For the first part of my story here is my character development of Michael Boyd:
I was born in Scotland 1975. My mother was Irish born and raised in Scotland while my father was born in Jamaica raised for a bit in St. Vincent and then moved with his family at 12 years old to London, before he moved north into Aberdeen also known as the Grey City. While growing up in Grey, I have always been aware of my unique heritage and equally embrace both sides whether the experience was good or bad. It’s kind of weird even though my father is from the Caribbean his speech has almost always perfectly blend in as though he were a local.
My parents were always protective of me when I was younger, and it wasn’t till I was about 11 or 12 did the issue of race have any significance for me. I would see cousins on both my mother’s side often as we would visit them in Ireland often and they would visit us. My father’s family would mainly come to visit us in the summer and they have actually managed to coordinate somewhat of a family reunion. Of the two we were able to visit the weekend of the one in held in London while my father went to the one Jamaica, and also to attend to some private business there. However it was in school where I was made of aware that I was a part of two races. All my life I was treated like any other young lad and the extra melanin in my skin was never realized as an issue to me. However it was in 2nd form (7th grade) my second year in secondary (high) school that I encountered Susan Stewart. Susan was a transfer student who had transferred as her parents moved to Scotland from Manchester when her father was promoted to be the Vice-President of operations of Shell (Royal Dutch Shell) in Scotland. Susan’s parents remained humble yet privileged folks who believed she should be a part of the public education system. Susan on the other hand was very well aware of her privilege and used it to cause as much mischief as she could. She was still her parent’s sweetheart and unlike her older brother she was still treated as tho she was still a young lassie (girl) and usually disregarded her behavior as harmless. Well it certainly was anything but harmless to those who were on the receiving end.
You must understand that Susan was definitely one of the prettiest lasses in my year at least top 3 and added she was new and was privileged to certain luxuries. Susan quickly had her own little gang who sort of regarded her as a queen of sorts. To be in Susan’s company she would intimidate other girls into acting out her ideas of cruelty. This would range from small bullying and name calling to ganging up on weaker children. However one day she went too far in pushing the wrong lad. This lad happened to be a one of my best friends in the entire Ellon Academy. You see Susan had her “gang” taunt Johnnie Murray. Well Johnnie grew up in a household where an eye was for an eye and as the youngest of four boys he learned from young how to defend himself at all costs. Johnnie planned to directly have a go at it with Susan and her girls after a week of taking their crap.
Johnnie confronted Susan the Friday at lunch break of that taunting week to warn her to start. As usual her group all started to do what Susan encouraged them to do. Johnnie didn’t care that they were girls, his aim was to make sure they never bothered him again. Johnnie found a large enough stone which was to scare them, but they pushed too far. He was very close to darting the stone at one of the girls and it was then I decided to get involved. I came over and stole the stone from Johnnie that he was certain to launch. It was at that time that the year head Mr. Grant appeared at the correct moment, not to see Johnnie with the rock but to see me the mixed lad with a stone in hand in a compromising position. It didn’t help that Susan and her gang accused me of coming to fight Susan. No one challenged this accusation, not even Johnnie. I was beyond shock and very upset. I had to bear the punishment of publicly cleaning walls for a crime I was attempting to stop. I became very cold and distrusting of friends at school. I believed I needed respect and with the encouragement of my parents I joined the junior cadets at school. I loved the toughness and challenges. It was taxing physically and mentally, but I wanted to be the best. To be the one calling the shots, giving the orders…..the one who would be respected. For me school became an obstacle to excel in the ranks of the cadets and I went on from school to join the Naval Service. I took everything in the Navy serious. I etched out distractions and in 2 years at barely 20 I was given an opportunity to join the elite Royal Marines.
Being worthy to be considered was a dream but the training felt like hell. Sure from cadets to the joining the Navy was no walk in the park. However, the Marines felt like I took all of my training for the last 7 years combined and multiply the intensity by 10. There were times I felt like I would surely die. That is what the Marines do to you, they break you down till the point where you wish you could die. But it is not without reason. That filters out those strong enough to live the role and those weak enough to fall out. I survived though, and I strived to become the best. And I did become one of the best. I was part of a unit that had a 96 percent mission rate and smallest casualty rate. As time passed my worth to the Empire grew as I not only was great in physicality, but also in the mental and technicality. I was indeed a threat to enemies. I was good enough to be recommended for a post first with MI5 then thought to be better used at MI6. At MI6 I was treated like a boss and why not. I had a highly successful mission rate. I did what was need at any cost, and a license to kill only helped my work. However after some joint work with our American allies I was introduced to a world that enlightened me to learn that enemies of the state don’t just happen because of hatred for westernization and religious zeal. Sometimes enemies are birthed by the same governments who declare them as threats to mankind. The truth is when you start to seek to control not only your corner of the globe but in other areas that gain your interest, you can taunt a people unknown to the public into reacting in a way which seems violent and terrorizing to the world. Don’t get me wrong I love my country, and will be loyal but if loyalty means I have to destroy an enemy that created by the state rather than a natural enemy, I refuse to be a part of it. Five years at MI6 is what it took for me to resign at 28. Who would think a former marine, and now Special Ops would resign. But you see my resignation came in the form of a casualty during service. Usually you finish on forced resignation, when you can fulfill the grueling expectations no longer. A supposed death was the way out I chose. Sure they would funeral of honor and my parents would receive my benefits. But I left knowing big brother would always be looking over my independent moves.
But I knew how they operated better than they did me. I was always a step or two ahead of their operations. And my reputation with SIS brought a lot of well paying work on the black market for me from all over America, Europe and some parts of Asia.
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