My name of birth is Eli Brooks but nowadays I go by the name Draksadien or Draks for short. I was what you might call an 'unusual' child and for that I was kicked out out the youngest age possible to live on the streets. In all honesty I was a mutant, my eyes an ungodly bright shade of purple, my hair a simular colour, my skin mostly a thick scaley texture that snaked up my arms, legs and neck but left my belly as well as my face bare, my nails were pointed and the same colour as my hair same with my teeth, oh and not to meantion I could turn into fire and give myself fire wings this was all the same purple colour.
I've worked out on the streets for a few years now me being 'different' made it hard for people to accept me, I was young and held onto every glimmer of hope as if it were a life line, stupid people anything the slightest bit different they chuck it away as if it were a disease. So I became a 'freelancer' and with my unique powers came 'unique' jobs. Living on the street taught me a fair few things one of them being how to defend myself, which was made significantly easier with my 'unique' powers.
Humanity never liked me so why should I ever like it back?
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His Eyes Were Purple
Science Fiction"So lets start again shall we, where are they?" ripping the tendon out of his arm blood splattered across the room. Hey I'm not what you would call a normal person, being constantly regected by everone you ask for help from really does something to...
