Saint

## **What makes a monster?**

### Alias(as)

Saint (Known by All), Jane(Known by Family), J (Called by Desdemona), Sister (Called by her siblings)

## Family

### Sibling(s)

Andre Evans, Miguel Evans, Camila Evans, Isabelle Evans

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*"Most people hear the word 'Saint' and think of her as an enemy, a terrifying voice, sound and person. But, no one wants to ask what made the name Saint, become so bad."*

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In the heart of Mexico, on a fateful March 22nd in 1845, "Saint" came into the world. Jane Evans, a spark of silence yet mystery was the future of her family and they didn't even know it. The room, bathed in a gentle light, bore witness to her first cries, drowned out by the shattering of bottles against the walls. Swiftly, her mother swooped in, cradling the infant and hushing her to stillness. Beyond those walls, a war raged, but within, her father wore the face of a monster. Her mother's gaze lifted, apprehension etched on her features, fearing the threat he posed to their child. Yet, he staggered away, consumed by drink, leaving them alone in the shadow of uncertainty. Two years slipped by, and Saint gained four siblings - Camila, Isabelle, Andre, and Miguel. Time pressed forward, and at the tender age of two, Saint bore witness to a horrifying tableau: intruders, malevolent and uninvited, claimed her mother's life in a brutal act of violence. In desperate haste, her father snatched her away, leaving Mexico behind for the sanctuary of Paris, France. It was here that Saint truly came of age, embraced by a father determined to forge a brighter future, unburdened by their haunted past. Yet, an unsettling air pervaded their new life. Secrets lurked in the shadows, and unexplained wealth flowed freely. One fateful day, her father unveiled his "factory" – a realm teeming with laborers and fervent devotees. Saint found herself captivated, though perturbed by its eccentricity. Her father prophesied that one day, all this would be hers to command. But as the years passed, Saint, like any adolescent, recoiled from the notion of becoming the heir to his dubious empire. She bore witness to the grim realities her father concealed: blood spilled, fortunes pilfered, and the very system corrupted. He became the infamous Saints, a name etched in infamy across Paris.

## Only If I Could've Saved You

As time went on in Paris, Jane had no other option than to make friends. She lived her passing days hiding in the brisk night glow of her secrets, discovering the world around her in this new life of Paris. Where the city's vibrant energy collided with the echoes of the past, lived two young souls — Desdemona and Jane. Jane, known to the world as Saint, carried a heavy burden, a secret forced upon her by her father, James, the original Saint. Desdemona and Jane's paths intertwined in the enchanting streets of Paris during their teenage years. They discovered a profound connection, an unspoken understanding that went beyond the ordinary. As their friendship blossomed into something deeper, Desdemona's life took a dark turn. Desdemona's family was entangled in the web of a secretive cult, and she became an unwitting participant in their rituals. One fateful night, she was used as a pawn in a dark ceremony that led to her untimely death. The ritual, a macabre dance with destiny, shattered the fragile world Desdemona and Jane had built together. Heartbroken and devastated, Jane discovered Desdemona's lifeless body in the aftermath of the ritual. The weight of grief and loss bore down on her, but there was an additional burden — Desdemona's diary, left behind in her room, revealed the extent of the darkness that had consumed her. Driven by love and grief, Jane, now the sole keeper of Desdemona's secrets, embarked on a quest to find her friend's remains. The streets of Paris, once a sanctuary for their shared dreams, became a labyrinth of sorrow and mystery. Jane navigated the shadows, following the breadcrumbs left by the cult's twisted machinations. As Jane delved deeper into the underbelly of the cult, she unearthed the painful truth about Desdemona's demise. The cult's rituals had exploited Desdemona's innocence, and her death was a consequence of forces beyond her control. Jane, now fully embracing her role as Saint, confronted her father, James, the architect of their shared tragedy. The confrontation was a cathartic release of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. James, the original Saint, had orchestrated the secrets that had bound Jane and Desdemona, leading to a cascade of tragic events.

## Love Life At Early Age

Rejecting all he stood for, Saint fled to the sanctuary of Saint Denis, yearning for a better life. Here, she found solace, freedom, and a love for the vibrant town that cradled her hopes. One fateful day, in the warmth of a quaint coffee shop, destiny intertwined with her gaze, leading her to Ryker Ambrose. He would be the one to light up her life, with just the right hint of cockiness that spoke to her heart. Their years together bloomed into a promise of forever, and she cherished him dearly. Yet, time wore on, and a darkness crept into his soul. Harsh words escaped his lips, a chilling echo of her father, and soon, those blows turned real, shattering the fragile tranquility of their union. In the depths of her terror, she clung to the hope that he might change, that their love could mend what was broken.

In the hush of twilight, when the world seemed to hold its breath, Saint knew. She knew in the marrow of her bones that the time had come. This was the moment she would step forth, her heart pounding in rhythm with the footsteps of destiny. And so, with a courage borne from the depths of her soul, she chose to defy convention, to rewrite the script of their lives. In the tender glow of a Parisian dawn, she knelt before Ryker, her voice steady, eyes alight with determination. The words spilled forth, a declaration that echoed through the ages, a vow to change their world. He, stunned but filled with a quiet reverence, whispered a resounding 'yes' that hung in the air like a promise. Time flowed, swift and inexorable, like a river winding through the heart of their days. And then, on the eve of a momentous day, when the world held its breath once more, Ryker vanished. Panic gripped her, a tempest of fear and worry swirling in the depths of her being. It wasn't a mere gang skirmish that stole him away, she knew. No, this was something deeper, something shrouded in shadows. Her father's name echoed in the caverns of her thoughts, a dark specter lurking on the edges of her mind. In the winding streets of Saint Denis, she sought answers, an unwavering resolve driving her steps. Telegrams flew, reaching out to friends and acquaintances, their replies cruel echoes of her desperation. The walls of the police department held no solace, no sanctuary for her weary heart. They, too, were enshrouded in mysteries, their knowledge as elusive as smoke. Their words were sharp, a bitter sting to her already wounded soul. For days, the world closed in around her, a suffocating darkness threatening to consume her. And then, in the depths of despair, a wail pierced the silence, carrying with it the promise of new life. Her friend, a beacon of light in those shadowed hours, rushed to her side, a lifeline in the tumultuous sea. In trembling arms, Saint cradled her child, a fragile, precious soul named Abby Ambrose. The room seemed to hold its breath, caught in the sacred pause of this moment. And then, as swiftly as a candle snuffed out by an unseen wind, the cries ceased, and the world stood still. Disbelief washed over her, a tidal wave of sorrow crashing against the shores of her heart. Her friend's voice was a distant echo, lost in the cavernous chambers of her despair. Abby had slipped away, a fragile dream never fully realized. The days that followed blurred together, a canvas painted in shades of grief and loss. Each heartbeat echoed with a hollow ache, a symphony of pain that seemed never-ending. Her very essence seemed to fray at the edges, unraveling in the wake of such profound loss. In the months that stretched ahead, Saint descended further down the abyss, seeking refuge in the arms of oblivion. The world became a haze, a tapestry woven with threads of sorrow and blurred edges. It was a life lived on the periphery, a spectral existence adrift in a sea of pain.

## The Beginning of the Saints

Down the twisted alleyways of her existence, Saint was enveloped in a tempest of vices. The very air seemed to hum with a dark energy, pushing her further down a path of self-destruction. Her father, once a looming figure of dread, now stood as a haunting reflection of her own choices. By day's light, she wanted nothing to do with him, but with each passing sunset, the lines between them blurred. In the seedy underbelly of the city, Saint navigated a world of shadows, the taste of sin on her lips. Brothels became her sanctuary, a place where the desperate and damned sought solace. With deft hands, she picked the pockets of unsuspecting souls, hungry for the next score to fuel her insatiable cravings. Yet, in the depths of her darkness, a new revelation dawned. A sinister idea clawed its way to the forefront of her mind - the birth of a gang, a force to be reckoned with. Nights turned into months as she pondered over a name, a moniker that would strike fear into the hearts of those who heard it. One fateful night, after a transaction was sealed in the crimson-tinged halls of a brothel, Saint's reflection in a tarnished mirror bore an eerie resemblance to her father. Anger surged, threatening to shatter the glass, but in that suspended moment, she hesitated. The decision was made. If she was to embrace this dark legacy, then she would wear it proudly, a defiant echo of her father's infamy. Thus, Saint and her gang, The Saints, were born from the crucible of her turbulent soul. At the tender age of 22, she embarked on her mission, a whirlwind of chaos and calculated ruthlessness. Doors splintered, lives overturned, and children were claimed, their futures now bound to hers. Factories and workhouses fell under her dominion, the gears of industry grinding to the beat of her command. In the shadowed alleys of Saint Denis, her name became legend. It was amidst this maelstrom that she encountered two figures destined to leave their mark on her legacy. Rowen Mercier, once a wayfarer in the den of vice, became her willing instrument. Jones Retford, scorched by the flames of fate, emerged from the embers, his loyalty pledged to her cause. Yet, it was one serendipitous encounter that would alter the course of her dark tale. A woman of opulence and allure, Sophia Kiramman, emerged from the opulent tapestry of privilege. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, bore witness to the wealth that adorned her. Intrigued, Saint's watchful eye fell upon her, a chess piece in her ever-evolving game. As the nights unfolded, secrets exchanged in the hidden chambers of their encounters, Saint learned of Sophia's world. The Kiramman Estate, a bastion of wealth and power, opened its doors to her. Sophia, a woman bound by vows of matrimony, became a tantalizing enigma, a puzzle Saint was determined to solve. The tendrils of their entwined fates tightened, drawing them deeper into a dance of shadows and intrigue.

Under the cloak of night, Saint would slip into the Kiramman Estate, a shadow in the moonlight, shielded by the heavy slumber of Sophia's oblivious husband. Sophia's care was a balm to Saint's fractured soul. Generous gifts of money flowed freely, a testament to the depth of their connection. Within the opulent walls of the estate, Saint's keen eyes observed the presence of numerous children. A plan took root, a seed of audacity that whispered of expansion. She would infiltrate this gilded realm and claim her prize - Julia Kiramman and Layla Kiramman, offspring of the formidable Charles Boucher. Under the shroud of night's embrace, she ventured forth, a specter in the darkness, her mission clear. When the deed was done, she signaled her comrades, a silent call to seize the children and secure their fate. As she emerged, blood-stained but resolute, her gaze locked with Sophia's, a reflection of terror mirrored in those wide, searching eyes. Without a word, Sophia fled, her footsteps a panicked cadence in the night. Saint pursued, catching up to her, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air. In that moment, Sophia's fear struck a chord within Saint. She saw in Sophia's trembling form, the ghost of her mother, a haunting reminder of the choices they both had made. The threat hung unspoken but palpable, an unbreakable bond forged in fear and necessity. Sophia's reluctant agreement was a whispered surrender, a concession to the darkness that threatened to engulf them both. As the days unfurled, Saint played her part, the villain in this twisted tale. Her grip on Sophia tightened, the threat of exposure a constant specter. Yet, amidst the shadows, new figures emerged - Judy and Ezra Kiramman, two souls drawn into Saint's orbit. Judy, the girl with the ravens, a creature of the night in her own right, earned the moniker "Raven" in Saint's world. Ezra, a whirlwind of chaos and mischief, became the endearing "Gremlin." Their presence brought a strange sense of kinship, a reminder that even in darkness, there could be moments of light. Time passed, and Sophia's once warm demeanor grew cold and distant. The demands of Saint's own empire in Saint Denis called, leaving her torn between two worlds. Her vigil over Sophia intensified, her hunger for the children and wealth burning brighter. In a bold move, she returned to the Kiramman Estate, a proposal in hand - adoption papers, a bid to claim the children as her own. Confusion danced in Sophia's eyes, met with a renewed threat, a reminder of the stakes. With a trembling voice, Sophia asked for time, a plea born of desperation. In the dance of shadows and secrets, lust mingled with power, a dangerous concoction that bound them together in a twisted alliance. The lines between savior and tormentor blurred, leaving them both ensnared in a web of their own making.

In the hushed interlude that followed, Saint seized the opportunity, allowing Sophia the time she needed to ponder the adoption papers. Amidst the estate's opulence, however, a watchful eye bore down on her. A sense of unease prickled at the edges of her consciousness, a phantom presence lurking in the shadows.

One moonlit night, returning to her sleeping quarters, she found her world unsettled. Papers were missing, the adoption documents notably absent. Instinct led her to Alasdair and Evelyn's abode, where a pool of lamplight spilled onto the cobbled path. Drawing nearer, she overheard Evelyn's voice, a tremor of urgency lacing her words as she confided in Alasdair. Panic clawed at Saint's chest. What was she to do? The weight of her choices pressed down upon her, a decision crystallizing in her mind. With the dawn came resolution, the chilling finality of her actions guiding her steps. Evelyn, unsuspecting, ventured toward the public market. Swift and ruthless, Saint intercepted her, dragging her into the obscurity of a back alley. There, amidst the veil of darkness, Evelyn met her fate, the echoes of her final moments fading into the night. Returning to The Kiramman Estate, Saint displayed the lifeless form upon the fountain, a stark testament to her wrath. Anguish and anger coursed through her veins, propelling her away from the haunting tableau. From a concealed vantage, she witnessed the aftermath, her eyes locked on Alasdair's pained countenance. The die had been cast, and he departed, his children in tow, leaving behind the haunting memory of their former lives. In the wake of the gruesome act, Saint's conviction held fast. Judy and Ezra remained the focal point of her obsession, their fates inexorably linked to hers. The rift between Sophia and her husband grew, a fracture that would ultimately sever their union. One fateful morning, Saint awoke to find Sophia gone, a void in her place. Panic coursed through her veins, uncertainty a shroud that left her adrift in the sea of her own choices. With no other recourse, Saint returned to Saint Denis, resolute in her mission to expand her empire. Her gang and organization grew, members rallied under her banner, and children found refuge within her ranks. And then, like a specter from the past, her sister Camila emerged, a question mark in the tapestry of Saint's life. Camila's probing questions chipped away at the carefully constructed façade, until one day, pushed to the brink, Saint's hand was forced. Camila's life extinguished in the harsh light of truth, leaving Saint to grapple with the weight of her own actions. Regret gnawed at her, but she knew there could be no other way. The shadows of her past would not yield to inquiry.

## As Time Goes On

As time passed, Jane had no other option than to come back to her duties within The Saints. She came back to Paris and grew her community more and more with each passing day leading her to be one of the biggest groups within the city and known beyond the states as the most dangerous due her to cruel nature, after Sophia's disappearance it caused Jane to become more and more terrifying, unleashing the side of her she wished to never see. During this time she encountered a few members she would forever remember due to their nature of expressing themselves so vividly to her and the main chain of command within The Saints - Violet Harper, Florence Grey and Victoria Kiramman.

**Violet Harper**

During the time of knowing Violet Harper, she found her in the streets of Saint Denis as a child and adopted her in with open arms. Violet was what they called "A Swooner" in The Saints. She gained attention of the most stupid men and women and even smart to be a good distraction, she needed good looks. During this time Violet was one of her favorites, also being a side killer when needs be - Violet and Jane never fought they always had a mutual understanding and at times, Jane pictured Violet to be a good daughter of hers and maybe just maybe passing down the Saint role to her one day, but those days became limited.

**Florence Grey**

As time went on with Florence Grey, Florence was a good killer and an amazing distraction when needs be. She held a close bond with Saint due to their charming nature and mutual respect of loyalty and where authority stands. Florence raised in the ranks as time went on after Saint finding her in the streets one day, lending Florence big checks and a way to escape her old life. Florence took it with a grain of salt.

**Victoria Kiramman**

One of the things that interested Saint the most about Victoria was her last name, but the way that Saint met Jane in particular is one day getting a notice that her guards were getting messed with just right outside her alleyway to find a woman picking a fight with her guards, she knocked her on the floor and taught her a lesson. She then told her she either walk away, die the next day or work with her and Victoria had no other choice than to choose her fate with Jane. As time went on Victoria became another one of Saint's mysterious assassins', taking on private jobs that some people couldn't do.

## Traitors.

As time went on, Violet and Victoria became more distant and mysterious showing up less and less for meetings leaving Jane on edge.

That's when a few days later, Jane finding another member, Selen Maskien in his apartment stabbed many times, there was only one person who would've done this. Violet Harper was a lover of Selen Maskien and then before Jane could look for Violet, both Violet and Victoria were missing and Florence.. was no where to be seen but said to be gone to Mexico for a business trip.

## "Didn't you miss me, J?" -Desdemona

Years passed, the world ever-changing, until one serendipitous encounter beside the bank changed everything. A small figure sat there, a puzzle piece from the depths of her memory. As she drew closer, the truth unveiled itself - it was Judy Kiramman, a haunting reminder of the tangled threads that bound them all together.

Over the next passing years Judy would be one of her most beloved members within The Saints and one of the most hard-working women to show that she is worthy of anything but with time, things were unraveled and shown in the brisk night. Judy had something more to her than just an ordinary girl, not only did she remind her of her past lover Sophia but she also had someone else inside of her that she valued the most. That's when she uncovered that deep down inside of Judy's brain, lived a long time missed friend or lover. Desdemona. Desdemona was trapped inside of Judy, the fate that Saint pushed amongst herself and every little thing started to make sense step by step at a time. Judy became one of her most lethal weapons, causing Desdemona to show her true colors. Desdemona wasn't the same as she used to be, she was more terrifying inside of Judy but Saint had no other choice than to live with it because she missed the calm, long conversations she had in Paris as a child with her long missed best friend. Jane, otherwise known as Saint felt comfort in Judy and would treat Judy with much love and respect remembering all the countless times she would spend hours on end in Paris with her old best friend Desdemona. However, the odd thing about these sightings of Desdemona, Judy never remembered or even thought of. Once Desdemona was there, she was there, she took form in Judy's body and did was she pleased but once Desdemona was gone, Judy was there again and Judy forgot everything. There would be countless days where Jane would pick Judy up on the side of the road, dressed in different clothes and doing things that didn't make much sense only to find out it was Desdemona all along. Desdemona had a grip on Jane and she didn't know it, being the light in Saint Denis as Saint herself didn't hold any power when Desdemona was around, sometimes Desdemona would scare Jane into situations and Jane had no other option than to offer her Saint role over when Jane was to pass, but we all know making a deal with a demon doesn't go the right way. Desdemona took her own path, avoiding Jane's confessions and given free will, she was free inside of Judy and as time went on Jane said time and time again. "Desdemona, you're not the same you used to be."

As time went on as all kids do, Judy broke paths with Jane leaving Jane tightening her grip harder and harder with time. Knowing the power Judy possesses she could not live in this world without Jane, Jane was the one that forced Desdemona into Judy's body and now she must be the one that takes care of her and bares the burdens it takes to contain Desdemona, but holding her down only made Judy run more and more leading to Jane with time losing grip of Judy for good. She continued to seek and search for Judy, but with time barely could recover her.

## 1896

As time went on Judy went her direction in life under the impression that she was free, Jane stalked Judy all the time and tried every possible way to capture her again without angering Desdemona but it wasn't possible. Judy was also afraid and running for her life from Jane at the time leaving Judy to be scared at any sight of gold or black, making life way more complicated for Jane and trying to drift the waves to avoid Judy seeing her in plain sight without massive numbers to capture her. During this time she educated herself with news and dived deeper into the past of Desdemona trying to figure out a way of how to lift the curse off of Judy for good, Desdemona wasn't who she was when she met her and she felt that with much anger and sadness. She couldn't find anything to stop the deal she made other than to chase Judy and stop her before Desdemona could do any crazy damage. As time went on, Desdemona of course made her way and made her image known to Jane that she was free, leaving traces of evidence for Lawmen and for other Saints, she left Saint's dead in her alleyway with a special message of 'Raven' on their cheeks, their backs, their legs and sometimes all over their bodies. This brought Saint back and realized, during the time she was at the estate she named Judy 'Raven' and she witnessed that even then Desdemona was present but didn't show herself truly. She heard all those conversations Jane had with Judy and all those times she called her Raven as a kid. Desdemona was in deep with every little secret that Jane held dear to her heart and she had full control without any mercy given.

Time passed and 'Raven' became worse and worse, causing deaths and many many confrontations from Lawmen from others of rumors of being stabbed, carved and sometimes scratches all over the body of Raven taken them to her cave and carving them apart and to shreds at times. Judy was being controlled by Desdemona and had no choice of living a proper life, haunted by the thought of being wanted due to Desdemona's grip and cruel nature of control. Jane had no other choice than to visit this said cave and maybe seek out Raven again, but time and time again nothing was found and Judy was missing as days went on and the only local news she had that was even slightly accurate was the newspaper - Raven, otherwise known as Desdemona stayed out of Saint Denis and knew if she brought her crimes there Jane would surely find her but just to play with her emotions as well, she didn't come anywhere close. But, one thing came to Jane's mind. Stupidity will always make someone fall, Judy eventually ended up in prison and held under a trial of possible chance of being hung. Jane knew this was the time to take Judy back and finally get Desdemona back and maybe remove her off of Judy for good but at the same time, teach Judy to never run away from her Mother ever again. Adoptive Mother at that - That's when Saint and her crew suited up, half of them being a distraction and the others being apart of the plan. They broke Judy out of prison and fled to New Austin in hopes that Law wouldn't bother them there but as time went on, people slowly started to get word and become more and more curious. That's when Ezra, Judy's sister reappeared into Saint's life after a long, long while. Ezra demanded Judy back, followed with a child that Saint noticed ever so much. Ivan Kiramman. The next couple of days were conversations and fights that led to Judy eventually being rescued and back to being hidden and gone from her grasp. During the time that Judy was present with Jane, Desdemona hid herself and Jane had no other option than to anger and torture Judy to her last breath without killing her trying to force Desdemona out, but nothing worked other than degrading Judy more and more causing her to not trust Jane as much as she did before and slipping further and further away from her grasp. Deep deep inside, Desdemona, otherwise known as Raven was laughing. Jane had no tricks left up her sleeve, but her efforts to capture and get Judy again stretched further and she continued to search. This is when Judy started to dislike Jane more and more gaining an alliance against Jane and making her the enemy to everyone around her causing her to feel limited to the options she had, she was cornered on a bridge one day after Judy was lifted from her charges, stabbed and pushed off. She nearly died, but Rowen found her just in time. During the next year, she would recover and find her solid ground again while gaining and growing her forces more and more within the organization in Saint Denis - Jane was livid and mad at the world around her and how crooked this new found Raven made her world torture for her.

## 1899

Jane was desperate to find any chance of an in into Judy's mind and or Desdemona's she was going to end this for good or find a way to get Judy back as not only Desdemona, to get rid of her but to have Judy as her daughter again and stop this madness and become something her Father never could.

She opened up her Stable, Gold Leaf Stables just right off of Valentine in attempts to find Judy, knowing that Judy was commonly seen in Valentine. No new news with time was recovered other than the fact she was back and forth between Valentine and Strawberry but but during this time more pressing matters hit Jane's atmosphere. She got a telegram from her Father, James. He was here.

Jane scattered and reached for anything she could to get away and distract herself from the reality that he was close to her and figured out where she ran to after the time she ran away. She tried and tried to distract herself but couldn't, she confronted him and had a conversation with him only to find out he wanted nothing but common ground but one thing she noticed, was Ezra, Judy's sister standing behind him. What is this? Betrayal? She was convinced to convince Ezra that he wasn't who he said he was, one word after another, she found out he abused Ezra after a conversation one night when he was drunk. Pressing into his soul, she threatened James if he ever wanted to see the daylight again, he'd never touch her again and he agreed. As time went on, their bonds grew closer and James became apart of her world of The Saints once again but only under her control. Jane planned to get Judy back and for that, she exposed a plan of revenge. One thing lead to another and James exposed this plan to some Lawmen at the time, leading Jane to lose all trust in James and run off to Paris once again to let the fire die down. But on the way to the boat dock, she saw a familiar face, Ezra boarded the boat with her and as they rode to Paris, they both starred into each other eyes with pain and anger.