In the year 1970, a top secret project began. A team of scientists sought to create a new and improved brand of humanity. They combined human and animal DNA and were able to genetically engineer a new species. This new species was known as the Titans. They looked like human beings, except that they were taller and decidedly tougher physically. The Titans were stronger, faster and smarter than ordinary humans. Originally, the scientists created forty eight hundred of these genetically enhanced men and women. They escaped from their creators and quickly disposed of them. The Titans were unleashed upon the planet Earth.
The leader of the Titans was a man known as Jonathan Braxos. He was a charismatic youth and one of the most promising among his genetically enhanced brethren. He stood six feet six inches tall, muscular, with black hair and pale green eyes. He was the first one to unite his brethren under a common goal. The Titans wanted to take over the planet Earth. Jonathan and his lover, the beautiful Alexandra Gurkru, a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed woman with amazing intelligence, planned it out. They were opposed by a fellow Titan named Joseph Phebus. Phebus opposed Braxos. He took over the Nuclear arsenal of the United States of America and triggered global warfare in an act of madness. The face of the planet Earth was forever altered. Over two billion people died. The survivors called this day the Day of Doom. This happened on the third day of July 2007. This was a day the world would never forget. Jonathan Braxos and his fellow superhumans went underground in a bomb shelter in order to survive the Nuclear holocaust that followed.
Jonathan Braxos would later lead his superhumans out of the darkness. Almost all of them had survived the Day of Doom. Jonathan and his genetically enhanced brethren were the super predators in a world gone mad. Earth had been plunged in barbarism. The planet looked like a gigantic wasteland. Out of the ashes of the world, the superhumans sought to rebuild civilization. They quickly took over the remnants of humanity. Most of the survivors in North America fell under the sway of a powerful leader known as Lord Braxos. Braxos had decided to build himself an empire. With his fellow superhumans and their human allies, they set to change the world for the better. Jonathan Braxos was the first Overlord of North America. He lived to the ripe old age of one hundred and twenty. His grandson Maximus Braxos took over after his death. All of Braxos's children had died before the Overlord's death. Jonathan Braxos had tried really hard to build a new civilization from the ashes of the fallen one. He saw it as his duty, as the leader of a superior brand of humanity. Unlike their human counterparts, the Titans had multiplied and were now a thriving community.
The capital of the Braxian empire was in what once was Boston, Massachusetts. Jonathan Braxos had been fond of the city and had done much to try to restore it. Boston was the place where he met the woman who later became his wife, Alexandra Gurkru. The Titans ruled North America. The rest of the world was left to fend for itself. China and Japan had not been terribly affected by the Nuclear war and were thriving countries. India was also thriving. Most of Europe was not doing so well but Greece had just become a super power in the European continent. One of the Titans, a man named Michael Jharsa had gone to South Africa with a few hundred superhumans and had survived the Nuclear war. They were doing quite well. Africa had barely been affected by the Nuclear war. The Africans were doing quite well for themselves. The entire continent was ruled by a man named George Khor, the successor of Michael Jharsa. The Republic of South Africa was the throne world of a continental empire. The Americans were not the undisputed masters of the world but they were doing better than many. This was mainly due to the irresistible leadership of the Braxos family. Things were about to change for many of them. Although much of civilization had been restored by the efforts of the superhumans, ordinary humanity wasn't always content to have these genetically enhanced people as its masters. The seeds of revolt had been planted long ago. It was up to the current leader to maintain peace in the empire. The current leader, the youthful Maximus Braxos would have a world of work ahead of him.
Lord Maximus Braxos stood on the terrace of the palace. He was looking at the beautiful city of Boston below. His grandfather had loved this city and spent decades repairing it. He had been fond of the place long before the Day of Doom. Maximus was a man with a lot of troubles. He was the leader of the entire North American continent. His empire was vast. He had much to ponder and important decisions to make everyday.
Maximus stood six feet two inches tall, well-built, with black hair and pale green eyes. He was almost the spitting image of his grandfather, Overlord Jonathan Braxos. His grandfather had built an empire out of the ashes of the civilization that fell through Nuclear warfare. His grandfather had handpicked him to rule the empire. Maximus had seen his whole family die in power struggles. He had seen them hurt and betray each other. All because of power. He had never been very interested in politics although he was groomed to become a leader. He loved books. His grandfather had hundreds of thousands of books salvaged from the pre-Nuclear times and the young Maximus had fallen in love with the time of his grandfather. He read Karl Marx. He also read about the adventures of Alexander the Great and Napoleon Bonaparte. He read about Achilles and Hector in the Trojan war. He read the Thousand and One Nights. He fell in love with literature. He was fascinated by physics and mathematics. He loved Geography. He loved computers. If he had a choice, he would have become a techie. That's where his passion lay.
Maximus was the child of genetically enhanced human beings. He was stronger and faster than the average human being. He wasn't athletic or anything. He could easy lift five hundred pounds. He could run a distance of thirty miles in a little more than one hour. His stamina and speed were greater than anything human. He was by no means unique. There were many superhumans around. Thousands. The descendants of those genetically enhanced men and women created by the scientists of the twentieth century. The grandchildren and sometimes great grandchildren of the legendary Titans from the past. Maximus loved spending time on the terrace of the palace. It was so beautiful and peaceful. It was perhaps the only time which he had to himself. He was quite young, as far as leaders went. Only twenty three years old.
