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The government has been rounding up those with supernatural abilities for days. They've been using them in a major war, forcing them to fight like weapons. Your character happens to get caught and forced into this battle. Your main partner though... you're not really sure what to think of him. He seems way to into this war, and way too ready to kill to make you comfortable.

A cool breeze whipped through camp. Damien was thankful for his thicker layers as he waited for the commanding officers to arrive. Today he was getting a new partner to fight with. So far, Damien had been doing this since day one. He volunteered himself up the second the law was passed. He saw it as an opportunity to turn a new leaf, also he didn't want to fight the rest of the army to stay free since that would have been too much work. Damien, however, still had to wear the collar they used to regulate uncooperative members of the army. The commanders obviously thought he was too dangerous to handle himself, though he was fairly used to being untrusted.

So Damien waited for his new partner. ..so far it was his third since the war started. The two previous ones had.... died a lot sooner than they should have. Hopefully this guy had more luck.

The government found Danny a few days ago and spent so that time putting the collar on him and seeing what he could do. He was a very skilled killer and seemed to delight in it greatly. He was taken to camp where he would be working with a partner to kill and capture others. Although, Danny was no good with capture, he was more suited in just killing everyone. He was a very man who you can trust but also one who it's best not to double cross or turn your back on.

Once he arrived in camp with his collar, he began searching all around to see who his partner was suppose to be. He sees a man with the collar and assumes he is the one he's there to work with. He walks to him and asked "You the one I'm here to work with?"

Damien turned around, slouching over like always. Damien was almost 7 feet tall, but he looked a bit shorter from his constantly slumped shoulders. Scars lined every inch of his body and there was barely an inch of his dark flesh that wasn't covered in the light scars. His thick, curly, blond hair was pulled back into a sloppy pony tail. He looked tired, as if he hadn't slept properly in a few days. He gave a toothy grin at the sight of the other guy. "Hey," he started before putting out a hand. "My names Damien. They told me to wait here for you."

"Aright, I am Danny. Let see what our assignment is and who gets to die today." He says this with a smile. His 6 foot slightly overweight frame covered with only few scares, few ever getting the chance to strike him. He looks at Damien, seeing all the scars on him, figuring at least he has a partner with fighting experience even if he is a potentially sloppy fighter.

Damien paused but shrugged it off. "You sure are egar to get started, huh?" He remarked, though hed be lying if he said he wasn't curious as well. "It's probably not anything big, since you're still new here." He remarked. But honestly he wouldn't be surprised if he was wrong. He heard a lot of rumors floating around that deadly, sometimes suicidal, missions are given to Supers in collars. But Damien internally hoped that wasn't true. "Recognize the name at all?"

(I'm fine with anything, but i can make one up. Lets say it says Harold Loongate. He's a well known war ciminal who sells illegal weapons and is known to be deadly. The card would probably say dead or alive.)

Danny laughs "Yes I do, Harold loongate. He is a very notorious war criminal, weapons dealings, assassinations, stuff like that. No one they have ever sent has come back, he's clever, smart and deadly. It says dead or alive so I'm gonna kill him"

Damien chuckles before looking over the note. "Well, you're not kidding." He cracked his neck before looking around. "But I was hoping on getting something a little easier to start with." He sighed, looks like the death mission rumor is true. Should have figured. This was the third one they had sent him on. But something his partner said made his brain reel back. "I'd wait to see if we're going to kill him till we get there."

"Why do you say that? Killing is fun and I don't fail. I was hoping to get a chance to bring down this bastard...one of his victims, it was my wife. It was suppose to be me but I wasn't there. I want his damn head but I could never find him. Now I know and he will not live after I see him!!!" Now, your either with me or against me, either way, he will pay for my wife's death"

Damien pauses before giving a short shrug. "Well, that's a fair reason to kill." He'd move his head enough for there to be a sickening loud crack coming from his neck. With a chuckle, he'd move to scoop up a duffle bag, tossing it onto his shoulder. "Nah, I won't stop you. As far as I'm concerned, as long as you aren't killing children, I don't mind who you kill." He'd start walking towards the location provided. "If we hurry we should be able to make it there by nightfall, so let's get going."

"Deal. I don't kill children at and I never kill woman unless they try to kill me first...i may love to kill but I have a code, every man needs one." Picks up the pace "well then let's hurry. This bastard won't live a second longer than he has to. Now, this ends, tonight." As they hurry, he looks over at his partner, smiles, thinking he may have a partner worth trusting, at least for a little while.

Damien seemed at ease. At least ot seemed a little less likely that his partner would die this time. So as the walked, he shouldered his bag with a stiffled yawn. They were almost there when Damien rubbed his eyes. "So, how long have you had powers?"

Danny smiles "I don't. I'm just a very skilled liar. I am the best in the world with blades and revolvers. Beyond that, I also am very skilled hand to hand, a master of all martial arts. Although I guess that could be a power since I've never truly been trained...ive been like this for about 7 years." As they go they see a camp "I think that's there camp up there"

Damien nods and looks ahead. "Yeah, you're right." He sighs and he'd toss his duffle bag on the ground by a nearby tree. He'd strip off his hoodie and tosses it onto the bag. Underneath he had a faint greenish gray tank top. One that was given out by the army. His arms showed very slight muscle definition, but overall, he was extremely thin. His arms were covered in even more scars. Though they were extremely heavy on his hands and wrists. Some even overlapping on his wrists and creating a tangled mess of scars. "Ready to do this?"

Chris takes his shirt off as he draws his knife, ready to charge head on, completely overtaken by rage. "Let's go!!!!" He screams as he starts heading straight for the enemy camp armed with just his knife, wanting to see the light drain from their eyes and blood from their bodies as he slaughters them all. Wanting to hurry and teach them so he can do just that

Damien nods and heads in after him. Damien was not in nearly as much of a rush as his new partner. Besides he couldn't really do anything until someone was bleeding. So letting him draw some blood first would be fairly convenient. That or getting hit first. Whatever happened first Damien would roll with it.

As Chris charged into the camp, he caught the first few people by surprise as he quickly slit their throats. After the first 3, everyone was aware he was in the camp "where are you, show me your leader!!!!! He dies right now!!!"