New Orleans, Louisiana, United States of America

In the dead of night, in a bar in the centre of town is a championship poker game. The game has been going on for about 4 hours, and only two people remain. One is current champion Daniel Negreanu, and the other is a newcomer, Frenchman Remy LeBeau.

Daniel was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, as well as simple gray sneakers, which was normal compared to what Remy was wearing. Remy was wearing black, skin tight leather trousers, a burgundy tank top, made out of solid steel, as well as metal boots and black, fingerless gloves. Remy had long brown hair, which he had to keep moving from his face, aswell as stubble for facial hair.

Remy keeps stroking his stubble whenever he has a good hand, and taps on the table when he has a bad one, so far his fingers have not made contact with the table. Remy opens his mouth, and speaks with a French accent.
"I'd give up if I were you monsieur," Remy smiled whilst receiving two new cards "You shall not win"
"We shall see LeBeau." Daniel replies in his Canadian accent.

Remy was dealt a jack and a king, Daniel with two aces. Remy started tapping on the table.
"I'll call" Remy threw some chips in
"Raise" Daniel threw some more in

Remy raised an eyebrow, and watched three cards get placed onto the table, A queen, an ace and a 10. Daniel smiled, but hid it by stroking his mouth. Remy kept on tapping the table.
"Call" Remy placed the cards down as he threw some chips into the pile
"All in" Daniel smiled as he placed all of his chips in the pile
"I guess I have no choice", Remy sighed and Daniel smiled, thinking he was about to fold "All in"
"What?" Daniel jumped up in shock. "You can't win this kid"
"The game isn't over yet, there's one more card"
Daniel sat down as the dealer placed one more card onto the table, it was the fourth and final ace. Daniel smiled as he placed his two cards down, face up.
"Quad Aces" The dealer spoke
"Good," Remy turned his cards over "But not good enough"
"Royal Flush, winner is Remy LeBeau"

Remy arose from his chair, and brushed his hand through his long brown hair.
"Good Game" He smiled and turned around. He walked out, not even taking the trophy or the money he won.

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Two Days Later. Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States of America

Remy walks into a rundown bar and sits on a bar stool. He had ordered a bottle of beer and started drinking from it, when he felt his steel top being pulled backwards. He was soon on the floor and the bottle was beside him, smashed. An elderly man walked up to him, wearing a black suit and looked into Remy's red eyes, with his blue ones.
"You okay son?" He spoke with an English accent.
"I'm fine" Remy went to stand up, but was being weighed down by his armour.
"Don't get up, I want to talk to you"
"You," Remy tries to grab the old man, but fails "Your doing this to me"
"Yes, I'm like you," The old man sits down on a stool beside him "We're both mutants"
"Your point?"
"I want your help, I need someone to send a message to those who aren't mutants"
"Not interested," Remy kept trying to get up "Can I get up now?"
"Yes," The old man did nothing, but Remy stood up "I will not force you to help, but if you ever come looking for me, try New York"
The old man stood up and started walking towards the door.
"Who are you?" Remy asked, watching him carefully.
The old man turned to face Remy and smiled "Magneto"