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Blade/-The- Daywalker
About the Character
Name: Eric Brooks
Alias: Blade, The Daywalker
Age: 38 yrs. Old
Gender: Male
Alliance: Loner/Rogue
Occupation: Professional Vampire Hunter
Physical Appearance: Blade is a well firmed man due to his continues physical activity and the spare time he spends training. He has very little scars due to being born a half-vampire. He keeps a strong aura about him just by the way he carries himself. Never slouching in a sense, and always with a devil may care attitude that gives off just how much he cares about those around him if they haven't worked themselves into his good graces. He stands at an even height of 5'11", no taller no shorter. His body is made up of complete muscle, with little to no fat at all. His abdomen is well toned as well as the biceps that make up his arms, thighs, and legs. His hair is grown out just slightly, cut in a buzzed fashioned, tipped off by designs that make their way from the left side of his head to the right side. His black, vandyke beard, is trimmed and thin almost at all times.
What stands out the most about Blade, however, are his golden eyes that stand out against the dark mocha color of his flesh. It's rare that anyone gets to see the look in those eyes. The true color of what they exude, for he always has a pair of dark shades that cover them. He doesn't believe in the saying 'In the eyes of the killer', because he is the killer and the last thing he needs is someone having a window into his soul because that is exactly what the eyes are. Blade's main style of clothing consists of a black, bullet proof, leather vest, glooves, boots, and a trench coat that is lined in red. Along with his trousers, there is a knife sheath strapped just above his left knee, and a sheath for his sword that's kept upon his back.
When in the comfort of his hideout, his posture and his outlook doesn't really change. He's always ready and nothing will change that. The most he's possibly seen in is a wifebeater and a pair of comfortable pants that's easy for him to move in. His hideout has been broken into before, and there is no telling when he has to be ready to defend his life. Especially given the amount of enemies he has in the world. For his size and stature, Blade is a very flexible male, and a great athlete and gymnastic. Its part of the reason he's so successful in his hunts. He's hated by many, and feared all the same. Nothing will change that over time, no matter how many vampires, hunters, or Daywalkers come along. He is the original Daywalker.
Personal Effects: The most noticeable items that Blade carries with him that is particularly special would probably have to be his prize sword. It's custom made of one hundred percent silver, always sharpened, and ready to find its way into the heart of any vampire. The hilt is custom made with a timer, which activates a quad of blades that outjut from all sides when grabbed the wrong way. Its been known to take off an enemies entire hand. Very dangerous in a sense, and Blade is never seen without it.
Weapon(s): Blade has the superhuman speed, strength, reflexes, senses, and endurance that vampires do. Though not having most of their weaknesses gives him the advantage. Blade heals more quickly than normal with almost no scarring. He is resistant to mind control and transformation into a vampire. He has developed an uncanny skill to tell if someone is a vampire on sight no matter how they try to hide it. Blade is a highly skilled fighter. He does have a thirst for blood but can control it with a special serum.
As his name suggests he uses blades. He is an expert and highly skilled in several forms of sword fighting. He also keeps an arsenal of more modern weapons that exploit the weaknesses of vampires using such elements as silver, garlic, ultraviolet rays, and anti-coagulants, e.g. automatic and semi-automatic firearms modified to use hollow-point silver bullets filled with garlic. He is also known to carry numerous other weapons that would cause damage to those that are supernatural such as herbs.
Modelled After: Wesley Snipes
Personality Desc.: Real. Independant. Arrogant. Abrasive. That's what many see when people actually get to glimpse into the life of Blade and see what he is really like, and what he has really been through. Throughout his younger years of living he's searched for a purpose, never succeeding in finding one until Whistler found him. Until Whistler trained him, and gave him a purpose in hunting and killing vampires. For years it had just been Whistler and Blade, and no one else, but throughout time he's finally found that changing slightly. Whether he admits to it or not. Though when a man witnesses and knows nothing of death since his younger years, he toughens up just a bit. There was no room for a simple minded, weak individual in a world that was nothing more than a sugar coated topping for the vampires. And it was that notion that shaped heim into the man that he is to this day. Head strong in nature, and without a doubt as streetwise and blunt as they come.
Blade's attitude is complete fire. Hot to the core, and if you come at him wrong beware of the flames that will snap, crackle, and pop. Blade believes in telling it like it is, and that's all there is to it. In the past it has served him well, and that is perhaps the very reason that he doesn't have many friends, if any at all. There's definately no p*ssyfooting around a subject when he's around, especially if he's the topic. His personality trait of being blunt shines through it all. There's an aura about Blade that's full of wit, and screams attractiveness. He's not above snide comments, sarcastic quips, or the occasional witty retort. Blade has a sense of humor, it's just couched in the cynicism borne of the trials of his past and the things he sees happening around him today.
History: In 1967 Vanessa Brooks was bitten by the vampire Deacon Frost while she was pregnant. The attack forced her into premature labor and the doctors who treated her gave her a c-section to save the baby, Eric. Unfortunately the young mother died. The vampire enzymes that had entered into the mother had filtered into the baby's blood causing a bizarre mutation to occur. The vampire matter was encountered by the child's immune system, and a resistance was created - a process similar to immunities created by vaccines. This resistance did not comprise of antibodies, but instead a gradual "tweaking" of the child's genetic structure, modeled on a vampire's own physical robustness.
As the boy began puberty he developed vampire-like qualities, but was not a true vampire. He healed quickly, craved blood and had enhanced physical abilities, but was not immortal nor did he have a vampire's typical aversion to such things as garlic, silver, and sunlight. The boy eventually ran away and lived on the streets where at the age of 13 he was found by a man named Abraham Whistler, who hunts and kills vampires as revenge for the death of his family. Whistler stopped short of killing Blade when he cought him feeding on the homeless to satisfy his bloodlust - in daytime.
Realizing what he was and acknowledging a strong sense of humanity within the boy, Whistler was able to learn what happened to the boy and raised him as a son and named him Blade. Whistler treated the boy's condition as best he could, trying to suppress his vampire side. As Blade grew up he learnt martial arts, weapons handling and ways to hunt vampires. He resented vampires for endowing him with the torment of an eternal thirst for human blood. This resentment became an eternal oath of vengeance against all vampires and he swore to hunt and kill every single 'suckhead' in the world and Whistler made weapons for him in his battle.
His ability to walk in daylight, his inhuman strength and agility and his combat skills forged him into the ultimate hunter. The more vampires he killed the greater his reputation became. Because of his unique status, before long his name amongst his immortal foes was known as The Daywalker.
Through sheer force of will and the use of a synthetic serum, Blade has kept his blood cravings under control. Armed with singular purpose, he continues to wage a never ending war against vampires around the world.
Known Relatives: Vanessa Brooks (Mother, Deceased)
Special Relationships: Abraham Whistler (Mentor, Good Friend), Abigail Whistler, Hannibal King, and Dr. Karen Jensen
Sample RP
Nights in Romania had been slightly different from nights anywhere else in the world. Blade wasn't exaclty sure why he felt he needed to get away after battling Drake, but he had left with no word to the Nightstalkers at all. They didn't need to know where he was going. Blade didn't know where he was going half the time. He always found himself in the midst of a blood war, and he seemed to be the most hated and feared vampire hunter in the world. His name had been laced amongst the underground world of treachery, and he was feared by many. There were rewards for his head, and he knew as long as he was breathing with every fiber of his body there would be no killing the Daywalker. The full moon had long since risen before the crack of dusk. The sun had long since bid its goodbyes behind the horizon, and when it did just that it was time to for Blade to start his hunting. One would think that after long nights of horrendous vampire slaying that things would be different. For years Blade has been in this profession. Since he was a teenager and was taken in by Abraham Whistler. There wasn't a night that passed that Blade didn't think of his father, his mentor, his trainer. If it wasn't for the fact that Whistler stood by his side every step of the way, there would be no Blade. There would be no one to actually bring an end to those that viewed this world as nothing more than a sugar coated topping. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see such a thing. The past and what happened around the daywalker to this very night shaped who he is. Cold, bitter about life in general. Yet deadly in every sense of the word. This would be no different. This night was the same. Though they killed Drake, aka Dracula, Blade's journey's and hunt has led him to this very warehouse.
Oh it was silent alright. To the naked eye. To the public it was nothing more than a warehouse. But underneath there was something more. A haven for vampires. A gothic type club, made just for those bloodsuckers. Used to lure innocent humans in by their every whim. To trap them. To turn them. To kill them. That was what this place had been used for, and luckily with a little 'persuasion' Blade got the location. Silence was something that Blade tended to like. It brought a sarcastic smile to the corner of his lips and the shock factor was something that he'd never get tired of when vampires knew that their ass was busted. That happened to the be the case now as the large, bodyguard for the outside of the door had been sent crashing in through metallic entrance. The force that had been put into the kick was savage. And as the metal doors swung open, the mans body came flying in through the club like a bowling ball set to take down the pins. The only pins however had been those crazed bloodsuckers that had been dancing. Their bodies had been covered in blood, the scent daring to taint the nostrils that belonged to the male. As he moved to step in, his golden eyes cut from side to side behind dark shades that never dared to give light to those crazy assholes about what he looked like without them. His hair, as always had been naturally cut and buzzed. Shaved with an eccentric design along the back. His dark, mocha colored flesh had been covered entirely, damn near, by the leather he found himself wearing. Steel toe boots clad upon his feet, a bullet proof vest, and a long leather coat. What weapons had been housed exactly under that coat could have been anyone's guess. And that guess was something he knew they were about to find out the answer too.
"It's the daywalker... hissss..."
"...watch him...."
The comedy relief was just too ironic and hilarious to blade, though despite the fact that he wanted to laugh he didn't. Instead he settled for something that came up as a growl. An equivalent to a low, deep, hearty chuckle. The kind that foretold of a painful death. As the dark grin played along the corner of his lips, flashing ivory fangs and teeth, a stark contrast to his flesh, he just shook his head back and forth. "You muthafuckas just don't learn, do you?" His prized sword remained upon his back, and as his gloved hands curled into at tight fist, knuckles popping with each splaying curve, he didn't have time to finish. There was a wide circle being made as the vampires seemingly tried to surround him. They were all bold, but there were quite a few that had began to run. As he took a step direclty in the center of the circle, a blood curtling growl touch his sensitive ears. As one of the vampire males seemingly came to attack him from behind, a sharp step backwards sent his right leg rising into the air as he moved to plant his booted steel toe into the vampire males gut. With a sharp turn, he moved to grab the male by both sides of his head and in a sharp swift movements the enticingly nice sound of a crack had been heard. That seemingly had been enough to make the vampires scatter and make a run for the exit, but not all of them. Through the fray, Blade's eyes caught sight of a few that were preparing to attack him. It never failed. There were those few that thought they could beat him. They were in denial however. As two of them began to leap forward infront of him, Blade's 12 gauge shot gun had been pulled from the leather trench as it was cocked and aimed at one of them, the force from the blast shooting up into his arm and thus triggering something within him. Something he'd never grow tired of.
As one of the vampire men fell in a heap of ashes, the shotgun had been brought around, the side coming around to smash into the side of the others. As two more began to leap from the fray of running vampires, he moved to aim the shot gun at the one he had currently been fighting. The blast from its force was enough to send it flying back into its own heap of ashes as well. A swift round house kick was then thrown into the tact as Blade's body whirled around with the kick, letting the bottom of his boots plant itself comfortably into the face of both of his attackers. As they stumbled back, the rounds from his shot gun were fired off towards both quickly. Their form starting to convulse as he went to walk further a head. As another male ran up from the fray, his kick catching Blade off guard, he blinked as he watched his shotgun tear from his hands across the floor. But the reaction didn't last long as he moved to nail the vampire male with a kick that he seemed t match with his own. As both of their feet came into contact Blade took a step back. When the male pulled out two short swords, beginning to use them precisely, Blade made no move but made a motion with his hand for the male to come. When he began to lunge forward Blade dodged each swipe of the sword precisely, letting his heel smash into the vampires gut causing him to stumble back a bit more slightly. When four more vampires came out into the Fray, it didn't take the daywalker long to pull out his famous glaive. As the jagged blades outjutted quickly, a fake grin curled itself at the corner of his lips only momentarily before he sent it flying towards the gathering vampires quickly. The movement was swift and as the blade tore through their flesh with precision he cought it and moved to sheath it in its place upon his battle gear.
When the vampires fell, and more began to follow, the male moved to reach for his sword only to find it missing. Looking around a second, his head snapped in the direction behind him to only see a few other vampires gathering behind him. There was another chuckle that fell from his lips. "Oh is that what you fuckers are thinkin? You got the 'daywalker'? Hehehe..." And almost as quick as he said he made a break for the clear and as they began to run after him, Blade noticed the wall that he was coming towards. Moving to leap up, a right foot planted itself firmly against the tile as he turned himself around his right fist coming around to smash into the side of one of the vampires face. The force sent his head snapping to the right, the crack giving him bloody satisfaction. Moving to smash his elbow into the face of another vampire, a swift arc of his heel caused an axe kick to come smashing into the head of another. As two of them came in swinging, he moved to step to the side of their punches, blocking their kicks with his forearm as he moved to send a severely aimed palm strike at the center of their faces. Out of the corner of his eyes, an excrutiating moan reached his ears as he turned and saw a handless vampire nursing that, that he lost holding Blade's sword. As the silver sword came to find its place within the center of the club, within the stone, he moved to back handspring towards the sword. As he moved to land on his feet, he moved to grip his sword up by the blade he watched as the hilts blades closed back up into a regular hilt and as he gripped it in his hand he made a few swift movements in x-like arcs. Holding the tip of the blade down towards the ground, he glanced down the shades not budging from his face in the slightest.
As the few remaining vampires came charging in, he moved to drive his blade with physical force into one of their chests, the body disentigrating into flames. Pulling it from the body of the male, when the female came up to his side he moved to drive his blade in a arc, the sound of tearing flesh reaching his ears. As he drove his blade halfway through her body he moved to aim a sharp kick at her gut to send her stumbling back into skeleton and ashes. Moving to turn his body around, he moved to smack the last vampire male in the forehead with his healt and as he stumbled back, Blade moved to charge forward. Leaping through the air he moved to let his foot smash into his chest to send him into the wall and as his body hit it, he moved to sheath his sword and pull out a pair of metallic stakes. As he drove them with force into both of his shoulders and left him pent against the wall, Blade took a step back. "I get tired of roasting your tired, burnt out, asses. So how bout I blow you mufuckas up instead." Turning to walk away back out of the entrance he had sent the bodyguard hurling through, he moved to ease out through the doors with a slow walk. As he moved to ease himself back up the stairs that he came from, he began to head out of the empty abandoned ware house that had been at the top. Pulling from his trench coat, he moved to hold the small black detenation device within his hand. As he hit the button, each of the explosives he planted began to start the count down. Twenty seconds top. As he walked away from the warehouse, the faintly beeping sounds of the explosives reached his ears as the ware house went into flames. The explosion shaking the warehouse down to the foundation as the glass shattered and cracked and broke out. As flames rose up through the building ruining what was left of the structure he didn't bother about looking back. This was just another night on the job.
His next stop? The United States.
About the Author
Name: Charlie
Age: 20 yrs. Old
Contact Info: AIM: Aphotic Whispers - Yahoo: MSG ME
Roleplaying Experience: Six years just about.
Special Phrase: Under the Fang
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