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[ Biography ]
- I was born within the heart of Santo Domingo. Albeit it was the Ghetto, it was still my birth place. "Usted debe estar en casa todos los días a las cinco en punto. Un poco más tarde y se queda a la estación de policía."My orders were simple. Get home before it got dark, and if I could not, I was to run directly to the police station to stay safe. You would think that they were given by my parents right? Well no. As far as I know, I've only lived with my grandparents in their small house. Many question how a child lived without either of his parents, but I have heard stories about my father from my grandparents. Mainly that he was a very, active man, to say the least. Its been said that my father was a Drug Lord who also smuggled weapons and sometimes people into the Dominican Republic at night. In dealing with my mother, I'm told she up and disappeared shortly after I was born. Its not like I needed either of my parents as I could do alright with my grandparents help.
The streets of Santa Domingo were never a safe place for children to play, but given where most of us lived, it was the only place to play. Soccer was the first sport introduced to my friends and I by my grandfather who also taught us the basis. We had taken it upon ourselves to practice in the streets during the rush hour time of day. What better way to gain awareness, then to play through fast moving traffic? Unfortunately all of my fun ended when a soccer agent from America found us playing in the streets. Apparently he had saw some type of potential within us for greater things. Around this time, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, so I was bit skeptical on the thought of leaving them alone. At the age of five, after speaking with my grandparents, I was taken to a training facility located in Barcelona, Spain. Just the sight of the large city itself was enough to make me want to begin my training immediately. While we trained my athletic skills, I was also slowly taught the basics of the English language. Sadly enough, a nightmare from my father's past had caught up with me. On my way to the hotel that I had been staying at with a few of the other training kids, I was grabbed and soon found myself unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a dimly lit room tied down to a chair. Besides me were a few other kids from the training camp, and before long our kidnapper had revealed himself. Apparently, like me, the other children had family members who worked in the drug/smuggling business, and they were to pay for it as well. If we wanted to live to see another day, there were things that we would need to do for them in order to clear our family names. After each day of the Soccer Training Camp, we were to meet in an Abandoned alley to get picked up from there. From then on, the training for our second lives began. Directly after Soccer practice we'd be taken back to the large building which served as a cover for the Underground Operation directly below it. There we were taught the tools needed to make sure we would never be caught. Hot-wiring. I learned hot to hot-wire small cars to large buses in a matter of three months. Even still in the heists to come those would not be my tasks. Given my looks as a child, distractions were my job. For a reason unknown to me, everyone believed me to be irresistibly cute. Cute enough that they'd stop what they were doing and follow me to find my "lost parents". One boy during our training threatened to leave and call the cops, but as he fled was shot down before our very eyes. No tears were shed as we were told crying was a weakness.
September 14th, 6:15am. The day of the heist. A large cargo ship was entering the harbor, and it was our job to take the crates to a small truck in a small alley. This meant going up and down the boat's gangplank repeatedly without being caught. Death was held over our heads should we fail, but if we survived and came back with the items needed, we were free to go. A few of us were still a bit scared from seeing our friend shot down before us, yet we knew we could not fail. As they other children snuck on the boat, I confronted the guards who now had their attention on me and me alone. Unlike in practice, I could bring the tears out because of what happened earlier. This made the male guards guards agree to help me find my parents in one of the warehouse buildings. One of the male guards was quick to take my hand, and a note was soon rubbing up against my hand. As I stopped walking the guards proceeded into the warehouse with the last male guard nodding his head slightly. Opening the note I quickly read its contents before getting confused. The handwriting was surprisingly beautiful, but I did not understand what he meant by the note. It had said to run, but with no location of where to run too.
Waiting for a moment, I sat near the warehouse and curled up into a ball unsure of what to do. Soon enough my waiting paid off as an explosion occurred on the boat itself. Standing up I could hear my name being shouted by some of the other kids, but I never stopped. Running as fast I could, I slammed directly into one of the guards that had gone inside to look for my parents. As he went to grab me, a crate fell out from one of the windows landing directly on him. Looking up I caught sight of the male guard from earlier (the one that had the note), but as I averted my gaze and returned it but a second later, he was gone. I had nowhere to go save the hotel we had been staying at. When I returned so early in the morning, my instructor questioned everything that had happened, to which I quickly explained everything. The police were called and in a matter of moments, the scene that the security cameras had picked up near the docks was being shown on the news. What was strange to me, was I know that I was there, yet I was not seen in the recordings. Looking over the note in my hand once more, I smiled before hiding it inside of one of my suitcases. I know for a fact, that some type of Hand of Fate intervened to save me, but I kept quiet about my little encounter. As I grew older, my soccer skills continued progressing and the miscellaneous ones that had been forced upon me had also came into play. At the age of seven, I picked my principal's office lock in order to help my friend retrieve something that was wrongly taken from them. No one knew I had done it besides the friend with me, and he would tell no one.
Skipping forwards in life to my Highschool years, various, interesting things occurred. "Su abuelo acaba de morir. Después de años de lucha contra el cáncer, que ya no podía aguantar." The agents words were soft to me as soccer practice had come to a small halt. The entire team's faces began to drop as they began offering words of comfort. However, nothing could comfort me as I sat down for the rest of practice. Two of my friends decided that the best way for me to cope with the sudden loss was to take me to a party and give me a few drinks. Given my good looks various girls approached me without any word from my two friends who had convinced me to go. I'm ashamed to say that on that night, sexual activity occurred though I was too intoxicated with various drinks to even remember it. School resumed after Winter Break and our first field trip led us to a museum to study Greek mythology. At first the concept of Gods existing somewhere had made me laugh, but I soon became infatuated with learning more of Greek culture. It was around this time that more of my past was revealed to me by by Grandmother who knew that she was going to die soon. "Usted debe saber nieto. Que su madre murió poco después de que naciste y el macho que sabes que es padre no es su padre. Estoy seguro de que con el tiempo, las cosas saldrán bien para usted." Those were the letters contents which said that my mother had died after my birth and the drug lord father was not my biological father. To tell the truth, I though that my grandmother was lying, and payed no mind to it. Soccer resumed with an offer to join FC Barcelona's junior team.
Everything changed the week after I graduated from high school. More specifically the day I was supposed to try out for FC Barcelona's junior team. My birthday. While my agent drove us to the training camp, a large winged bird had swooped down flipping the car as it went. Crawling out of the car with a small cut on my arm, I gazed up in order to see a human-like bird figure. My agent then told me to look further into my grandmother's envelope. Within it was a small ctalon attached to a necklace along with instructions. As the Agent and I avoided its next attack, I did as my instructions told me and twisted the talon. In my hand, the talon glowed and left the necklace while shaping itself into a long sword. The large bird swooped down again in order to kill us, but out of fear for my life I lunged forwards with the blade stabbing it directly through its heart. Removing the sword, its blood fell on my face scaring me even more than I already was. Its body fell on me I panted heavily waiting for it to be removed. After my agent disposed of the body he explained everything to me as well as the part about him being my protector. My once quiet life had ended, and soon enough we were on a plane to America for me to attend some Camp.
