File #23984
Luna Solis: daughter of Niall Horan and Jamie Solis, age 25, multicolored eyes (brown and green), 5'8", 135 lbs.
I know what you're thinking. Why is your last name Solis if your fathers name is Horan? Fun fact, growing up I started questioning that too. Being the curious person that I am, I asked my father why that was. I was sixteen at the time. I kind of deserved an explanation, right? It never came to mind until Luke asked me about it.
Never in my life did I think I would hate my dad with such a living passion.
He told me and I quote, "Your mom and I weren't married when she had you. She didn't even know I was your father. She gave you her last name and I decided to keep it that way."
It wasn't that made me mad though. At age ten, my "mom", dad, and my uncle Dan explained to me that I wasn't really Lillie's child, after I overheard them talking about it. I grew up calling this woman my mom. She was my mother and now she's just someone my dad married. That's not even close to the messed up part of all this. Apparently, my real mother was brutally murdered by four psycho maniacs when I around six months old, not even a year old, in Seattle. Did I mention she was pregnant too? I was ten, so I reacted like any other child and cried. I easily found out that I hated being lied too. I hated it. I got over it, but I no longer saw Lillie as my mother, but as someone who just cared for me.
At eighteen I still didn't see her as a mother. I remembered asking Lillie if Luke was actually her son too, or if he was someone else's kid like I was.
Long story short, Lillie had a boyfriend who she had sexual intercourse with before he committed suicide. All that he left her was Luke, their child. She named him after Luke, her ex-boyfriend, in memory of him. Afterwards, Lillie and my dad started to grow feelings for each other and got together. She was pregnant with my dad's baby when I was around six. I remember feeling her stomach, but one night she came home and told me that her baby decided to go live with the angels instead of with them. Around twelve I finally understood what she meant.
My dad always told me that my mom and him never had anything special. So yeah, my dad basically told me that my mom was a whore. At least that's how I interpreted it. However, something my uncle Dan said caught my attention. Apparently, my mom had some "secret lover" named Zayn, who I guess disappeared after my mom died. I kind of wanted to meet this Zayn guy, just to talk to him about my mom. I bet he knows more about her than my own uncle does.
So I started to investigate, which is where my love for criminal justice began. Ever since then, I wanted to be both a detective and a cop. Start off as a cop, work my way up to a detective. Luna, Police Detective. Sounds good, huh? My dream is to be in the S.W.A.T. team or have my own detective "reality" show, but I'll keep dreaming for now. Living in L.A. wasn't hard, it just sucked. With Lillie being an O.B. Nurse and my dad being a big business owner, I didn't really have that many connections with people who worked in criminal justice.
I remembered how my dad always went to Seattle a few times each year. He owns a car dealership there, so I went with him once. My grandpa, from my dad's side, now rests in peace. He left his business to my dad. I never found out what happened to my other grandpa, from my mom's side. I didn't really care. Uncle Dan said he was horrible anyways. The only problem was that it was all the way in Seattle, so we had to travel. Park & Lot is what it's called. It's kind of like a car dealership. Anyways, he told me that he knew a couple of people who had experience in what I wanted to be. We all stayed in Seattle for a month in the summer and I got to know Sheriff Gorden pretty well. I got to go there every summer with my dad and just learn some stuff.
Well, it turned out that my lovely father found the reason behind my interest for becoming a cop. Truth is, I kind of did enjoy this whole cop detective thing, but my main reason had always been to find the four murders who killed my mother. When my dad told me that they were all dead, my hopes and my interest for being a police detective went away. What sucked was that by this point I had already graduated and had my diploma in my hand. I thought for weeks on whether I wanted to continue this or not. Then that Zayn fellow came to mind. Might as well try to find him if everyone else is dead, right?
