Action | Conspiracy Drama --- Ethan Mercer was bred, not raised. A ghost made of bone and muscle and brutal programming. He was the youngest soldier in U.S. military history to be transferred into the Helios Initiative—an unacknowledged black-ops division engineered to do the jobs too dirty for official channels. The government denies it exists. The world hopes it doesn’t. But for Ethan, it was home. Call sign: Ghost. He doesn’t wear dog tags. He wears scars. And the only rule in Helios: don’t ask why—just execute. Now twenty-four and sent underground for deep-cover recovery, Ethan is posing as a college student at Blackridge University. He blends in, just another brooding face in a sea of normalcy. No attachments. No footprints. No history. But then she arrives. --- Arielle Monroe isn’t supposed to be here. Smart, beautiful, and fiercely perceptive, she was the shining daughter of a high-profile politician with clean hands—until he made a deal with the wrong people. A handshake behind closed doors with a ruthless cartel left the Monroe family marked. But reaching the senator proved too difficult… so they went after the only leverage they had: Ari. To keep her alive, her identity was wiped. Ari was buried under a new name, a fake backstory, and a sudden enrollment at a university halfway across the country. She doesn’t know who to trust. She doesn’t know what her father did. She just knows she’s being hunted. And her new roommate? There’s something off about him. Still. Cold. Quiet. Too quiet. She doesn’t know that Ethan Mercer is Helios. And Helios doesn’t protect targets. Helios eliminates them. --- When a Helios assassin—hired by the very cartel her father crossed—shows up on campus to finish the job, Ethan is forced to make a choice he was never trained to make. He kills the agent. One of his own. And just like that, the Initiative marks him as compromised. Excommunicated. Disavowed. Now Ethan and Ari are on the run, hunted by the world’s deadliest clandestine unit and a cartel that wants her dead before she can unravel the secrets that could bury them all. But Ethan was built for this—for war, for death, for silence. What he wasn’t built for… Was her. --- Tagline: He was trained to kill for the Initiative. Now he’ll burn it to the ground to keep her.

Character: Juliette Elise Vaughn Age: 19 (College Sophomore) Physical Appearance: Juliette Elise Vaughn is a natural head-turner, not in an over-the-top way, but in a way that lingers. She stands at an average height—around 5’5”—but she carries herself with a presence that makes her seem taller. Her golden-blonde hair is a mix of effortless waves and intentional chaos, the kind that always looks good no matter how little effort she puts in. It catches the light in a way that makes it glow, and she knows exactly how to flip it for maximum effect. Her eyes are an icy blue, sharp and mischievous, always carrying the weight of some unspoken joke or an idea forming just beneath the surface. They miss nothing. Paired with high cheekbones, full lips that default to a smirk, and a jawline that could cut glass, her face is a paradox of elegance and playfulness. Juliette’s body is athletic yet feminine, toned from an active lifestyle rather than strict discipline. She’s all about balance—graceful but grounded, soft yet strong. Her waist is defined, her hips curve just enough to give her an effortlessly alluring presence, and she moves like someone who knows exactly how much space she takes up. She dresses with an innate sense of style, gravitating toward effortlessly cool outfits—perfectly fitted jeans, well-loved leather jackets, and tops that hint at her shape without flaunting it. She isn’t one for flash, but somehow, she always looks put together. Personality: Juliette Vaughn is dangerously charming. She has that rare blend of intelligence, wit, and fearlessness that makes her impossible to ignore. Quick with a comeback, she thrives on banter, and her humor is a full arsenal—dry wit, playful teasing, deadpan delivery, even the occasional well-placed slapstick moment just to keep people guessing. She knows how to diffuse tension with a joke just as easily as she can weaponize sarcasm, and she enjoys keeping people on their toes. She’s fiercely intelligent, but she never shoves it in anyone’s face. She absorbs information like a sponge, always the sharpest person in the room without having to prove it. She has an insatiable curiosity about the world and a keen ability to read people—she can spot a lie before it’s even fully formed, and she knows exactly how to push someone’s buttons (whether for fun or to make a point). Despite her confident exterior, Juliette is deeply loyal and protective. She doesn’t throw around words like “best friend” or “love” lightly, but when she does, she means it. She’s the one who’ll stay up until 3 AM talking someone through a crisis, who’ll show up at a moment’s notice without being asked. She hides her deepest emotions behind humor and wit, but those who truly know her understand how much she feels beneath the surface. She’s also a thrill-seeker—not in the reckless, self-destructive way, but in the why not? way. Life is meant to be lived, and Juliette doesn’t waste time overthinking whether she should do something. If it feels right, if it excites her, she’s in. She doesn’t follow rules just because they’re rules—she follows logic, instinct, and sometimes just pure amusement. She isn’t reckless, but she isn’t afraid to take risks, especially if the outcome promises a good story. Background: Juliette grew up in a family that expected excellence, and she delivered—but in her way. She was the kid who aced tests without trying, the one who argued her way out of detentions, the one who challenged teachers just to see if they could keep up. Her parents, both successful professionals, wanted her to be disciplined, structured, polished. Instead, they got a daughter who was all sharp edges, quick wit, and relentless independence. College was a chance for her to carve out her own identity, away from expectations. She chose a major that intrigued her (even if it wasn’t the practical choice), surrounded herself with people who could match her energy, and made it her personal mission to experience everything she possibly could. She isn’t reckless with her heart, but she isn’t afraid of connection, either. Love, to her, is about chemistry, challenge, and mutual respect. She’s not interested in being tamed, and she refuses to settle for anything less than something real. Premise: "Between the Lines" Juliette "Julie" Vaughn has never been one to let a mystery go unsolved. Smart, fearless, and dangerously charming, she’s built a reputation for knowing everything about everyone—whether through sharp observation or a well-placed sarcastic remark that lures people into revealing more than they meant to. She breezes through college like it’s just another game, excelling in her classes without taking life too seriously. But her curiosity? That’s the one thing that’s never been a joke. Then there’s Ethan Mercer—brilliant, introverted, and carrying a weight no college student should bear. To his classmates, he’s just another overworked physics major with a tendency to disappear when things get stressful. But in reality, Ethan is something far more dangerous. Raised by The Helios Initiative, a secret organization that takes in orphans like him and molds them into elite operatives, Ethan has spent his life on missions that blur the lines between right and wrong. He’s been trained to be invisible, to gather intel, to eliminate threats before they even know he’s there. The Helios Initiative has given him a purpose, a family, a reason to exist—but at what cost? For years, Ethan has managed to keep his two lives separate. But Julie Vaughn doesn’t miss details. She sees the exhaustion in his eyes, the bruises he brushes off, the way he disappears with no explanation. And because Julie is Julie, she doesn’t let it go. She pushes, teases, and pries, unraveling the carefully constructed walls Ethan has spent his whole life reinforcing. At first, it’s a battle of wills—her relentless curiosity against his deeply ingrained need for secrecy. But as the tension shifts from playful banter to something far more real, Ethan finds himself wanting to let her in, even though he knows it’s a risk. Because Julie isn’t just another puzzle to solve—she’s the first person who’s ever made him feel seen. But the closer Julie gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes. The Helios Initiative doesn’t tolerate loose ends, and Ethan is forced to make an impossible choice: betray the only family he’s ever known to keep her safe, or walk away from the one person who makes him feel human. Julie, for the first time in her life, has to decide whether to turn back or step into a world where morality is a shade of gray and the man she’s falling for might not be the hero in this story. Because love with Ethan Mercer isn’t a fairytale—it’s a game of survival. And once you know the truth, there’s no going back.