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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gideon" data-source="post: 2666331" data-attributes="member: 2813">Once again a rough draft.Ultimate Marrow:They say Marrow was born from the corpses of the street.  They say he rose to life to revenge those innocents taken by the dope dealers and crime lords.  They say he is a ghost.  They are wrong.Fracture was born Deckard O’Connell in the bowels of New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen.  His mother, a poor diseased hooker barely saw her son’s spiked face and shoulders before she died.  She had been torn apart as the infant’s bone spikes drew painful wounds in her as he was brought into the world.  The malformed and mutated child had innocently murdered the only parent that might have cared.  Street scavengers swarmed for the few trinkets and coins that the corpse carried.  When the looters were finished with their grisly job, they through the corpse and her screaming infant into the sewers.From the day Deckard was born he hurt.  Bone spur pierced his skin in sharp bursts drawling screeching wails of pain and terror.  That pain saved his life.  Callisto heard the child’s screams and came to put the poor creature out of his misery.  But as she looked down on the mud and blood stained infant her heart went out to the child.  She soothed the child and with the help of Healer she silenced his pain.  From that day forward she became his surrogate mother.  Everyday Callisto taught young Deckard to control his mutation.  Deckard O’Connell knew 6 years of peace. His destiny of blood and battle began the night soldiers brought death to the tunnels.  Deckard brought death to the soldiers.   Mikhail’s Hill claimed the few survivors that were left in the massacre’s wake. Rasputin’s Hill hardened Deckard into a fierce and terrible warrior.  Everyday for 14 years Deckard trained and fought.  Slowly, fight-by-fight Deckard rose through the ranks; Deckard climbed the Hill.  Deckard stood below only Mikhail for over 6 years leaving broken and bloody challengers in his wake.  Every member of the Gene Nation that Deckard bloodied brought him closer to his goal.  Deckard would release his family from Rasputin’s grasp.  When he was ready Deckard climbed to the top of the Hill, right over Mikhail Rasputin’s body.  In that terrible battle with Rasputin, Mikhail had created a portal to escape from Deckard’s vengeance; A portal that stood after its creator fall.Deckard led his people through the portal to the outskirts of a cluster of villages in the verdant plains of Africa.  The Morlocks were no longer innocents with grotesque mutations that hid from society.  They had become The Gene Nation, a group of highly skilled and deadly warriors.  Fierce but few, to ensure their survival Deckard struck a deal with the neighboring king of Wakanda, T’challa.  The Gene Nation would be citizens of Wakanda.  T’challa, the experienced statesman demanded two concessions from the young Gene Nation.  Deckard would serve as his personal bodyguard and the former Morlock must never challenge him for the thrown of Wakanda.Deckard stood in the alley, dirty rain plastering down his red mane.  T’Challa danced inside at the embassy ball with powdered girls in too expensive skirts.  Honor kept him waiting there: honor and loyalty to the Gene Nation.  A desperate scream dragged Deckard down the alley.  A woman was being held down by a mountain of a man and raped by a second.  The first didn’t have a chance with his pants by his ankles.  The giant took a second longer.  Deckard retrieved the cops from the front door.  The woman cried her thanks and wept her story.  Deckard was a hero.For almost two hours. The man was the son of the Latverian ambassador.  One large lump sum later and the woman’s story had changed.  Her new tale painted Marrow as the rapist and the two Latverians as would be saviors.  She had branded Deckard a coward.  He had lived through the massacre; he had conquered the Hill and had managed to keep his honor.  Violence didn’t bother him; betrayal stole his heart.Marrow barely escaped from the authorities.  He fled back into the sewers with the aid of T’challa.  Marrow had become an outlaw, scrounging a living as he skulked in the cities refuse.  Marrow found his way into an underground arena where fights were brutal and deadly.  The arena was no different than life on the Hill. ‘Slim’ Jacobs was a low rung player in the underworld, a member of the Mozella family.  He handled the street fights in the ‘meat pen’.  Marrow excelled in the ring easily taking down metas and normal fighters alike.  On more than one occasion the Don and his sons came to watch the blood sport.  Antonia Mozella didn’t like to waste talent in the meat pen and quickly had Marrow running a variety of ‘special’ errands for him.  Marrow quickly became known as one of the meanest enforcers in town.  The cold calculation of warriors had hardened into a sharp cruelty in Marrow.  Marrow quickly learned to wield fear as a third weapon.   Marrow’s brutal efficiency earned him a dark reputation.  A reputation that grew large enough for even Kingpin to notice.  Kingpin quickly ‘convinced’ Antonia Mozella that Marrow had a new employer.  In the three months he worked for Kingpin, Marrow fought Daredevil, Spiderman, and even some of the X-men.  The spark that was Marrow’s honor had all but died.That spark was rekindled in less than a heartbeat.  Marrow had been sent to pound the money from a mutant who had welched on a debt.  Three men had already pounded on the creature before Marrow had arrived.  Thirty seconds after Marrow had walked in the warehouse door three corpses lay pined to the ground by three foot long bone stakes.  Softly, Marrow let Callisto free from her bonds.  His mother was free. Not an hour later, Marrow had a price on his head.  Hunted by police and criminals; Deckard was trapped.  His escape came in the form of an offer for a new team of heroes.Opinions welcome (notice the lack of mass murder this time)</blockquote>

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