The world was dead. No one knew when it started, or what started it, but it had set on quickly and destroyed everything in its path. Some thought of it as Armageddon; others though man had something to do with it, some kind of nuclear disaster. Those who knew the truth perished along with the world, keeping the downfall of planet earth a secret. Many brave men and women ventured outside the cities in search of answers and cures, but no one has come back successful...if they returned at all.<br/><br/>Onin, the leader of one of the more prospering cities, tried his hand at searching for an answer. He wanted the earth restored just as much, if not more than anyone else. He lost his entire family and newly wed husband to the earths destruction; all to the same disease that struck secondary to the main event. Onin always assumed that the planet was tired of mankind and was trying to get rid of the species as a whole and start new.<br/><br/>Standing at six foot three and weighing in at one hundred and sixty two pounds, Onin was a muscular and attractive man. Some considered him intimidating, others knew how sweet he could be...even if the large scar cutting across his face said differently. Like most, Onin wasn’t considered precious, as he had many scars covering his body from his many ventures outside of the safety of the city. A human without any markings and scars was considered rare and precious. They could be used as currency, a trophie, or just for fun.<br/><br/>One of Onin friends decided that one of these would be the perfect birthday present for Onin. They had dragged him out to the city gates where a smaller male had been dropped off. Auburn hair, dark eyes, and pale, scarless skin.<br/><br/>“He’s from a neighboring, enemy city.” His friend explained. Onin circled around the other; examining and studying this male. He was tied up, laying on the ground in front of him. “The son of heir leader, nonetheless.” The man added. “So happy birthday! Drinks later?”<br/><br/>Onin smirked, though he wasn’t sure how to feel about receiving a live human being as a birthday present. “Yeah, drinks later...” he agreed. Dismissing the other, Onin squatted down in front of this new prisoner. He was sure his face wasn’t very friendly or inviting, nor was it meant to be. This man wasn’t in friendly hands and he wouldn’t be treated like a king, either. “What’s your name?”