A Hero's Journey

Origins

Born into an organization more secret than HYDRA or the Red Room with the goal of peace he was trained since he could walk. A photographic memory really helps when you're trained to fight with every style and speak every language. Grueling training and even worse living conditions prepared him for the worst in every situation. Being taught how to read people made conversation and missions easier. He was taught everything.

By the time he was fifteen, he was the most dangerous person in the organization. He had killed many. Some innocent but he had no choice. Their secrecy is their survival. He still regrets it and already sees himself as a monster.

At sixteen, he signed up for a top-secret project that gave him certain... advantages. But of course, with great things there are side effects.

At seventeen, their enemies found their home base and massacred almost everyone. Him and three others that he knows of got out.

By nineteen, he was the most dangerous man in the world, had gotten a PhD in Psychology of all things, and created an identity for himself.

By twenty-two, he was the world's most dangerous and notorious assassin. He was a myth until he proved otherwise. He was a popular topic of conversation.

At twenty-three, he was approached by a man. A higher-up in the government. A secret branch. He was offered to join their organization and do good. Protect people. SHIELD, they called it.

At twenty-

Hold Up, Rewind. Alrighty suckers. Do you really want the short story, or do you want the long one? I assume long one as you're probably not satisfied with the short one. Anyway, let's start from the beginning.

I, Kyler Alaster, was born into the Creed. A group of trained killers that killed to make the world safer. My parents met while training with this group. I was apparently the first born into the Creed in a long time. In centuries to be specific. The last one was someone alive during the Third Crusade. I was also forced to learn history. Working on my degree in that too.

Anyway, right as I was able to train my sister was born. Maya Alaster. While I trained and learned that anything I learned or saw I could remember instantly, my sister got babied. Resented her a little for that.

At age four, I was being taught many things, all of which I still know today but age six is where the real interesting stuff starts. Let's get into it shall we?

Age six:

Kyler groaned. He had just woken up to his two-year-old sister whining. He had to train while she napped. It wasn't fair. He got up out of bed. He was treated like an adult when sometimes he wanted to be his sister. He walked to the mirror. He was a cute kid though. Short blonde hair though it would get darker as he would get older and piercing blue eyes. Didn't look too bad neither if he had to guess. He sighed as he got up, dreading that day. He had training with Mr. Doxxin, and that man was horrible to train with. He didn't pull punches and he wasn't afraid to make you feel like shit.

He got dressed in uniform before walking out and to the training area. When he arrived he immediately noted the fact that there was more than one person there. He raised an eyebrow before standing in formation. Mr. Doxxin noticed him after breaking away from the conversation and speaking, causing everyone to look at him. "Dolphin. Glad you could join us."

Yes, my codename for the longest time was Dolphin. Why? I was the smartest person there but in the world was questionable and I was passive, I didn't like hurting people but would if I had to, but nobody thought I was dangerous. They thought I wouldn't be able to rise up the ranks of the Creed because of it. Boy did I prove them wrong...