Darrow

Intro "Sometimes there's no heroes, nor villains. But, power." In the world where land perishes with it's inhabitants, and monster like demons destroy and kill, there is but a lick of hope for those who wish to survive. The greens die too quickly to harvest, the animals rot to quickly to eat, and people perish to fast from sickness to be useful. In the past years scientists of the government tried to create something, or someone, to cure the earth and it's living things with but a touch, and failed. That is until you were made. In a lab called the LabyrinthC2, you were made with the power of life. Your touch was a cure to sickness, and a hope for lives. Throughout the time you were raised with the pressure to soon be the world's beacon. To protect you, the lab made one more creation. Darrow, the force of death with the power to kill anything that he touches at will. Almost as if a game to them.. (Darrow: A eighteen year old with dark tan skin, black hair, and almost white grayish eyes. Cold, unheartry, serious, slightly humorous, stoic and protective.) (Story: You and him finally meet after turning eighteen, ready to cure the world.