profile
| Name | Darwin Webster |
| code | DW4 / crackborg |
| birth | may 11th 1992 |
| gender | male |
| sex | pansexual |
| status | divorced |
| OCCUPATION | travel influencer |
| residence | london |
| eyes colour | blue |
| hair colour | dark blonde |
| tattoo | - |
| piercing | - |
| scars | - |
| blood type | b+ |
| height | 192cm / 6'5" |
real life
| Name | Enrico edward wilkins |
| birth | st. davids |
| homeland | manchester |
| occupation | programmer |
| hacker | |
| prev. occ | google employer |
| likes | coffee |
| vegan foods | |
| dislikes | spicy foods |
| allergies | strawberry |
Weakness :
Nobody is allowed to talk about her mother, it would make him sad --as it's one of his weakness.He would do everything when it comes to his mom, even she's passed few years ago. Mother Issue.Women, sometimes he let himself drowning to 'fake love' that broke his heart.He doesn't like physical fight, his heart is too soft for it. Yet sometimes he likes to teach some lessons.
Strength :
Computer nerdFluent in 3 languanges. Eng, Spain, CodingSilver tongueExpert of disguising, making fake ID to travel around the world.
About
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
Living in prison for 7 months, brought huge impact for his life. Losing half of his life, and everythy hes built for years in college just because a stupid accident almost dragged him in the edge of his life.
A month after he finally released from prison, his mom got very sick and died because of cancer. It was another nightmare that came to 23 years old Enrico Wilkins.
The father came by the night after his ex-wife funeral just roasted his own son. He brought his new wife and baby daughter merely to mock how spoiled Enrico was.
Days past, he spent his life with the rest of money he collected. For cigarettes, whiskey, and cereals. Felt like there's nothing left as reasons why he should survive.
—×—
One -not special- day, the rain was pouring heavily as it covered the bright of sunlight. Young Enrico went to the pub of some shots of whiskey. He sat on the bar, as the bartender recognised what would he drink.
They've become friend since the first time he visited this place. Even he provided best beer in Manchester, he just wanted whiskey.
—after he went out, Enrico decided move back to his hometown, Manchester—
"Having bad day, mate?" He asked to Pete, the bartender.
"Err-- not really, just another brat with no money asking for whiskey." He smirked as serving a glass of whiskey.
"Yeah, bloody mole for the country." He grabbed his glass, shot it immediately and asked him more.
"Mate, you really need to find job."
Pete poured his next shot, while Enrico was staring blankly to is fingers. "Not with this awful background." He sighed.
"That's not awful, Young Man." A tall man, with big muscles suddenly approached them. He broke into their conversation and took the empty seat beside Enrico.
Enrico was surprised and annoyed, been very long time since he had direct communication with new people, even he barely talked with people surround him except Pete.
"Whiskey? Have you tried Scotch?" He added and gave code for Pete to give them scotch.
"It might be the same but Scotch was made in Scotland, my hometown." He whispered. "And if I might say, it tastes more fancy!"
Enrico gulped. "Who are you, Sir?" The only words he could manage to continue their conversation.
Pete came back with a bottle of Scotch and The Man gave another code for him to bring 2 full bottles.
"I'm Dolph." He said and shot Enrico's whiskey then tidy up his suit. "You must be Enrico."
He scoffed, his reputation preceded him.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. But apparently I have a job for you." The man called Dolph smile brightly.
it took very long time for Enrico to proceed all off his words yet it was like eating popsicle in winter storm, all you got is spring freezing.
"Alright, maybe you won't understand now. Take this scotch s my invitation to take the job I offered to you." He said as Pete came with two bottles of scotch. "Here's my business card, take this and I left my address just in case you've considered to take job."
Dolph paid all of his drinks and left the pub. Leaving Enrico and Pete with heads full of questions.
"Blimey, who the /fridge/ is him mate?" Asked Pete after he finished their payments.
Enrico was reading the business card that only contained his name number and address. There was no such a name of company, position, or anything to convince him. Just as strange as he suddenly appeared to his life.
"Pete, I'm leaving now. This is mental." He took the bottles of scotch and leave the pub immediately.
—×—
After two nights he spent to think about the suspicious offer, finally he made his peculiar decision. In the next morning he drove his old Cameroon by the address which written on Dolph's business card.
Two men with black suits were standing in doorway.
They also recognised Enrico as their expected guest. It was a building that most likely a hotel yet no reception inside, either way some hot women were sitting in their lobby.
They brought Enrico right to Dolph's room. There was the bargain begun.
"I didn't know you expect me to have interview now, I didn't bring my files." Explained Enrico nervously.
"It's alright, son. We already know all about you." Dolph said while sitting on his chair. "Now take a seat, we can discuss more about your job."
—×—
That's how Enrico met Dolph and talked about the job he gave to him with huge and tempting amount of salary. Dolph also gave Enrico new life, changed his name into Darwin as no one would realised his past.
Dolph intended to make him as his machine by erasing his past. That's how Enrico --now Darwin-- could have new start for his journey.
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CHAPTER 3
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