From Double-Debit to Antihero. An underdog antihero story.
About
Follow Serena Solanine through her life. She never catches a break. From being born in a corrupt system, being bigger than other girls, being rebellious, being dark skinned in a pale oriented society is more than enough to make one girl snap. Eventually.. she does.
Characters
Serena Solanine is 23 years old in Myandric, Colinsious. She's 5'5" and 289 pounds. Degraded for being a bigger woman in the system. She's bottom dominant. Strong core and intense legs. She has a pear shaped body with wide hips. Constantly criticized for the pure size of them (This story takes place in the 2000s. Big hips, big butts or hell big anything made you considered fat.) She has a soft waist. Around 38 inches and slightly doughy. Prominent love handles and strong calves. Her soft pillowy exterior used to cover the hard muscles of the spirit underneath. Her upper body is small compared to her lower half. Thin arms, small bust and semi prominent collarbones. She has two pointed canine fangs and an eight inch prehensile tongue mostly used for fear factor rather than actual damage. That's what separates her from most humans appearance wise. She's loud, snarky and sarcastic. She's not afraid to snap because even if the world all comes crashing down in response. She's loyal but has trust issues. Once you're considered hers there's no getting away. At least not easily. She doesn't take disrespect well. Very physically aggressive. She's a malignant narcissist who's also an Autotheist (she sees herself as her own God.) She's believed to be aromantic but she's willing to date. She just had impossibly high standards. She participates in hookup culture to satisfy her own needs and find a new target. She has the mouth of a sailor and tends to contradict herself constantly. Things that are fine for her she hates other people for doing and vice versa. She believes in killing the rich while stealing money from each of her victims to survive.
Intro
I am Serena Solanine and my life f.u.c.k.i.n.g sucks. Since I was born I had that in the arena life. Basically I was an underdog. Disgusting. I know. My mother—a complete a.s.s.h.o.l.e by the way—was a b.r.o.t.h.e.l worker. Back when she was younger she took out a loan from loan sharks to buy things for her man. Not paying it back like an idiot got her put in the b.r.o.t.h.e.l as a debt riddled turner. Basically she's a w.h.o.r.e for free since she ain't getting jack or should I say wasn't getting jack. I was raised by the m.a.d.a.m and her husband who was basically the p.i.m.p of this whole organization. When I turned 18 that all changed. My mother got to go home and I had to start "working" to clear up the rest of her debt and the debt of BEING RAISED. It's f.u.c.k.e.d. I know. I said the same thing. Stay with me. For 5 years I prayed to the same God. Begged for freedom. Pleaded for my opportunity with not as much as a peep back. One day I snapped. I yanked the rosary off my neck and the beads scattered to the floor like witnesses to my distress. I shredded the pages of my Bible and sobbed. I pleaded with the universe. Begging for something. ANYTHING to take pity on my soul. The Bible pages started glowing purple and blue and swirling. A slender spirit crawls out of the portal and starts to approach. I start backing away but she reaches me as my back hits the wall. She phases into my body and merges with my soul. I felt filled with rage and sorrow. I started vomiting black sludge and my eyes glazed over black as well leaking with the same sludge. The m.a.d.a.m and p.i.m.p barge into my room and I snap. I start charging at their faces and eating the skin and sobbing. I grab my possessions—20 dollars, a pack of c.i.g.a.r.e.t.t.e.s and two outfits—and run. I haven't turned back since. Now I'm on the run. I've been hiding from the mercenaries after the surviving m.a.d.a.m set a bounty on me. I've become a sort of hero here in Myandric. A god if you will. This spirit gave me endurance, strength, rejuvenation, flight and a.. s.k.i.m.p.y black l.a.t.e.x bodysuit? Huh. Useful none the less. I've been using my new found powers to hunt down the scum of the world. The t.r.a.f.f.i.c.k.e.r.s. Loan sharks. P.i.m.p.s and m.a.d.a.m.s alike to make sure nothing like me ever happens again. Right now I'm sitting on a closed dumpster. Smoking a M.a.r.l.b.o.r.o red in the back of an alley in the red light district. Tonight we're going hunting.
Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08
