Johnny Gust - Lords of Corruption - Level 50 - Storm/Electric Blast Defender
Johnny was born as Johann Jaffe into a warrior tribe in Congo Africa. His tribe lived off of the coast of the Congo River. They hunted and farmed the produce they needed and lived happily alongside each other. That was until their village was attacked. Johann was just a child when it happened; 9 years old to be exact. Although he was extremely mature for his age he also had a very child like innocence about him. His mother deceased long before he could remember her, the women of the village helped his father raise him right.
The day that his village was attacked was the day that Johann's life changed forever. They came in the dawn. The sun had not yet arisen. With bows and arrows, spears and torches they attacked the slumbering village. Screams of death sent out warning into the village which had quickly became aware of the plight ascended upon them. The village became alive as fires danced, women screamed, and men took up arms against their assailants.
Johann knew that he needed to run and get to the boats, so he did. He took off toward the river which they resided beside, turning back only to catch a glimpse of his father engaged in battle with one of the invaders. Stopping just short of the boat and looking on toward the battle field that was taking place he watched three guys gang up and stab his father. Johann felt something he had never felt before. An anger, a rage, a state of upset took over his very core and as the sun rose up over the horizon the sky blackened and a dark cloud began to cover the sky. Johann ran to his father side and cried over his limp body. He looked up and was met by the three men who cut his father down and in his want, in his need, for them to pay he lashed out. Still unaware of the power he contained the weather began to twist around him. Rain, lightning, ice and winds began to form almost immediately. Bolts of electricity began to strike the assailants knocking them unconscious instantaneously. Tears still failing from his eyes a wind formed around Johann throwing everything and everyone from around him as he continued his unarmed and unconscious assault.
Johann finally realizing that he was still alive finally looked up wiping his eyes and seeing the winds dying, sky clearing and village collapsed around him. Looking down at his hands he seen them spark with visible static. Flinching with the realization that he caused all of this damage to his village he stood up, tears falling all over again and began to run. He ran fast and he ran far making his way to a harbor on the Atlantic Coast of Congo. Wanting only to get away he stowed onto a cargo ship headed to place he would learn only once he got there.
Johann emerged from the cargo ship into a new land. He heard some of the people call it the Mercy Island. He didn't know where he was but he knew that he was not in Africa anymore.
He made his way around for a while. Sleepy in alleys, stealing food from bakeries, and even sleeping inside peoples cars on those dark rainy nights. he lived this way for about 3 months slowly learning English and becoming ever so crafty and exponentially street savvy. At this point Johann had still not come to realization of the power he possessed or the enemies he had made just by living on the street.
One evening Johann began scrounging for food in an alley out behind one of his favorite restaurants. As he began digging into a dumpster he heard something that caught his attention. Behind him he could here metal scrapping metal and what sound like, what can only be described as, fingernails being run across a chalkboard. He froze and jumped from the trashcan slowly turning around to see what made the noise.
"Oh, so you think you can steal food from out dumpster?" said the first guy covered in tattoos and metal piercings.
"Are you enjoying your meal?" asked another guy who pointed at Johann not with hands but metal piercers.
"..." Johann looked up at the guys in fear.
Not wanting to get beat up by these... these... freaks Johann took off out of the alley and down the street as fast as he feet could take him. Too bad for him the freaky guys with the metal piercings were in hot pursuit trying to take out the guy eating their meal. One of the freaks began to fly after Johann quickly closing the gap between the two. Johann quickly ran into an alley and to his dismay it was closed off into a dead end. Frightened and standing against a wall with two people chasing him he thought to himself that this was the end. As the freaks turned the corner and walk up to Johann they spoke.
"Shouldn't have run from us little boy." said the guy with only the piercings.
"Yeah! Now we have to teach you some manners." said the freak with the pincers on his hands.
He revved back his arm and launched a diskette right towards Johann. Thinking that this was the end he closed his eyes and cowered in fear. As the disc approached he expected death to come swift and painless. But... it didn't happen. Time crawled to a snails pace and as Johann opened his eyes he noticed something very strange to him. The diskette was encased in a solid block of ice one foot in front of him. He looked at the freaks and they even looked shocked.
"What the... ?!?" they both asked in utter amazement.
Johann began to tremble as he thought what had happened to his village was happening yet again. But he soon realizes the truth.
"Now why are you picking on this poor kid?" came the voice of a cloaked woman standing behind the freaks. "I mean there are countless people for you to harass and you pick this little runt."
"Who... Who are you?" the freaks asked in near unison.
"Oh silly of me." she spoke before dropping her coat, "I'm War-Witch and I'm here to kick your butts!"
TO BE CONTINUED.