Mark, a human-dragon hybrid, walked through the dark alleys to get to his appartment. even though it was in the "badlands" no one messed with him and those that did, well they learned. it started when a mugger took his necklace, unfortunatly for the mugger, he did not know the necklaces true purpose and ran.. Mark, without the necklace, went into a rampage and tracked down the killer by pouncing on him and smashing his head into the curb until the sewer ran with blood, e got his necklace back and walked calmly away. no one, from that point on dared to even call the cops on him, as he could easily kill them as well.<br/><br/>However on this day, he reached his old, 2 room place and turned on the light. it flickered and then came on revealing a very clean room except for the ripped cusions and blood, (he calls it from previous owner, but the tears came from him brings back a hooker, fucking her and then accidently killing her, in which he disposed of the body and continued his life. He checked his labtop for reports and none were shown..."damn, not one request, dont people want others dead?"<br/><br/>Mark, a hitman by trade and using steelworker as a cover job, went to the fridge and got a chilled piece of pizza, he devoured it in one bite and went over to his chair next to the window, he closed the blinds and went to sleep, his hand clasp around his .45. His last thought before he went to sleep..."what happened to me?"