Been trying to write a different story for over a year but I can't get past the mental block so I thought here's a good chance to introduce the alternate version of the major OC I plan to put in that other when I eventually finish Chapter 1 till then, Omega Rising.

A teenager sat alone in a lightly occupied restaurant nursing the last of his drink having finished his meal. He wore casual attire; dark blue jeans, a dark red t-shirt with a black button-up shirt over top. Deep blue eyes and light sun-bleaching adding variety to his dark brown short curly hair finished of the Caucasian's description.

The teen glanced at his watch reading 20:12, taking a sip from his glass he turned his eyes out the window to the street below. It had been raining all day and showed no signs of stopping so the only significant illumination came from the the streetlights. But these were enough for the young man to spot the three black cars driving convoy style down the street. He allowed himself a small smile and got up leaving enough cash for his meal and a generous tip, he left his table retrieved his jacket from the coat check and exited the restaurant.

The curly haired teen walked out into the rain, noted that the three black cars had pulled up to a restaurant further up and across the street from him and he counted as men came out of the cars, first 2 then 4, 5, 6 and finally one driver went around his car to open the door for an bald headed older man and immediately shielded him from the rain with a prepared umbrella who walked to the restaurant's doors which two others were holding open for him. Continuing at a slower pace the young man walked past the restaurant peering in to spot the old man sitting alone at one of the tables with his escort placed around the restaurant keeping their eyes open for anyone who wanted their boss dead and all the restaurant staff seemed to have been dismissed to the kitchen.

Ducking into an alley, the young man came up to a dumpster and from beside it picked up a nondescript garbage bag he'd stashed earlier. From it he pulled a new jacket with a different color and make to the one he currently wore, a black cap which he put on and pulled low hiding his eyes with the hat's brim, a silenced pistol and lastly a few baseball sized objects which he put in the pocket of his new jacket tossing the old one in the dumpster. With a quick scan confirming that he was still alone and unnoticed in the alley he left the same way he'd entered turning toward the nearest intersection he crossed the street and kept walking turning down a second alleyway. Once out of sight he ascended to the rooftops and continued on his way, crouching low so no one could see him until he arrived at the roof of the restaurant his target currently occupied.

Peaking his head over side of the roof the teen reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out out two hand grenades and a decoy grenade, and after ensuring no pedestrians were nearby he pulled the pins on the hand grenades and dropped them in front of the restaurant's doors, after the initial explosion he dropped the decoy grenade and ran to the back of the building pulling out his silenced pistol. As he'd expected the staff had started rushing out almost immediately after the grenades had gone off, while the gunmen in the front of the restaurant shot wildly at an enemy they could only hear. Exactly 46 seconds after the explosion two men rushed out the backdoor, his target and one bodyguard. Wasting no time the young man leveled his pistol and with two quick shots dropped both men, hopping down from the roof the young man walked up to the bodies and knelt down to remove wallets and rings. The young man was payed more than enough for his jobs to afford everything he wanted or needed but it never hurt to have some extra cash in case he had to buy a favor or two from a certain coworker. Exiting the alley he joined the secondary rush of pedestrians fleeing the explosions as sirens heralded the approach of the authorities. In just ten minutes the assassin had changed his disguise again and was headed back to his hotel.

Two days later and that same teenager could be seen entering what could only be described as the offspring of a castle and a mansion with so many spires it gave one the impression the architect had had the desire to viciously stab the the very sky itself. That thought never failed to make the amuse the teen and so he in turn never failed to enter with a smile on his face. Normally no one was waiting to greet him but today there was one other low ranked assassin who's been crossing the lobby to the east corridors the two exchanged nods before turning from each other, one entering the east wing of the mansion the other taking one of the two curved staircases to the second floor. Opening the double doors at the top he walked down the hall ways until he reached his destination knocking at the door he didn't have to wait long until it was opened revealing one of his superiors. Clad in his usual black Varia uniform stood Lussuria who gained an immediate smile as he saw the face of Varia's newest member.

"Kevin! I'm so glad you made it back alive how did the mission go?" Lussuria asked as he placed a hand on Kevin's back and brought him into the room allowing Kevin to see his boss. The greatest swordsman alive Superbi Squalo.

"Pretty good I'd say," Kevin began, pulling a folded newspaper from his back pocket unfolding it and reading out the headline. "'Crime Boss Dead, Three Others Killed. Police Have No Leads' I got the job done and no one has even the slightest clue who did it."

"VOI!" Screamed the silver haired man sitting at the sole desk in the room, immediately getting the attention of the room's other two occupants. "You did complete the objective however I don't like that you left some of the old man's grunts alive, you afraid of a fight?"

These words were met with a shrug from the youngest man in the room. "Sorry boss, I felt that it was an unnecessary risk, both to finish the grunts and the fact that it'd be more difficult to evade the cops afterwords. If you'd told me to kill them all I'd have come up with a different plan."

Squalo took in a breath through his nose letting it escape through his mouth before he stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of the teen just a meter away. "Here's some advice kid, don't rely on plans, there's always one variable you can't predict and when the time comes that a plan falls apart and you aren't able to improvise. You. Are gonna be fucked cause you're dead. And I am gonna be fucked CAUSE I'LL HAVE TO SEND SOME FUCKING FLOWERS TO YOUR MOTHER, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!"

Bowing his head, Kevin quickly said an "Understood, boss." Before turning and walking out the office at a quick pace closing the door behind him leaving his two superiors to continue their conversation.

"You may have said that but you really were impressed weren't you?" Lussuria said, turning his head back to Squalo after Kevin had left. "You must admit he's got a good deal of potential maybe even enough to become an officer."

"No," Squalo began, taking a seat again at his desk. "He's definitely officer material, I wouldn't have sent you to scout him if he wasn't, I just don't want him to fuck up a get himself killed before he's good enough to take that rank."

The effeminate man standing before him hummed in apprehension. "Perhaps I should train him a bit then."

Squalo grinned, looking forward to the future. "Oh not just you, we're all going to train him. But we can't show favoritism, I don't want to find the first decent recruit we've had since Bel joined as a red mess on the carpet when a dozen jealous grunts tackle him at once. With any luck he can replace Levi, and we can be rid of the oaf once Varia's true boss is revived."

Lussuria adopted his own grin as the thought of murder came into his mind. "For now at least, a few battles to the death with some of the grunts will be good practice for him."

The two chuckled for a few minutes amused at their own dark humor.

I'm here to improve as a writer so go ahead and lay out some constructive criticism.