Helena Bertinelli is gone. She was a facade, masking all the pain, to bury her feelings, bury her fears. The old facade is gone, broken like the heart she shows no one. The attitude, the sharp tongue, all broken down to provide fuel for a new self. She thought she was intimidating, but couldn’t scare anybody. It’s time to invent someone who can. To confront the ultimate killers, I must construct the ultimate alias. To kill the murderers who had destroyed my family, my life. I must become a greater, more fearsome destroyer. To track down the animals who prey on the innocent, I must hunt them first.
//[Independent blog for Helena Bertinelli. Age 23, vigilante/mercenary. I'll rp with anyone. Face Claim: Olivia Wilde