«A cry rose to the high ceiling: Rumour, run riot, struck the city»

If you were at all conscious around a decade ago, there’s no way you haven't heard of Chromium Mono, or as he was known at the time, Monochrome.

Born in the sticks of Corone, Chromium Steele took a chance that most anyone would consider stupidly reckless. Something that many strive for, and come out of less than intact.
The premiere teen crush of the era, he’s not quite what he used to be. And good! He likes it that way. Once a thin and lithe 20-something, with the voice and face of an angel; at the very least his first three albums made an absolute killing.

He basked in the spotlight, the power of being known… Until it got boring. It quickly became a pain, and with the help of the man he dragged down to his level, they torched the empire of a brand to the ground. Decisively ending his 5-album contract with the least appealing art they could muster; he and his former superior, Tabitha Boss, left New Orphidian, where they had made their fortune, for the mainland. Once and for all, leaving the public eye.

… But now, they’re back. Life’s gotten boring again, and corporate just rang up with an offer. We’ve heard you’ve become a bear, come do wrestling.

So, buying a little house by the coast, the pair are still away from city life– Except for during work hours, but who can resist the thrill of attention?