Rules: No powerplaying (this includes gods, demigods, big ol' robots like mechs and such things), don't do anything that you know someone doesn't want and have fun ^_^

IC:

It was raining hard, a small fox was laying in the alley, he was sick, and he looked at death as the rain pounded harder.

His name was Dave Richards, an orphan, his parents slain by a demonic hedgehog. No one would let him inside their homes as they looked at his sickly face, thinking they would get sick too.

Dave had wondered the streets, feeding off scraps and garbage. He never got the luxary of clean water and shelter. Trying to keep himself warm with his tail but to no avail.

This is where he finds himself today, dying in an alley, rats scuttling over him. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to finally come whisp him away.

But that wasn't the fate he faced today. Dave heard footsteps. Someone was coming, if it was anyone offering him food and shelter, it was far too late. David opened his eyes to see a hedgehog, but the water in his eyes from the rain made it so he could only see an outline of the shadowy figure and a pair of glowing red eyes.

He woke up in a lab, laying down and braced down so he couldn't move at all. The hedgehog was standing over him. Looking at him intently and smiling.

"Your a lucky boy, your life is being spared."

Something about the tone in his voice, it seemed like there was a price to pay, almost evil. He closed his eyes, hoping that nothing would happen to him. Soon afterwards, a shock of electricity went through him and he went unconcious.

**

The hedgehog was performing experiments on him, altering him. Outfitting with armor and replacing his blood and organs with some kind of machinery. He could still eat and breathe, and everything that of a normal human, but his heart didn't have to flow, and had no use for a heart. Nor did he have to go to the bathroom, what he ate and drank was transformed into energy while didn't power him up but got rid of any weariness in him. All of the organs were there only to give a sense of reality. His senses were made so he could see with perfection and hear just about anything.

As for weapons, two blades for each wrist was fitted on him and a Desert Eagle was put in a holster on his right leg.

He was now induced with DNA that Coron had collected from a few candidates from the world and beyond that are skilled in combat. Now all that was needed was to train the combat skills he had so they are perfected

**

The fox awoke, but all memory was erased, he knew nothing except the basics, how to walk, how to talk and and such movements, along with the basics of fighting. He had knowledge, but not unmatched, just that of a middle aged man.

"Finally you awake, Tace Prono."

Apparently his name was Tace Prono, he tried to move, but he was braced down, he strained and the braces broke with relative ease. A mirror was placed in front of him and he looked at his own body.

He had blue armor from his elbows down and knees down, and his chest and stomach area. On his chest was a yellow circle which glowed whenever energy was made. His fur was showing on the upperside of his legs and arms, and his head was bare. He noticed a gun on his side and blades barely showing on his wrists. They slid out when he twisted his wrist a certain way.

He looked at the hedgehog, he was demonic looking, horns sticking sharp fangs could be seen when he opened his mouth. His fur was midnight blue and his spines were black and sticking upwards and an occasional whisp of darkness would come from them.

But there was no urge to fight the obvious evil in front of him.

"Shall we begin your combat training?"

****

After a month of combat training, Tace was sent out to kill innocents and attract authority and possible threats so Tace would be able to eliminate them.

So he started the chaos...

TBC

Okies, thats the start, anyone may join! And no beating the crap outta Tace