The L.O.V has been scouting new members for a long time. You never really wanted to be a hero per se, but you didn’t really wanna be a villain either. But people don’t always get what they want. You woke up in a living room with a bar surrounded by people. One with scars, one with blonde hair, one with hands and a lizard looking one.

“What’s your name, kid?” The one with scars asked.