Chase... Code Name: Pooch... Age: 23
In the first few years of my life, I had the perfect family. I had a mom, a dad, and three older siblings. My life was good. We lived in a nice big house that had enough room for all of us to run around and play. My parents were the kind of people that would make every baseball game or ballet recital. They were the nicest people I have ever met. They were the people who would feed the homeless or clean up the parks. They volunteered a lot of their time and somehow still made time of me and my brothers.
Not many people know what my life before was because sometimes it is just too hard to talk about. For some people, living this life was a choice. They just decided to leave. My decision was based on this burning hatred for the enemy. When I was just twelve years old, my family was brutally murdered by the enemy. I was next. Blade in hand, that enemy soldier was ready to kill me. Until yellow opts. 494 came in and saved me. Back then, Racer took me to this place, Stone Hill, and since then I have never left. I continuously train so that one day I can take my revenge for what they did to my family and defeat the enemy.
After a while, I found the man that killed my parents. It was satisfying to slide my knife into his chest, piercing his lungs. To hear his lungs fill with blood with each breath he took. To feel the warmth of his blood dripping down onto my hand. It was a feeling of relief that consummed me. I realized that this life of work was the right thing for me to do. I gave up what was left of my life so that I can save people just like me. Now I have friends and a life that I chose to live. I am proud to be the person I am, chasing bad guys, saving people, and being part of a team.
