Re: Asher Stein D2 :: DONE

My life has consisted solely of lethal training. I am a pure-bred killer, an assassin. I am the greatest of my generation. I know it. I can kill like no other, my superiority backed up with my leadership skills. I am a naturally born leader, the other assassins have always fled to me. While doing my job, I can ease information out of people by using my smooth talking gift. People always tell me the truth, I am the type of person who can't be lied to. People find it hard to look me in the eyes while taking to me, which explains why they couldn't lie. Most people. My leader can lie. He knows me up and down. He knows I'm next in line for the best gig but she doesn't seem to treat me like it. I take his shit. I could take it all day. I figure that way he'll realize that I can take anything he throws at me. All day. But he better be ready for tomorrow, because this won't last forever. This him being leader. I will take it any day now, and defeat him. And the other assassins will never question this little assassin.

I enjoy killing way to much. The whole aspect of hunting down someone and ending their pathetic lives gives me a sickening thrill. I love the smell of blood, the tainted stench that hangs in the air. I love the feeling of breaking the skin, or cracking the bones. I love the look of fear in their eyes right before I do the final deed.I love the game it is, when you get a new assignment, finding new ways to quickly extinguish someones life. I love my job, essentially. It is me, I am it. Without one, there is no other. I don't know what I would be like if i wasn't taken in my Assassin one. I would be someone else, someone I would despise. My talent is destroying, and without that, I would have no focus.

While associating with other assassins, I treat them like siblings, best friends, family. They are my reason to kill. To help contribute what we are for, to keep them happy, and myself. I suppose I enjoy being the best, but its more than that. We always have each other's back, and will never trade anything for each other. We are a family, brought together by a common cause. While talking to regular old citizens, I try to remain as nonthreatening and warm as possible, trying not to give away that I am one of the notorious, trained young assassins. That doesn't usually go over well with the general population. With people that I'm about to kill, I try to make them as squirmy as possible, I enjoy the way they panic.

I was brought to that place at only 1/2 year old. I cannot remember my parents, but they seemed like crazy people. They wanted me to train. I have looked for them, secretly, but I don't know where they could have gone. District 2 is only so big, and nobody seems to know anyone other than myself named "Stein." I gave up years ago. That was during my rebellious teenage stage where I wanted to meet them, and see why they would do this to me, not that I don't enjoy it immensely. They wanted me to come here and train with these people. If they knew that I am where they wanted me to be, I think they would be very proud of me. They would be proud to call me, their son. And that gives me pride, and it gives me motivation.

The other assassins, as I said, are my siblings. We are called a brotherhood, something unbreakable, something dangerous. We grew up together, naturally bringing us close. We used to have so much fun in training, as simple minded children. We would laugh at our own failures with each other, and praise each other when we succeeded. The leader, our father figure, took us all in to train us and protect our district. There is a story behind our training. Seven families sacrificed their infant children to be trained and to make them proud. I, obviously, am one of these children.

My life, in a nutshell, has always been about training, secrecy, and learning to be a lethal child. I have always enjoyed the art, but have always taken pride in killing, never letting the victim get the upper-hand. I have always excelled in training, making it breezy and fun. It was never a struggle. I can recall a memory, one day when we were training. I was about 8 years old. We were throwing knifes. Everyone else was having a hard time getting the blade to stick into the target, rather than the handle. I remember excelling at the skill. I then turned to help the others, teaching them how to hold it properly, and telling them what they were doing wrong. It was that moment, I realized I was a leader, and that was what I wanted to do.

Kiah's Assassins of D2 Plot
Faceclaim:: Yuri Pleskun
Song:: 'Till I Collapse by Eminem ft. Nate Dog

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps.
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.