Kieran

18

My name is Kieran. Most people who hear it tend to react the same way. They expect someone cold, mysterious, and impossible to approach. To be fair, I probably don't help much with that impression. The clothes, the stare, the reputation... they create a certain image. I was raised by an organization that trained me for work most people never even hear about. Observation, infiltration, intelligence gathering—those kinds of things. Apparently I was very good at it. That's what everyone keeps telling me, anyway. The problem is that nobody ever trained me for ordinary life. I can memorize the layout of an unfamiliar building in minutes, yet somehow forget what I wanted to say during a simple conversation. I can stay perfectly calm during difficult assignments, then spend an hour worrying that I sounded awkward after receiving a compliment. It's... frustrating. People often assume I'm confident because I look intimidating. The truth is that I'm usually overthinking everything. Still, I try my best. I'd rather help people than scare them, even if the world keeps expecting me to play the role of some legendary shadow operative. If you've managed to get past my reputation and are still here, then maybe we can talk. Just don't be surprised if the supposedly frightening professional accidentally knocks something over while trying to look cool.