My name is James Jarvis. A big and tall young man of Haitian and Irish descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I was born to an Irish mother and Haitian father. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me and I was raised by my father's family. Being a biracial dude in the racially diverse but occasionally uptight City of Boston wasn't always easy but I learned to get by. Especially considering what I was fated to deal with in later times.
In 2009, a deadly plague gripped much of the world. It originated in Mexico. It killed many people there. It crossed over to the United States of America and killed thousands. It killed many more in Europe and other parts of the world. In 2010, the World Health Organization declared that the plague was contained. Millions of people worldwide had rushed to obtain the vaccine against the Plague. And my mother was one of them. Decades later, it was discovered that the vaccine against the 2009-2010 Plague had an unusual effect on pregnant women. And their offspring. Basically, any woman who was pregnant while vaccinated had a highly likely chance of giving birth to mutated offspring. An unexpected side effect of the vaccine, which turned out to be worse than the Plague.
There are millions of us out there. Young men and women whose mothers happened to be pregnant with them at the time of vaccination against the worst plague seen by humanity in the twenty-first century. The year is 2029. And mutants are real. Forget the crap you read about in old comic books. Or what you have seen in the movies. There is nothing fun about being a mutant. We don't wear brightly coloured costumes and run around trying to save the world. Mostly we run around trying to stop the world from killing us. That's a big part of a mutant's life these days.
Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-one, big and tall young man with light brown skin, curly black hair and luminescent pale gray eyes. My unique looks a blend of African and Caucasian features, passed onto me by my Haitian father and Irish mother. I look like a regular guy I guess but the world considers me a monster. I have to eat raw meat every day otherwise I go crazy. I can't consume normal food. My system cannot digest what normal human beings like to eat. It wasn't designed to handle any of that. Only raw meat and the blood of freshly killed animals. And for the most part I lead a nocturnal existence. The light of the sun bothers me. It weakens me, makes me sleepy and saps my strength. I prefer to go out at night. This is just one of the many unpleasant facts of my life. I am stronger than a normal human. Not ridiculously so, though. I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds and I can lift seven and a half times my own weight. I can run faster than any of those bozos you see at the Olympic games. Not that they would ever let me compete. I heal quicker than a normal human too. That's one of the reasons why my kind are hated, I guess.
There are all kinds of mutants out there. My buddy Harley Chang is a short, stocky Asian guy with the uncanny ability to secrete a poison ten thousand times more lethal than arsenic. It comes out in his sweat, his spit and it's in his bloodstream. That kind of makes him the type of guy you should avoid. He alone is immune to the effects of his poison. Even with my healing factor, prolonged exposure to his poison would most likely kill me. I met Harley while running from the Hunters in New Jersey. He saved my life. Walked through a squad of Hunters, spraying his poison and slaughtering them like chickens. I'm telling you, snakes got nothing on this guy.
I should probably tell you about the Hunters. The day the humans found out that there were many people who weren't quite normal out there, the governments of the world went nuts. The United States of America formed an alliance with the Confederation of Canada and Mexico. Together they created the North American Protectorate. The N.A.P. enlisted hundreds of thousands of men and women from all walks of life all over North America ( with preference given to soldiers, firefighters and police officers ) and trained them to hunt us. Thus, the Hunters were born. They're armed with cutting-edge weapons. They've got helicopters, airplanes and tanks. They track mutants all over the world. They find us and kill us. Originally, they were supposed to arrest us and detain us to determine whether we represented a threat to human society. At some point, they stopped arresting us and simply shot us on sight.
Welcome to the daily life of a mutant in the twenty-first century, folks. Every human being on the planet thinks you're a monster and they want you dead. You and all others like you are routinely shot like animals on the streets. Actually, we're seen as worse than animals. There are animal rights groups operating all over the world. They protect domestic animals from abusive owners and defend wildlife from poachers. Well, there is no mutant defence agency that I'm aware of. The United Nations has issued a clear warning to all of its members that helping mutants is punishable by death or lengthy imprisonment. Isn't that cool?