Red Leader Tord x Reader [No Longer The Bad Guy?]

The Origin

Oh man.

Where do I even start.

Guess I'll start by introducing myself.

The names Tord, Tord The Red Leader.
Here's my day so far. Went to jail, lost the girl of my dreams and got my butt kicked pretty good.

Still, things could be a lot worse.

Oh that's right.

I'm falling to my death.
Guess they can't.

How'd it all come to this, you ask?

My end starts at the beginning.

The very beginning.
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I came from what you might call a broken home. Could this be what I was destined for? A dream like filled with luxury?

Apparently not.

Even fate picks its favorites. No big deal. A much different fate awaited me. Luckily, I found a lovely little place to call home and was taken in by the bad of the bad. A place that taught me the different between right and wrong. Making me there soon to be leader at a young age of 13. I was taught everything I needed from home and had no need to go to school. The people I stayed with said, We can't risk getting found out- or along the lines of that.

I made friends quiet easily with four near by kids that lived near the same block as me. Edd, Matt, Tom and a girl named (y/n). Tom and I weren't the best in terms and got into fights as (y/n) would have to pull us aside while Matt and Edd would have to calm Tom down from hurting or picking on me.

Edd was known as the artist of the group, Matt was the go to happy one of the group and admired Mia own reflection most of the time while Tom was the laid back outta the whole friend group and played music all the way up till high school. Last, there was (y/n) who wasn't like most of the girls through out the school year. She liked (y/f/h), wasn't afraid to get dirty and didn't bother wearing girly clothes but an oversized (y/f/c) hoodie with black jeans.
But I had something far, far greater. My amazing intellect. A knack for building objects of mayhem. But by the age of 16 and with some time off for good behavior, I was given the opportunity to better myself through learning at college where the gang and I were gonna finish our last year of college. It was there when I ran into that Mr. Goody Two-Shoes commie, Tom. He was already admired for his good looks along with my other friends Edd, Matt and (y/n) while I haven't changed one bit nor my height.

But I too would try and impress my classmates with my inventions or tricks to show them I was part of the group as well. It never went as planned. I would make a few of my inventions explode or break something in the classroom while Edd guys would sit there laughing jokingly seeing as if I was just playing around but when Tom or anyone else from that group end up, they got all the praise and adulation, while evil is sent to detention and clean up after school. So fitting in wasn't really an option. While the class learner about biology I would be in the far back. I learned how to dehydrate animate objects and hydrate them all at will making them all almost picket sizes cubes.

Some days, it felt like it was just me and my friend (y/n) against the world along with her friends with Edd and the gang. No matter how hard I tried, I was always the odd man out. The last picked, the screw up, the black sheep. The bad boy.

Was this my destiny? I did everything my guardians told me to be the best of the best no matter what so I could take their place as the next generation for the army. To be called, The Red Leader.

Wait.
Maybe it was.
Being bad is the one thing I'm good at!

Then it hit me.
If I was the bad boy, then I was going to be the baddest boy of them all!

I was destined to be the super-villain.

And so began an enduring epic, lifelong career. And I loved it!

In the future, my army was the greatest thing that's ever happened to me and our battles quickly got more elaborate. I would win some while the rivalry I had with my past friends became forgotten and they made a new alliance and revolution to stop my terror of war and fights. I decided to pick something a little more humble.

The Red Leader