Disclaimer: I do not own The Odyssey, Metal Gear Solid, or Gundam Wing.
The first one that they knew for certain was Odysseus, or the first that they knew for certain existed. Wily and cunning, watching out for his own and yet willing to do what had to be done. Honorable and yet a liar who could fool the very gods and harness the winds.
In a long line, eventually there came a man called Gray Fox, who lived and breathed the essence of the guerilla and the night warrior before he finally succumbed to the embrace of death and was buried in an almost unmarked grave known only to those who had chosen to call him family.
Longer later still, there came another nameless child who had to be cunning, to kill where life could not exist for the best interests of the world (expanded, now, with five-- no, four-- blinking satellite colonies orbiting the sphere of Terra), or where he and his had been threatened. There was infiltration and grand slaughter, and as always, a war.
When that one died, with his last breath exhaled somewhere in the night was another crying child who needed an edge and a way with any weapon that came to hand and a hard ability to survive no matter the odds, to go unnoticed when it was needed and to be able to kill without regrets.
And they were inhaling.
