I was born with a unseen illness where my cells had a personality, like my personality was my genetic code. This was discovered when while wondering the wasteland my mother fell down a cliff with me and my neck was snapped in 2 places my spine was shattered and my ribs were shattered along with my leg but about 1 minute later it was healed.
While people in the wasteland hate me since my deformity made me immortal and theirs was either internal or external and made them look disgusting. Some people are born normal but most are born with disfigured limbs.
My name is Micheal The XII after my ancestor who fought in the third Great War And the only Man in New York State to survive the nuclear fallout cause by Russia setting all of its nukes out as a last ditch effort to take the world out with it.
My story begins in what used to be called New York City About 200 years after the third Great War in a wasteland.
My mother died last year when I turned 14, she was killed by The tribe known as the Indica while my Tribe known as the Inferno raided their village.
I'm 6'8 I'm A light-dark skinned I got black jet hair and a burn on the side of my face that I was born with.
I was riding through the wasteland on a Motor horse with my cloak on about to clear out a village of Indica.
"Where are you from Boy"the man on the bridge of the gate says aiming his Blue printed rifle.
"My name is Micheal"My deep voice booming as he smile "what tribe" he asked me "Inferno" I said running at him as he shot me in the head I ran at him and kicked him off the bridge and I throw him into the water as the Bloody sharp toothed fish ate him. I then jump up passed the wall take my Old world east sword. Run though the village Stabbing and slicing through everyone as no one was able to stop all the children where left alone but everyone else was killed with ease even the old ones.
As I was done I shot a red flare up in the air and it exploded into a red smoke. I heard Motor horses and horses and Mobile Trailer coming toward the village. As they arrived the leader came up to me and hugged me. He was 5'6 white hair old wrinkly and blind with red stripes across his face.
"You have been promoted to A Red hood"The Old man says letting me go and patting me on the back. This old man was Known as Our Tribes oldest Council member known as Headhunter. He wore a red robe with a Vest and pants it, He was also the oldest person known to date being 213 years old.
"Thank you but I've never heard of red hoods"I said confused as he smiled at me and reached into his robe pulled out a red Mask it looked new and It didn't feel radioactive and it looked like the old world moving picture box v for vendetta except no mustache. I excepted it realizing what the red hood was.
"They were elite warriors in the old world they kept their own safe They did evil things for a good agenda and carried the weight of the world. Ya know ya father was a red hood he was one of the best he killed many mutants And many Indica. He was feared among many and respected by all when he took his oath he gave up his life to the tribe he gave his heart to us and for that we are thankful" the old man explains I stand there sadden in the inside but showed nothing on the outside.
"I will honour his legacy And take in his mantle And I shall take this oath and except this mask for my life belongs to the tribe" I say Bored and he grabs my hand and shakes it
"Your next mission is going to be in three steps" the old man says smiling "your gonna assemble a new squad Find an old battleship and set sail to find what's left on the east"The old man says Patting my back
"Where How much time do I have" I ask bowing And the old turns to a grim expression
"you have 2 days to prepare a squad 3 days to find a ship and 1 day to set sail" He says yet i don't get his expression "or you will be Banned from the tribe" And that's when I looked shocked "I did not vote for this but the council told me if I hadn't kicked you from the tribe if you failed they would execute the Eastern Chapter"He said I just looked shocked I turned and he walked away I just got on my motor horse and Rode into the city but this time I felt something different, like I was being watched.
