August 18th – New York City, New York

A fairly tall man who stood at around 5'10 paced the concrete layout of a scarce parking lot. He appeared to be nervous. If you looked close enough, you could say he was damn near trembling. The man shoved his hands deep into the ash black overcoat he wore and retrieved a cigarette from one of the pockets. "Shit," he muttered beneath his breath as he caught sight of a woman not too far from him. She appeared to be in her early 20s and was short in stature at around 5'2, maybe 5'3, hell, if anyone could guess. All that matters is the fact that she was tiny. Her figure was slender and lean, but her curves still stood out along her frame, almost in a dramatized fashion, but anyone in their right minds would know that it's all-natural. Her hair was loose and flowed with every motion of her steps as she neared the man. Her hair replicated that of a fine red wine. Bloody. Those tresses puddled at her lower back in loose, natural curls. She smirked once she finally met the man.

"Honor, how've you been?" the man asked flatly, forcing his lips into a smile. The woman, now identified as, Honor sneered, "Well, it's nice to see you too. I've been swell, how about yourself, Evan Chaste?"

"Cut the bullshit, where's your brother?"

Honor rolled her eyes, "You're pretty damn impatient knowing that you're the next dead man on the menu, Evan." With that, she smiled at him with a questionable gleam in her bright aquatic eyes, "I never met someone so... prepared... to die, at that. That's what I liked about you," she placed a hand on his chest and outlined his heart, "You've always been such a soldier, so willing to dispose of yourself and-"

"Honor, I'm not having this conversation with you. Not here, and not now. We are a thing of the past and I will be too if this circuit report doesn't go well today, so go do what you're good at..."

"And what exactly is that?" She glared up at Evan, practically daring him to say it, shifting her weight between either of her legs, arms crossed across her chest. If Evan weren't so damn bold, the way she was looking at him would've been intimidating to most.

Evan smirked, "You know, wandering into other people's beds." Honor grazed her hand across his face and a loud smack emitted across the parking lot. Evan smiled at her toothily and held her hand against his cheek, "People will never change, huh?" He laughed while clutching her hand tightly in his grasp. She gasped and buckled her stance, attempting to pull her hand out of his hold. "Evan, is this your death wish?"

"I mean, according to you, I'm going to die anyway, so hell, I might as well make it count and savor my last moments by making my whore of an ex suffer, right?"

"Now, I'm not doing this with you. Unhand me," she seethed between her teeth, "I didn't sleep with him out of revenge, Evan."

Evan unleashed her hand and pushed her back upon release, "Then why?" he replied coldly.

Honor parted her lips ready to answer only to be silenced by a voice from afar, "Ah, Chaste, just the man I've been looking for." A figure treaded casually toward the pair. When he approached, more of his features became prominent. He had a head full of tousled, chocolate brown tresses and aquatic blue eyes that resembled those of Honor's. He towered over the pair at 6'4. His figure was constructed out of pure muscle mass and it was outlined through his clothing. He sported a fitted, long-sleeved, navy blue button-up and dark tan pants accentuated by his suede, navy blue dress shoes with a very notable Gucci embellishment on either shoe. He was dressed comfortably but made sure his whole attire screamed rich.

"Prophet," greeted Honor with a sly smile, she stepped back to stand directly beside the man. Prophet peered down at her and laughed, "Sister, sister, sister. I hope you weren't causing Chaste any trouble, perhaps?"

"Not any that would make an impact," she sneered.

Prophet glanced at Evan momentarily, studying his body language before he peered into his eyes, "What's the update on my circuit?"

Evan swallowed hard, "I wanted to rush the deadline, but we only received two applicants-"

"Two? Well, that's interesting" Prophet remarked.

"Yes… so, I ultimately decided to keep the previous deadline and improve marketing. Out of our budget, I decided to boost the number of market expenses and raised the amount to $45,000 plus the $20,000 input. I made the decision this morning, so me and the crew are steady watching for an increase in web views, ad clicks, and all of that. We'll have a report for you by this afternoon… sir."

Prophet placed a hand atop Evan's head making Evan instantly shut his eyes, bracing for his destiny, but to his surprise, Prophet began to laugh and crumpled the already messy, blonde tresses on his head warmly. "Why is everyone so intimidated by me in here? We're all family. A business family."

Evan pulled his overcoat tighter against him and defensively retorted, "I'm not intimidated by you, you're my boss which means you're the authority around here."

Prophet raised his brows and stated, "Well, it seems like you're a walking, talking contradiction, Chaste." Honor exchanged glances with Evan. Prophet emitted a hefty sigh and leaned against a nearby Impala, "The past is the past. I would never hurt any of you intentionally. Last year… was a mistake. I'm not my father and I refuse to carry the Edmond legacy."

"Well, if you want us to feel differently why won't you tell us what happened between you and Joseph?"

Prophet clenched his teeth at the very mention of that name, "please, don't say his name."

Honor furrowed her brows and glared in the direction of Evan, "Why are you guys so antsy about family business?"

"Well, we're a family, right? What kind of fucked up definition of a family are we if our boss doesn't want to tell us what happened backstage of a set that we built? We saw everything Prophet," Evan pressed indifferently.

Silence.

Honor cleared her throat, "Prophet, you should be heading back to father's quarters to give him the final report and complete the remainder of your assignments, yeah?"

Prophet stood upward and nodded in the direction of his sister, "You're right, I should," before he made his way to the exit of the lot he turned around and faced Evan once more, "Don't fret, you're safe and that's a promise from a friend, not your authority. Keep up the good work, Chaste."

Honor stared up at Evan and shoved him lightly. "My brother means well and I expect your gratitude, your head would be on a silver platter right now if he were as bad as you commoners suspect. Prophet isn't a bad person and I'm sick of you all trying to make him out to be one. The only person you should be intimidated by is our father, he's the general manager and he's not afraid to show you what he means by business. Take that into consideration."

"You know, sometimes I miss you, but all it takes for those thoughts to go away is for you to open your mouth," Evan mused.

"Whatever Chaste," and with that, she made her way out of the lot.

Evan smiled to himself admiring the woman as she walked away. "Season's change, but people don't." He scrolled through the notifications on the face of his phone and his face lit up almost instantly. The applications for the circuit began rolling in as if it were Christmas. New York Underground, prepare to meet your maker.

Author's Note: Everyone, please, don't fret. I'm here and I'm here to stay. This is going to be my first OFFICIAL SYOC on this site and for the premiere, I'm expecting some badass wrestlers and divas. Just to clear some things up regarding my writing style, I utilize italics for heavy emphasis, so, please, do not expect me to use bold to emphasize. EVER. Feel free to review the introduction regarding any improvements needed or any recommendations and I would appreciate it if you guys were to tell me how you feel about the current main characters I have: Evan, Prophet, and Honor. Let me know if you'd want your character to befriend either of them, want them to be romantically involved or if they just truly despise them. Anything will help with the construction of the storyline. And without further ado, here's the application:

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Final Note: And that is all my lovely audience, I hope to come back soon with another introduction for you all with the implementation of a few of your characters. Thank you.