Cormac Darius “Uncle Nobody”
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Cormac Darius “Uncle Nobody”
Age: Unknown (appears late 70s to early 80s)
Former Titles: Black Ops Commander | CIA Asset | Ghost Agent
Current Status: Presumed dead. In reality, imprisoned in an undisclosed black site.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once known by whispers across war rooms and field radios as Malleus Latin for “The Hammer” Cormac Darius was the CIA’s dirtiest secret. A cold war ghost born in fire and forged in blood, he was recruited as a child from a classified domestic "extraction program" that targeted gifted but unstable or abused children. Cormac was made not raised.
Conditioned, indoctrinated, experimented on he wasn’t just a soldier; he was an instrument, wielded against enemies foreign and domestic. There were no medals, no ceremonies, and no bodies to bury. Only ash, and silence. Always silence.
In the field, he was terrifying. Surgical. Quiet. Efficient. His name was never known to the public, but inside the walls of foreign prisons and scorched villages, his presence lingered like a hex. People disappeared when Cormac was deployed. Governments collapsed. Regimes changed hands with no paper trail.
But no weapon stays sharp forever. And no mind, no matter how disciplined, survives what he saw untouched.
When he began remembering bits of his childhood, faces he shouldn’t have known, orders he now questioned he became a liability. A living ledger. They couldn’t kill him outright. Too risky. Too much buried in his blood. So, they buried him instead.
He’s been rotting in a black site for over a decade now alone, unacknowledged, and unwell. His body is weathered, wiry, and scarred. His mind? Fractured, trapped between lucid flashes and horrific hallucinations. He suffers from extreme memory loss, night terrors, and dissociation. Some days, he thinks he's still on a mission. Other days, he doesn’t know his own name. He mumbles to shadows. Screams at walls. Tries to play chess with invisible people.
But even now even broken there are moments. Moments when the fog lifts. When his words grow sharp again. When the dead man behind those sunken eyes wakes up, and you see the operative he used to be. That’s what scares the guards most.
He wasn’t just trained to fight.
He was trained