When trying to establish or maintain a country, structure is key. Structure is the key that is supposed to keep things in balance, but of course, you get half-cocked and/or hotheaded “big-shots” that come into the politics in dealing with the structure of a society. Those are the people who tend to become the most corrupted and mess everything up... and then, everything burns if you don't have the right people to extinguish that one little spark efficiently. This is one of the main reasons I am here- to keep the peace, if you will.
I'm not saying I parade around in my happy suit spreading love and joy and false assumptions, along with misquotes here and there, to the people who are “less fortunate” than I seem to be. I'm more like the backstage kind of gal. No one really knows my face, name, or anything else about me for that matter other than a few close friends or unhappy family members, but yet, the show wouldn't be able to go on without me just because I get handed the excess crap other people didn't want to deal with. Don't get me wrong. I'm not on a high horse here. I'm just spelling things out now, so there won't be any misunderstandings later; I am not a hero, nor will I ever be. I just do things because they need to be done. One things you need to understand about me is that I'm not subtle whatsoever. I never have been. If you want the truth, chances are I'll be honest with you 100% of the time (unless your working for other agencies, but that's a different story).
I work for an agency nicknamed “The Company.” The reason why it is not just called by its original name is because everyone knows it, plus the initials and name itself are too long. If you mention The Company to anyone, they know you are talking about this company, the company that is much like the United States of America's major military agencies from long ago, but a lot worse. This agency is sinister, sick, cruel, and not appealing in anyway unless you are power hungry. The Company is shown to be one of the major benefactors to almost every single Peril around the world. The truth, however, is that they are the only benefactor. Other smaller agencies are credited to be benefactors of several Perils, but it is just an image, a mirage that is so faulty people don't even see it. The Company has given credit to other agencies just for the sake of order and structure. You see, not many people favor The Company. They despise it, within good reasons, too.
I am here only because I do not know who am. No one does. Apparently, I just showed up out of nowhere with no identification cards or chips. A few policemen found me in a shed somewhere along the boarders of the Great Dessert, but whether or not this story is true or not, I do not know. When I awoke, I was in one of The Company's major hospitals with no memory of who I was. They even had to guess my age, which eventually they decided was around 7 years old or so. To this day, I don't really have a birthday. The Company states my birthday as the day I awoke in the hospital, but I do not claim it. That was the day I stared to rot away.
Soon after my awakening, I was informed that someone of the name of “General Graves of from The Company” would be adopting me shortly. A the time, this name meant nothing to me, but I should not have taken it so lightly. I knew the first moment I saw him, I was about to be put through hell. He was tall, muscular, and had the coldest eyes. They could make anyone freeze where they were sanding. He was the typical brainwashed army pawn with smarts and strength. He was a force to reckon with, and I wasn't to be allowed out of his site, well, not until his death, which was almost two years ago now. It's sad to think that if I were found somewhere else, like near the coast or in the middle of a city somewhere, I could have avoided the whole entire catastrophic life-changing epidemic that swallowed and diminished my very being to the core.
Ever since General Graves became responsible for me, I was put through tests of all kinds. It was to be apart of a special program The Company had so sneakily put together. They had a unit that they were so urgently putting together. I consisted of 120 orphans in the beginning. I was one of those “orphans.” This program was to designed as an experimentation only and was to last for five months. The Company never thought that there would be any success in it whatsoever. At the end of one month, there were only 65 orphans left. After three months, there were 15, and then, at five months, only three orphans were lefts. I was one of these orphans. After the five months, there were other little experiments performed to make sure we wouldn't start to “erode” and die. The scientists said that we had passed our tests, but there was still a chance that we might not make it, and sure enough, one of use died. Then, the three became two.