Damien, he had just found out he was a mutant a week ago. He was in a fight in an underground fighting club. When someone pushed him to far and large dragon like wings emerged from his back, black horns on his head, and a long tail.

Currently you were in charge of showing the boy around Professor Xavier’s Home for Gifted Youngsters.

“I’m not a child, why am I at a damn school!” he says, his dreadlocks a auburn color, and his eyes a deep green