Just a Team of Teenagers

Drake

Drake is a boy with pure black hair, red eyes he hides behind sunglasses since they are the same ruby color of his dad, and pale skin that has barely been touched by sunlight. His father is an evil cold hearted scumbag and his mother left the world when Drake was only a toddler. For most of his life Drake grew up on this small unknown island in the East far to the East in the middle of the Darcria ocean where his father's main lair was held in. However, his father had places where his minions and followers were stationed in most countries. Though he only went to those other locations maybe once a year. One day when he was five he was going through the harsh training his father ordered he had to go through daily. He was being trained by Harold who was ranked 18 out of the hundreds of followers his dad has. After three hours of training more harsh then the army Drake was on the floor exhausted and multiple wounds that will become scars. "Get up," Harold told him, "I will not stop till the six hour training session is done." Drake stood up barely as his left leg hurt more than it has ever from these sessions to the point where it was probably broken. He ignored it as he dodged Harold's axe and lightning magic. However after a few minutes Drake felt like his body was going to give up on him and his eyelids were getting heavy as his body was almost out of energy. He felt himself shoved into a wall hard and as he looked up he saw Harold swinging an axe right at him. Drake didn't have a single weapon on him at this point and could dodge. He quickly put his hands out in front of him out of instinct. It was at that moment that Harold stopped and couldn't move forward as if someone was holding him back or in this case his shadow. A ball of shadows shot out of Drake's hands and knocked Harold down. Drake then passed out onto the ground but was still breathing. Two common followers took Drake to the infirmary while Harold slowly sat up. "The Deliver of Darkness will be proud that his sons power has finally surface." She mumbled to himself. Twelve long years of training to become the perfect fighter and know how to deal against other magic users Drake was fed up with his father. He has always hated him but the older he got the more he realized how much his dad is a scumbag. Drake couldn't take it anymore from his father. He couldn't stand his ideals and couldn't feel pain from all the training. The black haired teenager stole the keys to one of the small boats and with only one backpack full of belongings he sailed after sunrise. Drake had stolen some information from his dad's study along with a map to help guide him. After hours of sailing he docked in the country of Columbia. He then took a bus to this giant building and waltzed inside before entering a conference room. The black haired teen took a seat in a chair while making sure his sleeves fully covered. Timothy looked up at him completely confused. "I know what you are thinking. Oh how did this teenager get into my main office? I didn't have any meetings today or people Claire needed to teleport here? What does he want? Who is he?  Why can't I read his mind? Well Timothy before I answer, I'll tell you that my name is Drake. Oh guess I just a" The black haired teen told him with a smile. "You are strange?" Timothy said confused usually he had the higher ground. "See we have a mutual goal see we both want to take down The Deliver of Darkness aka Devin Demonfang aka my father!" Drake announced over dramatically as she stood up. "I'm sorry?" Timothy questioned. "Oh my birth was never documented so you probably wouldn't have known even with your power. When I ran away I stole my dads files that's how I knew about you, which one of your buildings is your main even though you have one in most countries and go to where your meetings are. How I know about your assistant or should I say wife Claire who can teleport herself and one other person. Then last but not least my father trained me till I broke to be able to get a resistance against people's powers and abilities. I learned to think only when necessary, I only do it around mind readers though." Drake told him as casually as someone tells a friend how their day has gone. He then took off his shirt to reveal his pale skin is covered in scars and burns. "I have always hated my father and he's just a dick but I don't want to be some rouge edge lord only wanting revenge I want to be the person I couldn't my whole life. My father wanted me to be a weapon or his successor when I just wanted to look at the sunset. I know it's a crazy question but can I join this team you are making? This way will hit my dad hard then going rogue and be who he wants me to be." Drake told him as he put his shirt back on. "Passing you up would be something only a blind person would do." Timothy told him with a sympathetic smile.