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Dirty money from sick fucks that paid him handsomely to murder people he didn't even know personally and you were an accomplish just by knowing these facts and simply closing your eyes, ignorant as you were.

You tried to change the Hacker and each time the discussion was opened it all went downhill. So many times had you explained to him that with his immaculate abilities in informatical technology he could have any job into this domain.

The answer was always the same; he loved what he was doing, the killing, the chasing, and stalking, invading others' privacy, it was all a game, and your boyfriend got pleasure from doing his job.

Today it was another discussion about this problem and things started to get nasty really quick; you were pretty much exasperated.

"Look...I get the idea that you want to help me, doll....But I don't want help." the Hacker quoted with mocking fingers, sprawled on the couch as you were lecturing him, playing therapist with him was definitely a challenge because he was stubborn as hell.

"You way too good to do such things, Erron. It's not too late to change and lead a normal life. We can have a normal life." you began to ramble, concern, and solemnity in your voice to which the Hacker groaned in annoyance, his grey eyes apathetic looking at you.

"So you're not happy with me as it is? Jeez, [Name]....You can be such a fucking hypocrite sometimes." he said, getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of vodka.

"Listen, Erron...." you began, but were cut off as he turned around and gave you a look of pure disgust.

"No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch." he snarled, your eyes widening at the word he called you, something he never once did. Sure, you argued but calling you derogatory names? No, until now.

"You act like you know everything like you know what's good for me. When you agreed to begin this relationship you also agreed with my business so to speak...and you were pretty pleased with whatever I did for you, so don't act like a fucking hero here." he spoke to you in such a manner, venom lacing on every word, making you feel so small and insignificant.

"You're such a monster." The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them and that's when you hit a nerve because the next thing you found your back slammed against the fridge and a fist hitting the grey inox right next to your head.

His grey eyes, usually full of mischief and adoration were filled with rage and repugnance, his breathing harsh and lips pulled to show pearly whites like he was an animal.

Tears formed into your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks, not able to hold them in.

"Get the fuck out of my sight." he whispered and you quickly moved away from him.

You run out of the kitchen and right into your shared bedroom, locking the door and falling down against it, full-on sobbing at what happened. The look he gave you, maybe that's how he looked at the victims who tried to fight him? You weren't sure.

With slow steps, you walked towards the bed, falling against the soft mattress and hugging his pillow, the scent of his shampoo and aftershave hitting your senses and you began to cry harder.

Outside, the Hacker was laying on the couch, a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table as he watched tv, trying to distract himself, but the thoughts about you never once left his mind. He hated himself for what he said to you and how he acted, but he was also angry.

You were supposed to support him, be right next to him in whatever he did, but you decided to go against him and he felt betrayed. It was hard to have a relationship with him, but he guessed none was all in for dating a famous murderer, but you agreed, and now you changed your mind?

The rest of the day, you haven't got out of the bedroom, despite how hungry you were, but you didn't want to face Erron, knowing what might happen. A knock on the door pulled you out of your miserable self. On the other side was Erron with a plate of heated up burritos and a soda can. Reluctantly, you opened the door and your eyes landed on the prepared food.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his expression showing how tired and troubled he was, no anger in his face, more like distress.

Deciding that it was better to solve the problem, you opened the door more and allowed him inside, setting the plate of food on the nightstand and you instantly began to devour the food. Erron couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face at the sight; you were adorable even when you were eating like a little piggy.

Finishing the burrito, you took a big gulp of the soda, then looked at Erron a little unsure.

"I-I'm sorry." you whispered, looking down at your lap.

"Don't be." Erron replied, making you glance at him, curious about what he was going to say.

"I know things have been hectic and I cannot blame you for how you reacted. Others would have had it worse." he whispered.

"No. I should have been more supportive, after all, I agreed to everything when we started dating, but..." you quickly said, making Erron look at you curiously, eyebrow raised in question.

"I'm scared." you admitted.

"Scared of what? I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." he assured you, but you shake your head.

"I'm scared of losing you." you said with glassy eyes, feeling like you're going to cry again.

He scooped you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and hands rubbing your back in comfort.

"I'm afraid one day you're going to get caught and locked forever.....or worse. You're in so much danger, sometimes coming home with a stab or shot. It makes me scared one day you're not going to get back home." you confessed and he shushed you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'm not going to leave you. I promise that." he whispered, laying down on the bed with you in his arms, you silently sobbing until there were no more tears and you fell asleep.

He was watching you, admiring your features, and wondered how lucky he got to call you his, even with your fears; someone who actually cared about his well-being, but as it says....Old habits die hard.

Appearance:

Height: 6'3

Weight: 185 lbs

Body Type: Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Ivory

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: He has an undercut hairstyle, much longer on the top, with bangs covering sometimes one eye

Eye Color: Smokey grey, giving off eerily serene, sometimes studiously expressionless

Clothing: As his civilian persona, Xander prefers easy clothing that doesn't attract attention, keeping the image of a boring 30s male, he opts for dark jeans, T-shirts with symbols from video games or simple graphic T-shirts, and hoodies in colors of black, dark grey or light grey, dark blue. His shoes of choice are either vans or converse, comfortable and practical. Xander's clothing could be described as nerdy.

As his killer persona, he chooses black clothing or midnight dark blue, black converse, or black high Nikes, a bulletproof vest under his hoodie, utility belt where he has his holster with the bowie knife. He wears a neon blue Purge-like mask to hide his identity, and he upgraded the mask, installing mini-video cameras close to where his eyes are so that he can record any of his murders or information in order to blackmail.

Other features: He has a dragon tattoo on one of his pectorals, a tongue piercing and he has a cock piercing right on the tip also known as Prince Albert piercing, plus his scrotum ring piercing. He also has blue braces. He also has some faint freckless on his nose and around.

Face Claim: Desmond Harrington

Weapons: Bowie Knife, Beretta 92 Gun, Wilson Combat EDC X9

Scent: He wears Dior Men Cologne Sauvage, the fragrance is announced as radically fresh, raw and noble at the same time. Top notes are Calabrian bergamot and Pepper; middle notes are Sichuan Pepper, Lavender, Pink Pepper, Vetiver, Patchouli, Geranium and elemi; base notes are Ambroxan, Cedar and Labdanum. Other notes of his scent would be tabacoo, a sugary energy drink smell.

Favorite Food: McDonalds, Subway and Burritos

Favorite Drink: Energy drinks, especially the Monster Energy Drink ones

Power/Skills:

Great knowledge in IT and hacking

Torture methodology

Driving skills

Stealth/Evasion

Skilled usage of weaponry

Bulletproof outfit

High intelligence

Manipulation

Computer skills

Murderous expertise

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Gunmanship

Psychopathic nature

Fearlessness

Ruthlessness

Airplane Pilot Skills

History/Bio:

The man known as the infamous Hacker was long ago someone completely different.

Xander Shawn Rivera was born into a suburban neighborhood close to New York City, along with his little sister Chloe, their parents being Neil Rivera, their father who worked as a police officer of New York City, and their mother Olivia Rivera working for a company in New York into the logistic department.

Xander had a normal childhood, until when he was 14 when his mother left him, his sister, and his father for a rich man. Neil took care of the two kids, and because his mother left them, Xander started to hold a huge grudge on her, especially that his sister, Chloe told him many times that their mother would come back, and Xander got even more hate on his mother when she wouldn't come to visit them; never present for Chloes birthdays, holidays and such.

In high school, Xander was considered the biggest nerd; awkward and unsure of himself, he was a prime target for the popular kids. He wasn't the strongest in the physical department, being fairly tall for his age and a slender guy, he focused his attention more on learning, especially in the IT, technology, and robotic department of the school.

Being more captured by the cybernetic life, he spends all his free time learning how to hack, getting deeper into the Dark Web. First, he opened an online drug store and in time he started to do trafficking with dangerous weapons too. His father being at work most of the time, he had all the privacy he needed, and none had any suspicions of what he was doing, being seen as the non-interesting guy with social awkward skills.

In the last year of high school, one night while he was working, Xander received a call from the New York Police, telling him how his father was gunned down during an investigation with a drug-dealing gang.

With his father dead and his sister completely devasted, not to mention a plan for what he will do after he finishes high school, Xander came to a blocking point, and his sister left him too, to go live with their mother and her boyfriend, the rich asshole.

Being left all alone, Xander finished high school and took the job position in the USA army in the security and IT department, since all his reviews were exceptional. After a few years of working for the USA army, learning along how to fight, use weapons, and how to fly an airplane, he decided to quit, not satisfied enough with what his line of work offered him. The superiors treated him like shit and he was viewed just as their lap dog.

After he gave up on the army, he got a job at a New York company, but behind the boring nerdy civilian, Xander developed a new persona, that he earned from all around the Dark Web; The Hacker alias Erron.

Continuing with the illegal stores on the dark internet, he also got intrigued by the more horrible parts, like killing, assassins, torture, porn gore, and the list goes on.

Xander understood that there on Dark Web, he had full control of everything, it was his Kingdom and he was the King, he could be whatever he wanted there and he had all the skills and tricks... And his killer persona turned out to be one of the most wanted international criminals in and outside the USA.

Personality:

As his civilian self, Xander is an introvert to say so, not indulging himself too much in social activities, but he still shows high confidence even as his normal persona. He prefers to keep to himself, being the boring and nerdy Xander Shawn Rivera that is pretty much invisible. It's an image he chose to keep in order not to raise any suspicions of who he really is. Despite being a Master in hacking and IT, he doesn't show it when it comes to his civilian line of work. He has a quote that goes like this: 'Never show your true potential just to be a cheap showoff. Wait for the perfect moment to strike.'

As his killer persona, like most murderers in horror movies, he shares their traits. He is sneaky, intelligent, cruel, aggressive, sadistic, destructive, and brutish by nature. He has no morality, his base of operation being on the Deep Web, where he is doing business. He scops up victims in various ways; down from online dating sites, to posing as a simple seller of a car or phone; he knows what to say to find out more about his victims. Once he tracks you down, he will know everything about you; your name, age, address and even hacking your webcam to cyberstalk you, finding the perfect moment to strike.

As the Hacker, he is very confident, playful, manipulative, and always has a plan B up his sleeves, and if plan B doesn't work, well... get ready for plan C.

The biggest trick is that you don't know anything about who the Hacker is, but he knows everything about you. He is the guy that invades your privacy and knows all your secrets, using all the information against his victims or people that dare to get in his way.

The Hacker is unpredictable, ruthless when he has to be, and extremely possessive of what he owns, because he worked hard for it, and this results in another intense trait of his personality; he is a big workaholic, sometimes forgetting to sleep and eat, especially when he has a huge deal to finish.

The Hackers street smarts and charisma is unmatched and he is one of the toughest criminals to ever walk the streets of America and surfing through the dark web. As the Hacker, he finds it much easier to talk, flirt, and get close to women. It's not necessarily that he is self-conscious, because he is not, and he has an explanation for why as his civilian self he avoids getting too close to the dating game.

'I have to be boring and awkward as to not raise suspicions, besides... why would I need a girlfriend to stick her nose into my business and fuck up everything? Pussy I can find and get anytime and anywhere I want. Thank you very much, motherfucker.'

He also shows traits of narcissism or egomania, loving to be complimented for his work and achievements, hen loves to be praised and acknowledges by those around him that he is the best, which clashes when he has to put on the good civilian mask and pretend he doesn't want to gut everyone's necks around him.

A psychopathic madman with a lust for blood and to be the best in everything he does, he can be considered a big perfectionist, but not in all domains. For example, he is a lame cook and always prefers to get take-outs or food that can be heated into the microwave. He doesn't have time to sleep, much less to spend his time at the stove.

Erron is very blunt and to the point in his conversations, and won't hesitate to tell someone how stupid they are. He lacks empathy and he doesn't work like other people; he is very logical and will use his brain/mind more so than his heart.

All in all, both Xander and Erron are one and the same person, switching personalities.

Crimes:

Stalking

Terrorism

Selling illegal weapons and drugs

Torture

Grand Theft Auto

Mutilations

Kidnapping

Snuff Filming

Blackmailing

Drug/Weapon trafficking

Quotes of The Hacker:

'I see you.'

'Lets see who pays the most.'

'I got many things that may interest you. Drugs, Guns, Maybe a young woman. Lets negociate.'

'I am everywhere.'

'Yes. I got your wife. You should have seen her face when I fucked her.'

'You will never win this game.'

'You think you can catch me? The police tried for years. Good luck, pal.'