[center][h1]Somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona[/h1][/center]

He woke with a jolt, his eyes opening to see an clear blue sky overhead, the harsh light of the sun beating down savagely upon his head. Instead of discomfort, however, the oppressive heat and the dry, moisture free heat of the day brought a sense of peace over him. He let out a contented sigh before rising to a sitting position. No thoughts whispered into his mind, as it was empty of everything but a name: Jayden. It was who he was, and yet, it was who he wasn't. An odd statement to consider, but it was the only thing that could explain his feeling of confusion. Alas, his peace was not to last, as he felt something get pressed up against his head, a voice talking to him from behind.

"Well now, looks like you're alive after all. Too bad you won't be for much longer. Stand up, or I'll paint the dirt with your brain right here and now."

The man didn't say a word, rising slowly from his position on the ground. Something about this gunman's tone irked him, but he could figure out what. Some part of his kind was wondering why he wasn't freaking out as it seemed like his life was about to come to an abrupt an immediate so soon after beginning. However, even as the gunman started talking, presumably to give demands, he was trying to figure out what it was about the man that bothered him so. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally hit him, as did the gunman's, obviously pissed that this strange man was ignoring him.

"Hey, where do you get off spacing out while I got a gun to your head, dumb bast-AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Before the gun men had a chance to react, the mysterious man had turned the tables in him, turning around swiftly to grab his arm and breaking it at the elbow after locking it with his arms via a solid strike to it. Now he was left rolling on the ground, holding his unnaturally bent limb while the man played with the gun he'd retrieved from the attempted robber. After turning it around a few times, he held it firmly in his hand, finger on the triggers as he turned to his aggressor turned victim, a sadistic smile on his face as he pointed the firearm at the pathetic figure.

"You're much too pathetic to think you can command me around, and I think a punishment is in order for your transgressions." Jayden gets ready like he's about to shoot the man, but the gun suddenly crumbles away into sand, slowly at first, but soon it gets overtaken by his power. The sand particles whirl around his hand, the smile never fading as he brings it down on the gunman's face, his look of horror only souring Jayden on as he made use of his suddenly discovered power, more of a instinctual  decision than a thought out one, and that same instinct guided his actions as the sand began to spin wildly around his victim's face. 

Soon, screams of pain would fill the air as gunman was killed, slowly and painfully having his face shredded apart by a mini sandstorm. After there was nothing left of the flesh, Jayden was surprised to hear a faint moan from the body, though it was quick to turn into dark amusement.

"Well now, looks like you're still alive. Too bad you won't be for much longer." He spoke in mocking pantomime of his victim's words, before turning away from the dying man, the sand flowing around him now bathed the most delightful shade of red. [i]What a magnificent color, so full of passion, vitality, and emotion. I don't think a more beautiful color exist then that of the blood that gives us life. And all that is red belongs to me, for I . . . am Set.[/i]

Another name, but this one made him feel full and alive. And as he walked away from the corpse of his victim, he spied a couple of bag in the distance, guarded by a strange hound, looking closer to a wolf, except that it's fur was the most curious shade; a deep blood red that was solid through out it's form. A curious thing, as he doubted that dogs were normally of such coloration, but he shrugged it off, reaching out to pet the beast as he passed before collecting one of the bags. It was a dark red, nearly black, and attached to it's side was an odd curved sword, which he took in hand with a smile, enjoying the familiar feel of the blade in hand. 

Now armed with a good weapon of his own, he walked off in a random direction, now noticing that he and that bandit had been in the middle of a road, leading to a city he somehow knew was Phoenix. Instead of taking the road, however, he took his own path, walking for an unknown distance across the desert until he came upon an orchard of somekind. He didn't know how he knew of this place, only that his senses had led him here. Something was here, he could feel in his bones.

While he waited for something to happen, though he didn't know what, he reached out to pick one of the fruits, only to hear the sound of rushing footsteps. Turning around, he is suddenly plowed over by a running figure, both falling to the ground behind a small patch of overgrowth. The stranger's mouth was covered to keep them quite, the blade at their neck to assure their silence as some men ran by, seeming to be looking for something, before rushing off after their supposed quarry.

Once they were gone, Set looked down at his captive, eyes shining with a mischievous glimmer as he slowly took the blade and sheathed it, flipping their positions so that the stranger, a beautiful raven-haired woman, was underneath him. They'd stay this way for a bit longer, gazing at her with a enchanted curiousity. As he did so, the woman would get the chance to study her savior(?). He was a caucasian man with slightly tanned skin, his eyes a deep red in color as he gazed down at her. His hair was a chaotic mess of wild locks that went down to his chin, taking on a bright red coloration. His eyes were lined with thick black-lines, further accentuating their unnatural color. His feature were also somewhat angled and sharp, giving him a rather sly look to his face, one that spoke of mischief and wrong doing. His clothes were rather light, being only a red jacket, some boots, and jeans. His jacket was open, with only his bare skin underneath, his thin body being packed with lean muscle. Along with all of this was an intimidating presence he had, which radiated danger and warning without his conscious effort. 

After so long without words, Set simply chuckled before getting up, offering a hand to help the woman up. Whether she accepted her help or not, he'd then give a small nod in the direction of the bandits, the grin never leaving his face.

"I'm guessing they're not friends of yours. Lucky thing you ran into me, or who knows what might have happened. A stroke of luck, or maybe this is a fated encounter? Whatever the matter, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Jayden, what's yours?"

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