The Brofessional

Bossy. Controlling. Manipulative. Sadistic. Violent. Selfish. A hair-trigger temper and so easily jealous her middle name should be Green. From the beginning, Candy was an absolute fighter. Born first of her and her twin sister, Emma, she nearly killed her mother during birth.

Candice and Emiline were polar opposites. Both born with golden locks, and movie-worthy appearances. But Candy was what some described as inherently evil. Even as young as pre-school, Candy was picking fights, torturing the neighbours cat, and getting in trouble just about wherever she could.

She differed, however, when it came to her sister. While most siblings would fight like cat and dog, Candy protected Emma from the start, viciously so. Emma seemed to be the one thing Candy loved and defended whole-heartedly. The one thing Candy saw as pure.

It was a cool night, shortly after the girls' thirteenth birthday. Emiline slept quietly, wrapped snug in her pink and blue blankets. Candy lay awake on the other side of the room, her hands tucked behind her head, unable to sleep as her mind wandered over the events of the day.

A faint creak interrupted her train of thought. At first, she brushed it off. About a minute later, light footsteps infiltrated the hall outside the girl's bedroom. Candy's fists curled into her blanket, jerking them under her chin as she stared at her bedroom door.

Her eyes became wide as dinner plates, her blood ran cold in absolute terror as a large figure quietly opened the door to their bedroom. Candy noted its shape unintentionally as it stood in the middle of the room; tall. Masculine. A dark mask covered its face, not black but navy blue. As he came close, she saw that his left eye was a milky grey.

A scream crawled up Candy's throat, only to become trapped. The figure had edged closer to her, bending at the waist. For a brief moment, she swore she could feel his breath on her face. The smell of bitter sweat mingled with a classic, musky cologne as it invaded her nostrils. She watched him quickly lose interest in her and shuffle across to the room to Emiline. Within a few moments, he'd scooped the sleeping girl into his arms, and made off with her out the same way he'd let himself in.

It was several minutes later when the scream trapped in Candy's throat managed to work its way out.

...................

She'd seen this all before. A small room lit with a single dim bulb. A cold, metal, square table snugged against the wall furthest from the door as though it were terrified.

Two chairs flanked the table, their frames metal, their seats and backs made of durable plastic. Bright yellow, but worn and dented.

Candy sat upon the chair opposite the door. Her frail fingers were folded upon the table, no hint of life from them save for the occasional twitch.

A lit cigarette dangled from the corner of her glossed lips. She paid no mind when it ashed itself upon her shirt.

She uttered a light grunt of surprise as the door opened. A man in a suit quickly occupied the chair across from Candy. He slapped a folder on the table between them, promptly opening it and sliding several photographs toward her.

She stared at them for a moment before averting her gaze to the wall.

"Candice. Can you tell me what I'm looking at?"

Candy reluctantly shifted her gaze to the pictures, then to the detective.

"Looks to me like a guy who pissed off the wrong person."

"Did you know Scott Hamilton?"

"Scott who-milton?"

The detective sighed irritatedly, and repeated himself, shoving the pictures toward her, "Hamilton. Scott Hamilton. Did you know him?"

"No. I didn't -know- him."

"Can you think of any reason why someone would want to do this to him?"

Candy leaned forward, plucking one of the more detailed pictures off of the desk. A man, face down on a beige shag carpet. His paleness was heavily contrasted by the gaping wound above his left eyebrow. The back of his head more or less didn't exist. And the eye. The eye... Just how she remembered him.

Candy sighed, feigning helplessness, her brows raising as she plucked the cigarette from her mouth with her free hand. She set the picture back on the desk, propping her feet next to it. She then stared at the detective for a moment, rocking her chair back on two legs, the cigarette still burned as she pinched it at the filter.

"Like I said," Candy finally replied. She extinguished her cigarette on the picture she'd just set down,

"Looks like he pissed off the wrong person."

Over the next few years, Candy developed a substance abuse problem. To her, it seemed only the most natural course of action. While she managed to remain social and hold down a job, she was drinking every other night. She attended A.A meetings, checked herself into rehab a few times, but that was short lived as she moved out of her parent's house when she turned seventeen.

Within roughly a month and a half, selling the occassional bag of weed to her friends turned into hanging around downtown on weekends trying to push cocaine and heroine to support her own drug habit.

There's fire. Or so the saying goes. How Candy ended up in Paragon is really a bit of a mystery. She never speaks of why she's there, but some speculate it's because of her sister.

It was no special weekend in particular. Candy was starfished on the bed in her apartment, a newspaper caught messily between her fingers as she flipped through it. An advert along the side caught her eye; Pocket D. At first, she dismissed the idea. "Stupid." she thought. Naturally, an hour and three quarters of a bottle of rum later, Candy found herself stumbling out of the elevator and into the famous interdimensional bar.

It didn't take long for her to find a person of interest.

She'd seen him before. The blonde hair, striking figure, bright azure eyes and hair-trigger temper were hard to miss. Matt Rocsin, boxer extraordinaire.

Within a few minutes, Candy had initiated an exchange of vicious words, and a scrap had nearly broken out. Little did either of them know, this would be the beginning of a wonderfully complicated and violent love-hate relationship.

- Candy has anger problems.
- Candy suffers from bulimia, cannibalism (Yes, really), and a rare eating disorder known as Pica where the sufferer consumes non-food items.
- Candy is well-known for having a violence fetish.
- Candy's full name is Candice Dahlia Aarons. Her middle name was taken from the infamous Black Dahlia murder. She gave it to herself.
- Candy's favourite food is pizza.
- Her favourite colour is red.
- She secretly collects antiques, particularly jewlery.
- Candy has OCD when it comes to her nails, and never leaves the house without a nail file somewhere on her person.
- Candy has attempted to learn to play guitar several times, which has just resulted in several broken guitars. No surprise there.
- In addition to her anger problems, she gets extraordinarily jealous over what are generally trivial things.
- She hates rap.
- She also hates baths. She thinks they're gross.
- She has a tiger. Its name is Tiger, because she's oh-so-creative!
- She currently holds first place in the Paragon Foxy Boxing club, lightweight category.
- She has a mild obsession with studying serial killers.
- She plays videogames.

Left ear - 1 silver stud, 1 black stud, 1 silver hoop.
Right ear - 1 red stud, one silver hoop.
Face - 1 small, genuine diamond and silver Monroe piercing on the right side.
Mouth - 1 red and silver tongue stud.
Left hand/wrist - 1 silver thumb ring that looks like a snake, 2 thin silver bracelets.
Right hand/ wrist - 1 antique silver band on her right ring finger.

Right ankle - 1 black, white and red pair of dice tattoo.
Lower back - 1 black barbedwire tramp stamp.
Beneath the left breast - 1 heart with the initials "E.A" in the middle.

Matt - The person Candy considers herself closest to. Despite how much the two fight, they're nearly always joined at the hip. Naturally, Candy would never openly admit this, but she's drawn strength from, and admired him very much so from the very start. She cares for him a great deal, and always strives to annoy, please, and keep him in line.

Max - Very likely Matt's best friend. Most always chipper, pleasant to be around. So pleasant, it almost makes Candy sick to her stomach. Yet, she can't bring herself to hate this bizarre, floating man.

Kink - While Candy never really holds her tongue around anyone, she finds it esspecially easy to get along with Kink. He openly strokes her ego, which-... Well, who's going to argue with that?

Nessa - A curvaciously bodacious lady. Candy had a thing for Nessa the instant she met her. Fun, easy-going, and appealing to the darker side of her interests, Candy makes no attempts to hide the attraction she feels to Nessa.

Agenla - A peculiar, proper lady, with the most adorable ears. Agenla is another Candy developed an almost instant attraction to, despite the fact that Agenla's generally not her type. Candy actually holds a fair deal of respect for Agenla. How could she not? After all, not many would put up with Candy's relentless flirtation with so much grace. And, Agenla appreciates Candy's fiery personality!

Xrell - Agenla's other half. Candy and Xrell instantly clicked, for some reason, similar taste in women aside. A flirtatious, suave, though easy-going demon with a killer bod. And he doesn't mind when Candy hits on Agenla.

L - A man who followed Candy around relentlessly for about a week. He seemed to want nothing more than to help Candy. For this, she felt sorry for him. Despite Candy's constant negative and often childish attitude, L and his seemingly infinite patience has weasled his way into her life. Truth be told, Candy enjoys his company quite a bit, so long as she can keep him at a bit of a distance.

Jo - Another woman Candy finds herself quite attracted to. Feisty, fun, with curves that just don't stop. Now, if only she wasn't married...

Nikki - Nikki. Likely the person who pisses Candy off the most, if not for the fact that she climbs all over Matt like a horny koala, then just for her disgustingly chipper attitude. Candy would light her house on fire and beat her face in with a broken bottle, given the chance.

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"Needs to shut the hell up. Needs to stop eating everything it can get it's fat fingers on. Loud. Fat. Obnoxious. Psychotic. Fat. Irritating. Fat. Needs to stop drinking. And ... I... L... Porcelain. Also fat." - Matthew Rocsin, AKA Redoubtable

"Candy's awesome. And hot. That's about all I know so far, but hey, that's enough." - Josephine LeVite

"Miss Candy... She... She's quaint. She'll say she isn't sweet, but I really have to protest. She certainly knows how to give a compliment. She says things about me I've never heard anyone else say. I'm rather fond of her. Strangely." - Agenla

"What? Don't ask me questions, I'm busy plotting a threesome." - Web