Blades Kecashi

Nicknames:
-Used to be called the Black Rider for a while, then Swords, techniclly his new name, is a nickname. He just kept it as his real name to forget part of his past.

Gender:
-Male

Species:
-Mixbreed, Wolfish hedgehog.

Age:
-24

Date Of Birth:
-7535 M.C. 

Birth Place:
-Unknown even to him

Current Residence:
-The road. (or more precisely, his sports bike which he has again now.)

Class:
-Ballistic Warrior\Mad Assassin (It seems he'd be a mix class depending on mood. That is my rough guess though. Only able to understand through roleplaying.)


Social Status:
Not to social unless around friends, or at a party.
Friends:
-Srunks, a close friend to Blades. Blades find it a job to protect his friend as well. Seeing how just recently, they were in a tight spot and Blades made a decision that, could of been better or worse depending on your view point.

Rivals:
-None (Yet)

Enemies:
-None (Yet.)

Marital Status:
-Unknown

Crush:
-None 

Girl\Boyfriend:
-None

Lover:
-None

Parents:
-Parents are decease

Siblings:
-Only blood child

Other Family Members:
-None known of.


Team Status:
No Team
Team Name:
-None

Team Members:
-None

Team Leader:
-None

Team Formation:
-None

Team's Special Abilities:
-None


Abilities/Skills:
Weapons handling:Able to use almost all kinds of weapons to their fullest abilities. 
Hand to Hand training:Having been training sense he was around seven, he's mastered almost all types of hand to hand combat styles.
Multi-Swords:Can use more than just one sword at a time.
Acrobatics:Very jumpy. He's able to jump higher, with a better set of agility.
Athletics:Working out and always on the move basically. He's a bit faster than some.
Duel-Wielding:For all weapons to be honest. Ranging from knives to shotguns and so on. He had some recent training which added this to his abilities.

Weapons:
-Uses what's in the field, and whatever weapon he has on him at the time, but he prefers his weapons over all others. He also loves to scavenge weapons from fallen enemies and allies. Duel 44.Magnum style hand-cannons, a large sword, almost the same size as he is. 
Element:
-None

Armor:
-Only uses when he goes into the field knowing about a fight. A nano-weaved Kevlar armor, that goes over his shins, legs, chest, and arms, plus nano-weaved gloves with a small metal plate going from the finger tips to the back of the hand. Then, over his Kevlar goes a full set of metal like armor, from his arms down to thin inner boots. After that, normal clothing with his the top layer, except, for all of his trench coats. They are like his gloves, which stop most types of rounds that aren't meant for armor piercing, or a higher caliber. Stopping up to normal 308 rounds and any AP rounds that go up to 7.62.

Forms:
-Only one so far, yet it changes slightly with emotions.

Other:
Madness: When Blades falls to this, he's nearly unstoppable unless your willing to kill him. Which is still a hard thing to do.

Strengths:
-Melee/Ranged combat, Engineering, and stealth. Plus intelligence, and physical strength 

Weaknesses:
-Sneak ups, and hostages that are people he knows and cares for, (again, sometimes foes.)


Personalities:
A quiet guys, usually thinks about things first instead of charging head long into them. Although, sometimes when he does get into a rage. He does snap and go off the handle in fighting. Although rages do not happen often. Nearly not at all.
With Strangers:
-Not hostile, yet not friendly or trusting either. Is paranoid. Some come to him with money to pay him for a job. 

With Family:
-None to speak of, and if he did, he'd kill them before they could kill him.

With Friends:
-He'd be friendlier, yet still a little paranoid, possibly flirty, and protective. 

With Rivals:
-Depends on the rival, he can be flirty, hostile, friendly competition style, or ignore them.

With Enemies:
-Same as with rivals except he will try to go for the throat if they go after his or his friends lives.


Likes/Dislikes:

Likes~
Food:
-He prefers himself cooking his own food, but due to survival purpose in the past and other situations needed. He will eat most of anything that is good and edible. But, there are his, 'kinks'.

Drink:
-Soda, booze, water, blood. (Will explain blood thing in Back story.)

Other:
-Hanging with friends, sometimes with rivals too. Sleeping, working out, gaming, reading, practicing at the range and with his sword(s). Gender doesn't matter to him so, sometimes people he might get a crush on, Darkness & Light, Life & Death. Keeping everyone he cares for safe.

Dislikes~

Food:
-Anything that is edible but is horrible, or is rotten, or that horrible act that he has committed before.

Drink:
-Warm booze, warm milk.

Other:
Some insects, Spiders,Valantines day, rude people (yet he'll deal with them.) Attempts on his or his friends' lives, and people who hurt others for fun. His blood line and family.

Theme Songs:

Main Theme:
-Unstable - Chaotica
(Freak on a leash - Korn : Secondary.)
Battle Theme:
-Indestructible - Distrubed
(Dancing with the devil - Breaking Benjamin: Secondary.) 
Victory Theme:
-Mr. Vanity -Chaotica
Defeated Theme:
-Prison of Decay - Chaotica

Backstory:
Blades lived a tough life (Even for being a bigger kid than usual.), ever since he was a child. Picked on, bullied, and even his parents were cruel to him. He lived, nine long years, of abuse. At the age of seven, one of his actual friends, being the only one he had decided to train him how to fight. After two years of training, Blades had finally lost it when his father decided to randomly attack him while he sat outside. He just went ballistic, with his speed he would dodge all of his fathers attacks, but beat the hell out of him. And after that, he'd start eating him. Tearing bits off of him with his mouth. Spitting some of it out as he drank his fathers blood. He kept drinking until his father was dry. Then after that, he went in the house and basically did the same to his mother, except this time, he murdered her straight off with a kitchen knife. After that, he packed up and left. Going back to his friends home, who then became his trainer for the next five years before falling gravely ill and passing away. His master, left him all of his positions, which surprisingly, he had some good things. Mainly, a sports bike that Blades rid on with his master when they ran jobs together. A sleek black crouch rocket, that he uses to this day. After that, he packed up, and finally went into town, selling most of his stuff, and then buying new clothing, and all new things. Plus, a few weapons. Mainly, a sword. A katana, but it was his first actual sword he owned himself. Which he loved it like a child. Well, a child that was cared for anyway. After a while though, Blades left his newly found home. Leaving behind everything, traveling the world to see new things and to learn. At first, he just wanted to train, and learn, but as he traveled, he met people, and became, very little open about himself. He had already experience the harshness of the cruel world he was born into. Then, he joined up with a mercenary group for a while. Did more training, more traveling, and that's when he actually learned how to repair things, and create somethings. And he also learned how to handle a gun and other weapons. He also got some other hand to hand training as well. Leaving with sharper and more skills.

Going into character and description of usual attire.
A seemingly normal heighten figure who seemed to be crazy for what he had on his back, it was basically the same size as he was, and that was around five foot nine. Maybe a little taller, the figure was as he exited the train, walked onto the platform and looked around the train station. A blood red trench coat, opened showing his black wife beater shirt. Under that were a pair of grey light leather jeans, with blood red straps and pockets with them. Holding around the waste was a black upper belt that went from his hip to his side and back down in a loop for some sort of fashion, and under that and in the same belt loops, was a crimson belt, holding up his pants against his small, feminine figure. He also has a black and red stripped tie on, one of those loose highschooler ties that aren't really meant for anything other than fashion. On his hands were gloves the same color ashis jeans, but, the strange thing about this figure, it seemed, he had, animalistic features. Like the strange spines on his head, or the wolfish ears and tail. It was very, odd to say the least. Then his fur. Silver, completely. On his cheeks were three little scratches, on each side. Then over his right eye was one longer cut like thing. But it didn't touch the eye ball. Above his cute little nose, was a pair of glasses, black lenses on his sun glasses that were set loose away from his eyes a bit but still not too far so they wouldn't stay on, what those glasses would usually conceal, were his blood shot red iris eyes. Strange, yet, it'd seem normal for this, creature. Sighing he'd turn and look around the platform of the train station. Seeing no one he knew. No one from his past, no one who would of followed him. He smiled. Thinking he finally got away from it. Finally got away from his family, from his duties, from all the crap that they put him through day in and day out. Finally away from the bloody royals that turned his life into a living hell. He was almost like a damned robot. Taking a deep breath, Blades would end up taking a few steps away from the now, departing train. Walking with his paws in his red trench jacket. His black Gothic combat boots dropping onto the metal platform as he took steps towards the exit and stairs. Once Blades had made it right in front of the stairs down. He smiled and backed up a bit, then went with a running jump onto one of the side rails. Gliding down it like he was a skater or something. Sliding fast, really fast he'd hop off still entire set of stairs up. Flying a bit through the sky gracefully as his trench flapped around in the air, the blood red patterns moving to the air as he started to do a one-eighty and making his back face the ground, as he landed twenty. Twenty, feet away from the stairs on his feet. He had done the basics of a back flip. Some of the pedestrians caught sight of the Wolfish Hedgehog's little stunt show. Blades gracefully bowed and then stood straight up, average for a human height, but still tall for one of his mixed race.

Your character seems really interesting. ^_^