"Every life have a purpose. Especially if they're your greatest enemy." 

Its a tenet Darkwitt lives by. He values people. To a fault. No matter the person, he finds there is a means to rehabilitate, or reconfigure to help them best serve the greater status quo.  All it took was sustained effort. 

But he didn't always believe that.

Years before he was a facilitator, the man who would become 'Darkwitt' was an assassin.  

Trained in the mountains by an eccentric martial artist, he struggled with his loneliness and moral outrage of the world around him through violence. 

"Take away the right life, and the world changes for the better." 

How could he deny that simple notion? He had no reason to question it. Dictators, CEOs, pimps, traffickers. People who kept the pools of power closed off to the rest of the world. 

One shot, one well placed blow to the temple, one errant amount of torque to the spinal column would leave ripples in the underworld not fully comprehended by the young man. 

But with ripples comes waves, and the wrong people end up drowning.  The more the young assassin killed, the less effective it seemed to be. There always seemed to be another up and comer, twice as hungry, twice as ruthless, twice as paranoid. 
And the chaos was incalculable. 

Killing only left a vacuum. But it also made him predictable. By the time he realized powerful people were using him, he had become a scalpel to the very people he was trying to eliminate.

It left a toll on his body and mind. and for what? Little more than a new antagonist of the week, and a changing of the guard. Yesterday's liberators; todays despots.

In time, he grew wiser. 

The real difference won't happen by subtracting from the equation.

It was going to happen by adding to it.

I've always had this planned out that Darkwitt was a killer back before he became a facilitator. Before he was even Darkwitt! But seeing this picture was inspiring. It made me think of a period where the mortimer suit Darkwitt had built for himself made him a shade in the underworld. Sort of a metamorphisis between the assassin and the Facilitator.
It's ironic the silhouette would leave more of an impact when he finally put down the weapons. 

At his youngest, he was pessimistic, resentful, and saw himself as an agent of change immune to the forces that tried to control it. Only to find himself little more than a playing piece: A deadly, but controllable bounty hunter. 

Gift art from DuckkingXI 
Art by Kiaun

Thank you for this gift art. It really set my imagination on fire.