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“Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment — that which they cannot anticipate.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War

It was based on this principle that Hans was raised in the midst of a middle class family in Berlin. To anticipate what others would think or do in order to succeed in life. Being the only son of a conservative family, Hans education was always based around the pillar of the family: His father. What he said was the law. Talking back wouldn’t be approved in any way. His duty to his family was to become someone better than they were. To aim for greater flights and succeed where others would fail. Despite growing up believing that he was indeed destined to high flights, Hans was also a submissive boy. He would never talk back to his father, obeying his every whim with a mere “Yes, Sir.” If his father would say jump, he was only allowed to ask “How high?”. So when his father told him that he should follow a career of power and influence, Hans didn’t need to think twice: Politics.

“He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War

Hans enrolled college with a scholarship upon being valedictorian on high school. His ways with words were just as deadly as his looks. Charming. Deceiving. Manipulative. He would read someone just like his father had taught him and act accordingly to their desires. Wasn’t that what politicians did? In his freshman year, Hans found himself in a strange relationship with his Economics teacher. Considering Economics wasn’t his strongest point, he had used his other talents (his looks) to get a better score at the tests. That resulted in a forbidden relationship not only due to the fact that they were teacher and student but also due to the fact that his teacher was into BDSM. A submissive that seeked a Master. A owner. Someone who would take care of him for a change. Dominate him. Boss him. That sparked Hans curiosity. For someone who had been submissive all of his life, the power of deciding what to do and take charge of his own actions and aspirations was as sweet and hypnotic as any drug. Hans stripped his former submissive side, the side that his father had created for easy manipulation and control… and embraced his own power and dominance. He would be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn’t need to take orders from anyone.

“If your opponent is of choleric temper,  seek to irritate him.  Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War

As soon as Hans started the secretive BDSM relationship with his teacher, his curiosity grew. He enjoyed the power that he held over others. The choice of making them feel the most excruciating of punishments… or the most blissful of pleasures. He wouldn’t need to bow down to anyone ever again. From there to start attending to secret meetings in a underground BDSM club in Berlin was a mere jump. Everything about that world was intriguing and arousing. The leather. The toys. The submissive wanting nothing else but to please him. Hans got himself a pet for a week… When he wasn’t studying or his with teacher, he was attending to his pet. The man would obey his every command. He would please him in ways he didn’t even knew it was possible. His hunger for power grew. Experimenting the dominant side changed Hans. Instead of using his skills to become invisible and please everyone, he would use them to make others please him and he would reward them in kind. By his graduation day… Hans was a full fledged Master in one of the most exclusive BDSM dungeons in Berlin.

“Ponder and deliberate before you make a move.” – Sun Tzu; The Art of War

Axel Møller.The first thing that comes to your mind is that the name is foreign. That much is true, because he is the son of a wealthy Danish couple. His father was a dentist who managed to find work in Canada, bringing over a socialite mother who worked as a seamstress in her spare time. All three of them would eventually get Canadian citizenship. While Denmark wasn’t a bad country at all, they simply felt that North American life would present more opportunities to their young son. With that in mind Axel grew up with what was possibly the best childhood he could imagine. Constant vacations around the world, video games whenever he wanted, two parents that loved him… when he looks back he certainly doesn’t think that he was set up for anything bad to happen to him.

His adolescence is something that he considers fairly normal. High school life comes fairly easily to him; he’s popular and manages to get some good genetics and brains on the side. So his life at that point basically consisted of three major parts. He has his friends, because he needs to keep up socially. He has schoolwork, because he’s consistently been at the top of his class and that’s something he’s able to take a large amount of pride in. Finally, keeping true to his European roots he plays tennis. It’s relaxing, he’s good at it… and he starts to realize exactly how much he likes it when the shirts of his coach, teammates, and competitors ride up just a little when they’re playing in a match. At first he’s confused, but after doing the stupid kid move of “accidentally” putting his coach’s warm up shirt in his bag just so he can jerk off to the smell… it became pretty obvious that he was gay.

From there on in he finds that his life has became more complicated. He doesn’t want to tell anybody, because quite frankly he doesn’t think that it’s anyone’s business to know but his own. High school became a hell, because he’s hiding it and people are constantly asking why he isn’t interested in dating. “I’m just not” he’d defend every single time, yet people doubted him. He really wasn’t – he was focused on his grades anyway, so it’s like he waslying. Just omitting a big part. Even with all the stress he manages to graduate the top of his class with the adoration of his peers. His parents are proud. As soon after the ceremony all he can think of is how he lied to them all those years and he spills the secret about his sexuality. They said that they already knew, which sort of pisses him off but he doesn’t push it. He has their love and he was off to a top university so he could prepare for the next stage in his life, getting into med school.

He remembers that his dad cautions against telling anybody about his sexuality. Axel doesn’t understand why. He’s going to a big university that’s a melting pot of culture, clearly a gay man would be able to fit in just as well, wouldn’t he? He quickly learns exactly how naive of a world view that is, once a few young men were talking about the “faggot” that lived down their hallway, spouting stupid crap about how they didn’t want him after their dicks. Axel wants to say something, to protect this young man that he’s never even met but he just finds himself discouraged. His father was right. He’s plunged into a hungering depression about it. He doesn’t want to fear it for his entire life, so he tells people then and there only to get “But I wouldn’t of guessed” or “Really? I don’t believe you”. It’s better than nothing, right? He still hates it, but at least he’s out to friends and that… had to be something. He finishes his undergrad and goes through medical school with aims of being one of the best neurosurgeons in the world. It was a hot market, and he had the skill and the brains (much to his amusement) to pull it off.

Actually getting placed at a hospital is when thinks start to go rocky. He’s a smart guy and manages to do his practice under a neurosurgeon without much hitch. He’s praised for his precision and ability, although scorned at the fact that he can’t integrate well with his peers. He’s too cold and critical was a complaint, but he tried to shrug it off. He tries to integrate with his peers; he even shares his secret with them. He never forgets hearing “Can’t believe a fag could make it through medical school” in the break room. Even as a professional he couldn’t be treated seriously. He vows to show up every surgeon in his damn department.

He made it through and gained a reputation for being one of the most skilled yet young neurosurgeons on the planet. It would be good, if he hadn’t fucked up majorly one day. The face of a young girl with a terrible condition haunts his dreams. Her condition was serious and Axel could have completely fucked up everything if he didn’t pay attention. He manages to get it through for the most part… although he makes a small error at the end. “It’s a condition that can come back; I’ve only prolonged it for as long as I could.” Her family thanks him. She dies a few years later, although if Axel hadn’t screwed it up she could have made it at least ten more without the condition popping up again. Upon his error he destroys all evidence that could convict him and he hoards some for himself. A grim reminder. From then on he gets discouraged, but for the most part he’s still good… only a few mistakes every now and again. It was just a shame that a doctor isn’t the kind of person to be in a position to make a mistake when lives were on the line.

Biography:

Telling the story of Marshall’s life is more complicated than it might seem to somebody who is not familiar with the young man’s secrets and the hidden parts of his past. The most important thing to know about his childhood, in order to actually understand Marshall, is that those first years of his life had been a complete lie. Born under the name Marshall Crixus Caldwell, the boy grew up very lonely. His mother had never been a part of his life, apparently having died in childbirth and leaving Marshall to grow up with just his father. Although Maximilian had made sure that his son would grow up with everything he needed - or at least with what the Harvard professor decided to be necessary. So instead of having the support of a loving parent, Marshall was made sure to get the best education possible. With Maximilian often absent in Boston and his son growing up mostly without him in Yonkers, New York, the Caldwell boy had to learn early how to stand on his own feet. Sure, he had nannies and private teachers and people like that who were keeping him company, but Marshall still became more and more lonely over the years, not only craving more of his father’s presence but also suffering greatly from the fact that he had to grow up without a mother, the elder lady working for him and his father as a housekeeper barely being a sufficient replacement.

With the combination of his excellent education (and bright mind) and his needs to socialize, networking became a great interest of Marshall’s the older he got. He was a polite and charming young man, often far from innocent but always cunning enough not to let anyone ever get a glimpse of what was really going on in his head. When he finally convinced his father to let the home schooling have an end and trade his private tutors in for a prestigious boarding school in New York, there was a reason why the young Caldwell joined the theatre club after classes. Acting wasn’t exactly a passion of his, making useful connections and using them to his advantage being much more to his liking, but at least he was able to perfect his abilities of hiding his own true thoughts and plans while reading those of others in the littlest movements of their face. It was like reading somebody’s mind, or at least it was as close to that as it could possibly get. Marshall was thrilled by this, using his own charme to make others spill their secrets, while always lying about his own. Lying was only one of his many talents, and the older he got, the more talented he discovered himself to be in various fields. His social skills were only one part of the picture, and they led him to other fields of interest. By the time of his highschool graduation, Marshall was known as an excellent poker player, able to detect his opponents’ emotions while hiding his own perfectly - and most importantly, he had learned the lesson that not every battle needed to be fought. The infinite world of the internet was another one of his many fields of interest, as Marshall was intrigued by the seemingly endless possibilites of people connecting via the web. A paradise for a social person like himself, and a paradise he was going to exploit.

Originally, Marshall had planned to attend Harvard, not only because it was such a prestiguous university but also because he secretly craved to have more time around his father, who hurt him by insisting that Marshall chose another college instead. It was around this time that the young man first grew suspicious of Maximilian, although he was not aware yet how his life was going to be turned upside down eventually. Instead, he decided to follow his father’s wishes and applied for Columbia University instead, studying Psychology with a few Business classes as well. However, he did not wait until graduation to pursue his plans, knowing exactly how he was going to combine his many talents to build one success story. It was during his college days that 69wins.com was born - a website that started out as a small online poker platform used mostly by the students of Columbia, but was eventually going to become one of the most successful gambling websites in the United States, all thanks to Marshall Caldwell’s ambition, and of course his social contacts. Gaining allies in whatever he did was his specialty, and so he paid others to write pointless essays (always double-checking them though, as he just couldn’t trust other people’s skills) and recruited his hottest friends to seduce some foreign students into what was known as one of the dirtiest orgies in the history of Columbia University. Of course nobody ever knew that Marshall Caldwell had organized this sinner’s feast, as even back then he had already learned to pull the strings in the background rather than doing the dirty work in public.

Meanwhile, he had not forgotten about his growing suspicion regarding his father. Maximilian grew more and more distant the older and more independent Marshall got, and the young Caldwell was beginning to suspect that his father, whom he had always looked up to and dearly missed, actually was hiding something from him. Uncovering the man’s secret was easier than Marshall would’ve ever expected, and it was ironic how simply one could find out about something so severe. All it took was a few calls, and a friend’s friend called up an acquaintance of his who broke into Maximilian’s office at Harvard. Stealing nothing, of course, but instead going through the man’s belongings carefully - and the result was ripping Marshall’s world apart.

To say that his father had been lying to him was a massive understatement. In fact, Maximilian was actually leading a double life - Caldwell not even being his real surname. The man who called himself Marshall’s father was actually called Maximilian Calahan, which made his son Marshall Crixus Calahan, youngest of four. Yes, that was the part that made him almost throw up during his research: Not only was his father married - Marshall immediately despised the bitch that was Morgana Calahan - but he had also three other sons. All of them older than Marshall himself, which meant they had existed all his life… and what a life they had had. He found so many pictures online, his father looking so proud of those boys - mostly the older two, smiling into the camera so damn often, which made the young Caldwell/Calahan hate them even more. He was stunned by this new information about his father, about himself, about his whole life being a complete lie… But he didn’t know what to do about it. There was something holding back, and as a psychology major it didn’t take Marshall long to figure out it was his own love for his father that made him hesitate. He hated that man for exiling him, for neglecting him, for repudiating him - but he couldn’t help but feel a connection to Maximilian anyway. He just couldn’t confront him about what he had found out… so he was stuck with his dreams of revenge, bound to be unfulfilled.

But then, shortly after his college graduation, the big day came. The day Marshall Crixus Calahan was unleashed, taking over for Marshall Caldwell, at least in the young man’s own mind. The tragic death of Maximilian and Morgana Calahan in an accident was an event Marshall did ironically only find out about via the internet - his father having closed him off so much that not even the police knew about Maximilian’s illegitimate son and thus didn’t reach out to contact him. When he read the short article about the Calahan’s sudden death (“They are survived by their three sons”), Marshall was taking a minute to grieve over the loss of the man who raised him, before he let the joy take over as the bitch had gotten what she deserved. Morgana was rotting in hell now, and soon enough so would her sons, nothing holding Marshall back now. The Calahans were going to regret that they had lived the life he never got to live, with loving parents and not bound to absolute loneliness. There was only one son supposed to wear this name with pride - and that was Marshall Crixus Calahan, who was now plotting his revenge slowly and carefully.

It took him almost a year before an opportunity presented itself to start bringing his brothers down. A blonde, slutty opportunity by the name of Isaac Rowley. Knowing Isaac’s parents through his numerous contacts, Marshall had soon discovered that the guy was not only a complete whore, but also a loyal customer of 69wins.com - unfortunately though, Isaac was far worse a player than himself. The boy was one of the many people who got greedy and never were able to stop, and so he ended up with a huge amount of debts, money that Marshall was happy to lend him. Isaac didn’t realize at the time that the young entrepeneur was very much aware of the slut’s special ways to pay his debts, and it was Marshall who suggested the boy go to Hawaii, where the Calahans had just settled down. His plan worked slowly, but steadily, and his instincts had not failed him. Just like he had expected, a magnificent body and a big wallet were attracting Isaac to Marcus Calahan, and although it took about a year, this little slut was starting to make his oldest brother’s reputation crumble. Marshall wasn’t going to miss the death blow though, and so he decided to make his way to the town of Kingsfall, where both Isaac Rowley and the Calahan brothers were living oh-so-peacefully… but he was about to declare war and bring them down. This wasn’t just a game of poker. This was personal. This was a battle that had to be fought.

Biography:

Those who know Roman today would probably be surprised to find out that he was born and raised in a perfectly respectable home. A stay at home mother and a father who worked full time in the police force. No sad stories about how he wasn’t given enough attention or how he went without. No neglect. Roman wasn’t even a bad kid. He had his social life but he wasn’t the type to be where he wasn’t supposed to. In fact, he was always home by dinner to sit at the table with his family. Not exactly valedictorian, he wasn’t exactly in the bottom percentage, either. He was an achiever and didn’t like the idea of unfinished business. His senior year, a new girl was enrolled at his high school, easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and he wasted no time in introducing himself. Before anyone knew it, they became an item and one of the most fawned after couples on campus.

Still 17 when he graduated, his father got him started on training for the police academy. It wasn’t just something his father wanted him to do. It was something Roman wanted to do as well. His father was a hero in the narcotics department, risking his life with the dangers of undercover jobs to bring down drug rings. Roman wanted to be apart of that. He wanted a hand in making the streets clean and safe. When he turned 18, he married his high school sweetheart, Charlotte,  and just after, he was accepted into the police academy. It turned out he took after his father in the abilities it took to be a damn good cop. He had the special determination that had him graduating at the top of the police academy. However, all the hard work he put into becoming a cop was all for nothing.

In celebration of getting into the police force, Roman’s friends took out for a night of partying. Mostly field parties and such, considering they were still underage for drinking. It was the first time he really indulged in drinking more than just a couple, but when one of his friends showed him a stash of drugs he had, Roman immediately refused and even told him off for the simple fact that he was now a cop and was going to be in narcotics for that matter. The friend apologized and Roman forgave him and the ordeal was blown over. The night progressed with heavy drinking and while in the backseat of his friend’s car, he passed out drunk… and woke up in a holding cell at the station. He came to find out by the precinct captain… his boss… that the driver of the car robbed a liquor store, and that when they were pulled over, Roman had several bags of assorted drugs on him. Marijuana, coke, heroine, and ecstasy. Just from the ecstasy alone, each pill on him was an involuntary manslaughter charge of five years.  Roman was flipping out. He had no part in any of it and no matter how many times in different ways he said it, the captain couldn’t do anything about it, even though he knew Roman well enough to know he was innocent.

Then came in his father, who was livid with Roman. He proceeded to yell at him because his entire career was over before he even got to start it. Roman had to sit there and listen to how disappointed his father was in him for his choices before he spoke up and defended himself. It wasn’t his choices that got him into this mess but his sad ass so called friends. They made him take the fall for all of them. At least when it came to the drug charges. He also had a “guilty by association” charge from the robbery, but the drugs were enough to keep him from entering into the force. As if that wasn’t enough to shred all the dignity he had, he was booked and sent to prison. At first, Roman kept to himself. He still wanted nothing to do with trouble, despite the anger inside him, really finding out who his friends were, and in his case, he had none. After awhile though, he started to come around to some of the other inmates, just small talk and what not, but then conversations with a small group of three men got more interesting. They were in the business of drugs and they tried to talk to him about it but Roman shook his head and walked away. The less he knew the better. A couple weeks inside, and he was surprised by the visit of his wife, who let him know she was pregnant.

A couple days after that, he had a hearing where he found out that his multiple year sentence that could have easily turned out to be life was just reduced to a year, possibly out in less on good behavior. With that news as well as knowing he was going to be a father, he needed to think fast. His career as a narcotics officer was out the window. He needed a new career. Charlotte’s parents were very wealthy but all be damned if he was going to let someone else pay for the expenses of his wife and child like he was a bum. That’s when he reconsidered hearing out the guys about the drugs. He listened to all they had to say, hearing them out on all the mistakes they made so he could avoid them. All the things he needed to know. His wife was there regularly on visitor’s day, trying to include Roman in all she could on their conception. He got to see ultrasound printouts, and they discussed baby names but none thrown out seemed quite right to settle. Then after a doctor’s appointment three and a half months in, she returned to him to let him know that they were having a girl. Without missing a beat, Roman knew what he wanted to name their daughter. Rebekah.

Already his unborn little girl was his focus, as well as getting back to his beautiful wife. He was ready for the moment they’d let him out, thanks to the help of that group of inmates. Of course, he didn’t let Charlotte into what his plan was. He already had a cover job set in fancy wood carvings, from figures to furniture,  which was a trade he learned from his grandfather while growing up. A favorite pastime. Six months later, he got word from the warden himself that Rebekah Anne Province was born.  It was bittersweet because of course it made him happy to know she was well and healthy but he should have been there with Charlotte to see her born. He didn’t let that get him down though, and went about on his good behavior until two months later, when he was let out on good behavior.

He wasted no time in getting into the underground world of drug dealing, as well as trafficking. He had a family and he needed the financial foundation to supply them with the best. While under the guise of making custom woodwork for people, he was making contacts and once he got enough money made, he began hiring. Dealers, debt collectors, enforcers, and personal security for family. By day he was model husband and father. By night, after he put Rebekah to bed himself, he was a rising name in the world of narcotics, and a dangerous man. Often he was the one who dealt with the buyers who tried to shaft him, or those who tried to take his business, gaining the reputation of reciting a poem or sonnet, or something of that nature, right before sending a bullet between the eyes. Even the ones who had been in the business for quite some time were thinking twice of messing with him. There was no showing him the ropes. Roman knew them, and even made his own.

When Rebekah was two years old, just two years into his successful drug ring, Roman got word from his head of security that he caught Charlotte with one of the personal bodyguards on tape… and it was a very frequent thing. Roman was enraged, but he kept his calm and charm, up until he was able to set up catching her in with the fool himself. Taking a trip out to the swamp, he made Charlotte watch as he butchered the man’s body in front of her, and then shot her. Both bodies were tossed to the gators and nothing more was said about either of them. He convinced her parents that she left him and ran off with a low profile businessman, where she didn’t have to deal with the burden of a child. It wasn’t the truth, but derived from it. Charlotte was constantly pissed at him for caring more about Rebekah than he cared about her, which Roman never denied.

It was easier than he thought it would be to raise his daughter on his own. Sure there were hardships but Roman handled them well, at least until she was getting older and growing into a beautiful young woman. The spitting image of her mother.  Beautiful blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would drive any man crazy… and he didn’t like it at all. She was his princess and the very thought of some punk putting his hands on her was enough to have him seeing red on it’s own. He spoiled her in every aspect, but he was very strict when it came to boys and dating. Anyone who had the nerve to want to be involved with his Rebekah had to go through him. They should have the decency to want to ask his permission anyway. None of them passed, though, and many ran off scared. It was worth dealing with Rebekah being pissed off at him because no daughter of his was going to just leave with some boy who would more than likely end up expecting things out of her. No one was good enough for her. She was out of everyone’s league.

No matter how many boys he ran off from her, the father-daughter bond between Roman and Rebekah was still strong. She was still Daddy’s Little Girl and he pampered her with all she wanted. He never let her in on what he did to her mother. All she knew was that she wasn’t there. She left them and Roman was glad to see that Rebekah wasn’t affected by it. Why would she? His princess had everything she could ever want. Everything except a man, though she found out the hard way why. At 20 years old, she slipped out of the mansion unnoticed and went on her first date. Late that night he got a call from her in tears. The guy had taken forceful advantage of her and he left her stranded in her torn dress. He only asked two questions: Where are you and what is his name? He picked her up and got her into the house under the safety of their security and went and took care of the man who dared to put his hands on daughter, making it look like a freak accident.

Biography: 

Leon was born on June 2, 1985, in a small island between the Aegean Sea and the Mediterranean. There was only one village in that island, the one where he was born. His father was an Italian man, and his mother native to the Greek island. Every week,his father would take the family’s fishing boat and would go to the mainland to shop for basic things they couldn’t find in the island. It was a simple life, but Leon was happy.

His father was a man that loved to travel, and so was Leandros. They moved from Greece to Italy, when Leo was ten. When he turned eighteen, they moved to France. At twenty years of age, Leon moved on his own to London. There, he learned to speak English. The city was his home for two years, until he decided to buy his own boat, and sailed through the world. After five years of travelling around, having gone to most of the countries in the Mediterranean coast and the Caribbean Sea, Leandros found himself on the coast of Canada. Always trying for new things, he decided to go further inland, and fell in love with the country.

Eventually, he came across Kingsfall. He didn’t stay for long, but came back, and decided to settle here. He bought a small studio apartment, and started searching for a job. He had never been to college, but he had had plenty of different jobs, such as bartender, waiter, mechanic, personal trainer, and he had even taught Greek when he was in London.