Thread: Welcome To The Future, Mr. Relic. [IGW x TheUnknown]

900 or so years prior The world had been advancing far beyond what many had thought possible and while many were okay with this change, one of them in-particular was a little bummed and that particular person was named Drake Relic. Starting his life with a prostitute of a mother and an abusive father, Drake had seen the worst of what humanity was capable of from the moment he was able to open his eyes. Drake had spent many a nights on the streets as a young boy, either fighting with other street kids or talking with local gangs and doing petty thievery work for them to earn his way. By age fifteen Drake killed his first person which happened to be his very own father. A drunken night where he'd beat on Drake and his mom, Drake used a kitchen knife to show the man just how appreciative he was. His mother had been unconscious due to one too many blows to the head and had later died from swelling in the brain, leaving Drake homeless. After that, Drake dropped off of he radar for the next three years as he'd spent a good chunk of his time working with a local gang till he showed up again around the age of eighteen working as an assassin for said gang. Six years of working for the gang earned him enough reputation and more than enough money to branch out on his own as a freelance assassin for the highest bidder, which turned out to be very lucrative and earned him a LOT of attention from both sides of the law. Over the next ten years Drake would work his way up the ladder of highest ranking professional assassin's, making it to the top around the age of thirty-four years of age. If someone wanted a job from him, they were looking to pay about four hundred thousand minimum. The higher priority or the more powerful the target, the more money one would be spending. No one was safe from him either. Politician's, judges, cops, drug lords, everyone had a price. However, despite all of that bloodshed, Drake had a golden rule. No women or children and no innocent lives were taken. If his target was a woman, he wouldn't accept the job. It didn't matter how twisted and evil the woman was, he refused the contract. Anyone under the age of fifteen was also off limits. Everyone else was fair game. At the ripe age of thirty-six and in the prime of his career, a competitor and rival assassin ratted him out to the police and after a three day man hunt as well as several police officers killed, Drake was finally caught and sentenced to Cryo-prison. His term was set for one hundred twenty-seven years in Cryo-stasis before being eligible for parolethawing. Present day Year 3000 During the time that Drake had been in his Cryo-slumber, he had nightmares of his past before becoming an assassin, re-lived every assassination he'd ever gone through and got to see every mistake he'd ever made. When those memories ran repetitive, his mind started to show him what was going on outside of his cube or just give him a blank sleep until one fateful day that blank sleep was interrupted by sirens and a warm gel slowly melting the ice away from his body and rejuvenating his cells to wake them up. A small electrical charge was pulsed through this gel in order to jump start his heart from the metabolic state that it'd been in and when that happened, the rest of his body responded. Flickers of white lights showed beyond his eye lids as he took in his first breath of air after being without it for however long and a faint pair of voices were speaking. They sounded like they were behind a concrete wall but he could make out a few words. As he started to hear more like the beeping from monitors and the hissing of machines. He felt his heart rate jack up a notch as an unfamiliar female voice entered his ears telling him to take his time. Take his time with what? Opening his eyes slowly his eyes were blurred and hazy. Blinking several times he lifted his hand to wipe his eyes. When his vision didn't clear he started to panic a bit. He'd gone under with perfect vision. Why did it feel like he was looking through dirty coke bottles?! Looking to his right he saw a blurred shape with pink hair...or something pink on their head and freaked, his fist shooting out as it came into contact with a hard flat surface and cracked whatever it was. He tried to speak but his throat felt like a desert and his jaw was incredibly stiff. The inability to speak also made his heart rate kick up again as he started hammering his fist into that cracked spot to get out of where ever he was. He could tell the surface was re-enforced given how it would bend rather than shatter like normal glass but his panic and a sudden surge of new-found strength made him easily shatter the glass around the flexible film as he started to deform the capsule front he was behind.