This plot bunny would not leave me alone. I do not know if this is a good character or not, so all feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!
I was here from the beginning. I was one of the first to see the truth and to choose to join the struggle.
How old am I? I honestly do not know. I thought I knew—but then I'm not sure anymore. My body has stopped aging, and so while I see the signs of age in those around me—slowed reflexes, dimming eyes—I feel nothing. But I am not an immortal. I am still human, and I can die.
I have been fighting for at least ten years. It is a long time to be locked in the cycle of death and war, I know. But I do what I do to save others from having to live the life I have chosen.
Morpheus came to me a long, long time ago. Yes, the legendary Morpheus himself—although not so much of a legend back then. It amuses both of us to compare how he is lionized now and how little he was known when we set out.
He presented me with a choice. The choice that all my comrades were given—and countless others who chose not to join the fight. The fact that I am telling this story should indicate what I chose.
Looking back, I do not regret my decision. It was the right thing to do. Of course, there are moments when I wonder if things would have been different if I had chosen otherwise—but I know that even if allowed to choose again, I would have done the same thing. I was born for this.
When Morpheus became a captain, I was the first person he chose for his crew. We gathered more people—lost many crew members as well, thanks to the machines—but we kept working. He shared his vision with me, the vision of finding the One.
As time went on, I began to believe in it too. I believed that someday, we would find the One.
So we searched. We found five people, one after the other—but none of them were the right person. They were killed, one by one—encounters with Agents, a stray bullet, the like. We would grieve, but we would keep on searching.
Crew members came and went, but Morpheus and I were the only two who survived long enough to virtually become parts of the Nebuchanezzer. I stayed in the shadows, partly because I didn't want renown and partly because of Morpheus' request. While he was being lionized by Zion—I knew he hated the publicity, but had no choice—I could work on either finding new people to approach and unplug, or searching desperately for the One.
I was there when the others—the more well-known ones, famous or infamous—were unplugged. I saw them through their beginning days on duty. Trinity, Apoc, Switch, Mouse… and Cypher.
Cypher. He was not my choice. Morpheus ordered me to approach him, and so I did. But I did not like what I sensed from him. It was oily, a sickening feeling… but I obeyed my captain.
We searched and searched, for weeks and months and years. Everyone began to at least have some faith in Morpheus… except one. He behaved like he did, but we knew he really didn't.
Finally, we found one. Everyone knows who we found. Everyone knows what we found, what happened.
Everyone knows his story, Morpheus' story, Trinity's story. But my story is the one piece of the puzzle that nobody has yet found and fit in place.
My name is Angel. Dark Angel. And this is my story.