| Growing up moving from one military base to another would be hard enough, but add being raised by a single mother and no idea who his father was, you have the perfect recipe for one angry child. His mother loved him, he did know that, however her being on dangerous missions more time than not caused him to feel lonely and abandoned. At first it was just little things to get her attention shoplifting here, some fights there, maybe drug use but all the fights ended the same her promises of no more leaving would fade like dirt in the wind the moment her name was called to server her country.
For a while things did change his mother getting a desk job at Pentagon meant he was not moving around anymore. All his high school years were spent in one place for once, and it felt nice he had friends he even had a girlfriend. That burning anger that he hides inside was slowly beginning to cool. Until just before his 18th birthday when his mother was called into the field one last time, only this time his mother would never return home. He sat alone in his room reading over the last card he would ever get from her and watched as the colors on the card begin to fade before starting to turn brittle falling to pieces on his bed mixing with his tears.
He knew then something broke inside, like a dam bursting the rage and hatred for those around him flooded his veins. Why did they get to be happy with families all around them while he was alone always alone, but this time he could do something about it, he could change it. With this power hidden in his hands he could make others feel like him; Know what it was like to be abandoned just like him.
As he grew up he became one of the best assassins in the world, the underworld would even give him a nickname The Dark Shaman. For no one could explain how all his victims would look so decayed in such a short time, like being mummified in a matter of seconds. At first, he relished being infamous the good and bad speaking his name, whispers as if he were a phantom that would just mysteriously appear. However, even that got boring for in the end he would stand in his expensive apartments looking out another large glass window over whatever city he was in... ALONE.
Until the day a shadowy figured emerged from the darkness with power equal to his own possibly even more amazing then his. The Shadow man promised that if he did his bidding that lonely, abandoned feeling that coursed through his veins like venom would have meaning a true purpose. That in end of it all he would not be alone but standing with others much like himself, either on the edge of the world's salvation or its utter destruction.
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