Story line: The Year, 2650 A.D and the earth is still standing. President Bush the VII has drawn the line with Iran and North Korea; who banded together and bombed the hell out of the U.S. This would have been avoided if terrorist hadnt deprogrammed the Nuclear Defense Grid System or, N.D.G.S. Basicly all hell broke loose as the whole conutry was obliterated within seconds, (needless to say). Somehow there were some survivors, all teens; but they didnt get away that easy. The raidiation affected their bodies to where they were given powers beyond their dreams and they must use it to hunt down those who caused this. The raidation also altered the enviroment and animals, so it wont be a cake walk.

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Name: Bakura, (not the one from the Yugioh show)
Race: American/ polish
Gender: Male
Height: 6'00
Weight: 185
Eye color: dull silver
Hair color: ocean blue

Clothing: Short sleeve black t-shirt, made of spider silk. Slightly darker blue jeans with holes ripped at the knee on each leg. Dyed black cowboy boots, made from tann leather. Blood red knuckle gloves cover his scard hands and wrist.

Power: He can control the air and winds around him. He can form tiny whirlwinds on his hands and feet for quick punches or kicks. He can form tornadoes at will and has complete control of them. The winds can carry him great distances when he wishes it.

How he survived: He was in New York City visting his girlfriend, violet and her famliy. Despite their warnings, they were making out in the basement when the bomb hit. He was lucky to survive, but Viloet died within the hour. Bakura has nothing to lose, but revenge to gain.*
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There was nothing left as Bakura slowly walked out the basement, having long buried Viloet the best he could and not wishing to stay any longer; for it was far to painful to live without her. The city was in ruins, buildings decentergrated by the impact; the sky itself was blood red and all the clouds were pitchblack. The soil itself rank of death and chemicals from the bomb. He started walking down the sidewalk, hoping to find someone else who had lived; but doubt it;seeing how he had no idea how he lived in the first place. He was halfway to the bustop when a giant black widow spider blocked his path. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with you ugly son of a......", Bakura never finished as he decided to kill the insult and deal with this eight legged freak.

He conentrated all his energy into his right hand, a tiny orb of wind starting to form. Soon that orb was a twirling whirlwind of highspeed air that was rushing towards the spider with lightning speeds. Before it knew what had hit it, the spider was easliy 150 feet in the air, gravity quickly bringing it down and crushing it. Sure he had cool powers, but what was the point?. He keep asking himself that and tried to answer as he kept walking down the street.