You are the chief of an Indian tribe. To protect your tribe the shaman prayed to the gods go granted you increased stamina, speed strength, endurance, immortality and heightened senses. But the price was that you would always hunger for war. Your tribe grew. It expandEd it's territory. But your family saw the darkness within you and the tribe banished you for your bloodlust. Over the years your tribe was overrun by the invaders. They were no more. Only you remained. What was life anymore without your family and tribe. You attempted to kill yourself but found you could not. You could not die. You begged and pleaded to the gods who relented their curse slightly. You could not die but from a battle wound. Knowing this you threw yourself into fight after fight murdering countless soldiers fought against you always hoping one of them would land a lucky shot and your torment would end. But unbeknownst to you another curse resided upon you. No man could ever land a killing blow to you. But not knowing this you threw yourself into the fray over and over never knowing that your torment would never cease...