People... Religion tells us that everyone is equal since the birth, but is that true? You haven't thought about talent? It is given to everyone since the birth, but is individual.
It needs to be kept, grown and exalted.
Someone was a great trader. Some other - adventurer that can't be found in centuries. And there are some people that like fights very much. We can't stand their temper, they are all great warriors. They're different as day and night and same as two drops of a morning dew.
There was born some boy... He was fearless, undertook all very hard job. There were rumours that he's a sword of the skies or he sold his soul for a immortality.
He was invincible... You say there's no invincible people? That's right. But when he fell on knees he rose and repeatedly fights for his life. And always wins.
That boy started his way very long time ago. He gathered best warriors, these warriors gathered other best warriors. And that's how this powerful brotherhood was made.
They are often called mercenaries, swashbucklers, thugs and even crazed ones. They just want a bit of happiness. What is happiness? For someone it's a lot of gold, for other - power... But not for these guys. They're happy only in war. They're overcoming with sadness when the last enemy falls on a battlefield...
Enemies scared from them and friends respect them... Glory bursts ahead them. They just brush-off...
They call themselves - "The Expendables"