Player Name: Mel

Character Name: Blade

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Purebred wolf (From what can be seen of him)

Height/weight: 6’2”/210 lbs.

Social status: Outer Class

Physical description:
There is only so much to be said of physical traits for this canine, as he keeps much of himself cloaked from sight. Only his lupine ears, tail, and the tips of his feet are actually visible in any given time when he is out in public. If one was lucky enough to get a glimpse of his tail, the dark fur pattern would hint at the male being a wolf. When out and about, Blade has recently cast aside his rather heavy garb in favor of a more effective one. Forsaking the hidden armor under a layer of robes, he commonly wears a hooded long coat over a normal shirt and pants, with gloves and toeless boots. Other than the considerably lighter garb, Blade's mask remains the same. An industrial, yet face protecting metal mask that alters his voice just a tad. While his colors remain predominantly dark, all pieces of his outfit now sport a dirty, yet almost royal purple as a secondary color. If it wasn't for the fact he looked like he pulled the outfit straight out of a series of dumpsters, he would look almost formal now. But the stains and the frayed edges don't seem to bother him. After all, he seems to have bigger things on his mind.

Background info:
Very few had seen Blade the rare time he was out and about, taking on jobs for anyone who had the credits to pay him for the task at hand. With his face shrouded and his voice altered, it was commonplace for him to use fear tactics while in pursuit of a mark or when strong-arming for a client. All of that changed one day, and those who had once called on Blade would find their calls going unanswered. Those that seem him now would still see the mask and cloak, but the one who wears them seems to have lost his mind. From a distance people could see him fall to the ground, clutching his ears as even a normal day in the Undercity seemed to deafen him or the dimmest night in the Midcity would blind him. While he used to be content in wrapping himself in mystery, it seems that now the mystery had consumed his mind as well. Though his name remains unchanged, he is slow to draw his sword these days. Instead, he finds solace in his own world behind his mask. Whoever is pulling his strings now, their name is not uttered through his mask.

Equipment:

Katana: "Shadowblade". His primary weapon, claims to have been given to him to use from time to time by a close friend of his.

Hunting/combat knife: “Blackfang”. Rarely seen, but it makes an effective secondary weapon. He has yet to have to explain why he carries it.

Utility belt/pockets: Keeps basic survival gear in these; any credits he may need, his ID (Just in case, but he never shows it to anyone), a deck of playing cards, and extra bandages for when he needs to bandage himself up.


Light combat armor: Scavenged from the many scrap piles in the Undercity, it might be enough to stop a bullet from being lethal at a range. He preferred to keep it light, as he did not want his speed or agility encumbered at all.

Lupine Respriation Mask: Fully face covering, voice altering, and even has a working air filter if he could get his paws on the actual filter part for it.


Misc:

As mysterious as this wolf is, his identity is his second closest kept secret. The fact is, Blade is quickly becoming a side of the one known as Meltharas that he dons when his unusual traits seem to act up even stronger. He feels closer to the Red Queen when he dons a mask, as She is never seen without one Herself. Even moreso than normal, he won't say his name to anyone as long as the mask is on his face.