Roel storie

What A Beautiful Love? (Is this?!) -BlacknWhite_Maknae

Agent Roël was kidnapped at age 5, she was trained to be a fighter. Then at age 10 her captors inserted a serum into her and a large group of other kidnapped children's bodies. The serum gave each trained child a different magical power. At age 14 Agent Roël was rescued from her captors by a Superhero organisation who then with her permission trained her to be a secret agent. The Superhero organisation set her off on all kinds of different tasks that would either be rather simple or be life threatening. Now she has to go on a mission that involves her going up against a familiar face. A face of a boy who got left behind.

Read about Clara's life, about Clara's dark secrets and how she met Roel .

She is a muse, but you can never tell by just looking at her. Her brown-black hair contrasts against her eyes,that are wide, dark, and vibrant all at once,also,her lips always seem to be set in a moody pout. She seems quiet for the most part,and is always kind to anyone and everyone,even those who give her grief; in her own way. Her name,Marilyn Clent. She just knows from that one walk,and that one conversation that will be one tough cookie to crack. Roel is not proving easy to read. Which upsets Marylin, because she hats to admit it but, she loves being right when it comes to the highly predictable qualities of other humans. He is a poet, but you can never tell by just listening to him. He has a Kurt Cobain profile, chin-length,toasty brown hair, murky brown eyes,and the slightest cleft in his chin. His personality is just short of obnoxious,but he is a good friend,and protective over those he truly cares for. His name,Roel Lews. He thinks of Marylin again and how she enchanted him in a weird way. She seemed a bit awkward,and is probably clumsy,he thinks. Even still, she seemed to move about effortlessly. He has a feeling,that he will see her again. So begins- "The Ballad of Marilyn and Roel." Inspired by: Circles-All Time Low Unanswered questions would be the only thing to stop them now. He was the poet while she was the muse, But she had a pen that she knew how to use. With a touch of redemption, a hint of elation; A recipe for disaster...? Copyright (c) Shawn P. Turner-Jahoda