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Alright so is anyone gonna go blade hunting with me or should I find another way to meet people

Danny "Oh right, also, nice little side-note." he said, his mocking tone echoing through-out the island "I may or may not have a plan to kill off every kike loving commie-scum blade member inside our lovely protective wall. Thought you'd like to know. If your interested, meet me under my flag. Or one of them at least.You'll find a two-way radio with a channel scratched into the back. Contact me and I'll find you. End transmission of tonight." He hated the persona he maintained on his station, but it caught people's attention, and that's what he needed.

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My apologies

Danny "Also friends and not so friendlies, come the fall of the sun look for the rise of my flag, and believe me fuckers you'll know it when you see it." He said, afterwards turning off the intercom and sprinting back into the open. A few minutes had passed, and the sun was just starting to disappear. He slowly raised up his [flag](http://www.britishnationalfront.net/newflag4.jpg), then flicked on a few giant floodlights.

Jihord He nods, grunting. He lifts himself on the balls of his feet, the right foot behind the left, and lifts his fist to his brow, keeping his elbows in.

Danny He slammed the heel of his boot down, a loud crack sounding as the Blades's open jaw split on the curb of the side-walk. He had been stalking this particular blade member for hours, before getting far enough from the wall to break this guys mental processing core. It's difficult to fight back if you're prone to seizures when hearing the sound of someone snap. And its even harder when you come too when your teeth are on a curb and someone is about to stomp on the back of your head. He rifled through this guy's corpse quickly, knowing that after he hadn't reported in within five minutes, an emergency squad would be here in ten minutes, armed to the teeth. He managed to get a half full pack of cigarets and an ounce bottle of whiskey before command called back for reports. When he heard the radio static, he took off, sprinting to his underground apartment. A perk of being able to change your genome sequences, was you could easily survive the 600 foot drop down an empty elevator shaft. He placed the loot on his desk before quickly pressing the activation switch for the intercom he had rigged throughout the Island. It was basically a Giant system of speakerphones, that translated his voice into frequencies only mutants and animals could hear. "Good evening citizens of fuck-all Island." He said with a mockingly radio host voice "The weather today doesn't fucking matter and the traffic is more lifeless then your dead aunt. In news, a Blade has been found curb-stomped and dead downtown on 43rd street, and if you're nearby I'd suggest getting the hell out of there, unless you feel like joining him."

Name: Danny Balint Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance:  Power: Genome Identification and manipulation Genomes are dna strands of information that program your existence, Danny can identify which strand controls which attribute, and adjust it to his will. The only attributes he can't control are freewill, and the mutated genes that give the outcasts their powers. Basically, if he wants, he can make you a heroin addict, or make you need anger management classes for the rest of your life. Bio: Danny was raised in a very liberal home, was taught to think drink and act as a liberal. At the age of 13 he stumbled upon a book written By Benito Mussolini called the doctrines of fascism, after reading it over and over he discovered how much sense it made. After researching fascism and Benito Mussolini he discovered fascism's ties with the National Socialist movement and Hitler himself. At first Danny was scared away from fascism, but he eventually returned to the political and philosophical ideologies. Upon his reconversion at 15, he began to study National Socialism in depth, after several months of reading both Of hitler's books, a few writings of Julius Evola, and watching hours of Hitler's speeches he converted to Nazism. Upon his 17 birthday his powers began to develop, and his ability to identify DNA sequences confirmed his beliefs in racial differences.

Jihord "Use brann or kokende vann. Fire or boiling water." He grunted,following Leon to the arena, his bout of social anxiety passing. "Våpen eller never? Weapons or fists?" He grunted, wrapping his fists in white knuckle-tape, and pulling off his black sweater, wearing a tight black t-shirt underneath, revealing also an ægishjálmur rune on a leather necklace.