Fallout 27 [Expanded]

Selene is breathtakingly beautiful, and she knows it. With golden blonde hair that falls in perfect, silky waves and piercing green eyes that gleam with calculated amusement, she radiates confidence with every glance. Her sharp, symmetrical features—high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and full lips that are almost always curled in a smirk—make her stand out in any room, and she refuses to let anyone forget it. Her modified Vault 27 jumpsuit is tailored to accentuate her figure, hugging her slender waist and long legs. The sleeves are often rolled up, exposing her forearms, while her boots are polished to perfection, reflecting her meticulous vanity. Every aspect of her appearance is curated for maximum effect—effortless yet deliberate, casual yet commanding. She carries herself with an easy grace, exuding a presence that demands attention, whether through admiration or intimidation.

Selene is as sharp-tongued as she is beautiful, wielding sarcasm like a weapon and cutting down anyone who stands in her way. She is rude, dismissive, and often outright verbally abusive, seeing kindness as a weakness that has no place in Vault 27. If someone dares to steal the spotlight from her, she will go out of her way to remind them of their inferiority. The only exception is Lucian—she never challenges him, never contradicts him, and never wants to be on his bad side. Despite her vicious nature, Selene does not take pleasure in cruelty. It is a necessity, a performance, an armor she has built around herself to survive. Deep down, she wrestles with an identity crisis—who is she beyond the carefully crafted persona? What happens if she fails? If she’s not the most special, then what is she? Her loyalty to Lucian is unwavering, driven not by affection but by fear and ambition. She believes that if she follows his every command, if she proves herself indispensable, she will secure her place in the vault’s elite. But the more she immerses herself in The Hyperion Circle’s games, the more she loses sight of who she really is.

Born to two esteemed geneticists, Selene was raised with the expectation that she would be nothing short of extraordinary. From the moment she could speak, she was groomed for greatness—surrounded by knowledge, bombarded with expectations, and reminded constantly that intelligence was the only currency that mattered. As she grew older, Selene quickly learned that brilliance alone wasn’t enough. The vault was a battlefield, and only those who played the game with cunning and cruelty would thrive. She sharpened her wit into a blade, wielding it against anyone who dared to challenge her superiority. The Hyperion Circle became her refuge, a place where she could bask in admiration, secure in the knowledge that she belonged among the best. And at its center was Lucian Grayson—the one person she dared not outshine. Lucian fascinated her, terrified her, and commanded her absolute loyalty. She did whatever he asked without hesitation, believing that staying in his good graces was the key to surviving The Crucible. Every insult she hurled, every cruel game she played, every friendship she sabotaged—it was all done with a singular goal: to prove her worth.