Real Name: Eric Brooks
Current Alias"Blade
Aliases:Daywalker, Subject AA1, Switchblade, Hannibal Francis "Frank" Blade, Blade: The Vampire Hunter
Relatives:Tara Cross (mother),Lucas Cross (father);possibly Zukajaa (spawn via Cilla)
Affiliation:MI-13; formerly Vanguard, SHIELD, SHIELD's Howling Commandos, Noah van Helsing's vampire hunters, Silvereye, Nightstalkers (Borderline Investigations), Midnight Sons,the Nine, King, Drake and Blade, Quincy Harker's vampire hunters, Orji Jones' vampire hunters, Bloodshadows gang
Occupation: Vampire hunter
Height: 6' 2"
Weight:215 lbs (98 kg)
Eyes:Brown
Powers
Due to an enzyme in his blood stream resultant from his mother's being bitten by a vampire while giving birth to him, Blade is immune to the bites of typical, supernatural vampires. At certain instances he also appeared immune to vampire hypnosis as well. He lacked superhuman physical attributes, however, and relied solely on his considerable skill and determination until Morbius, an atypical, scientifically created vampire, bit him and Blade was turned into something resembling a dhampir. Blade possesses superhuman strength, stamina, speed, agility, heightened senses, and a rapid healing factor that attacks any alien substances (chemicals/viruses) in his body and eliminates any chance of him being rendered helpless or maimed from the inside and is unaffected by daylight and most other traditional vampire weaknesses. He also ages very slowly (although he's not immortal) and can preternaturally sense supernatural activity.
Blade is a master martial artist, swordsman, marksman and street-fighter. He is adept in the usage of throwing knives. He is highly knowledgeable about vampire lore
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"Look...I know you're going to kill me, but first I have to deliver something from Madame Leveau," the Vampire appeared to be in his teens, and if he wasn't...he certainly still had the clumsy demeanor, he with drew a cream colored envelope from his coat. Sealed with a red wax seal. Inside he'd find an address, the envelope smelling of the Voodoo Queen herself, death, blood and a faint smell of perfume. The address was in the heart of New Orleans, a city that much like New York never slept. Humans and vampires alike mingled together in some type of harmonic balance, there were more humans than Vampires so no one would notice if a human or two were picked off.
Marie frequented many places in New Orleans, one of them...the address he'd given the day walker...was a Restaurant called The Cauldron. She rarely ate there, but every once in a while she picked off a bus boy sheerly for her own amusement. Normally she sat and met with clients there, whilst sipping on a glass of red wine. They all knew what she was, and they attempted to stay out of her way. Nervously catering to her, in hopes that their corpses weren't in a ditch the next.
"Ahem expectin' one more, petit, make sure he checks his weapons at da door, es very rude to bring 'em to da dinner table dun you think?"
"Yes...Madame," the woman said her eyes never meeting Marie's and her hand shaking as she set the wine down and flitted away.
devil devil devil devil
evil evil evil evil songs
Hell you know that's how I get along
The world is full of tragedies
So how can it be wrong?
Singing death death death death
Devil devil evil evil songs!"
Domina had sang as she skipped along the clear beaten path to the castle, and she'd cease her singing to hum the rest of the song to herself instead.. Being out of the states for awhile and over on this side of the world she was taking to seeing all the sights. Already way past Paris and the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately that hadn't really been a peaceful visit despite wanting to just look around. Once she was at its front gate she had looked up at the large imposing structure with wide eyes; the place sure was huge and amazing! Giggling excitedly to herself she took off running inside to race around the courtyard and then inside in a child like fashion; and fascination. By the time Blade arrived she was standing on the highest towers edge and looking over the entire landscape from there; sure was a nice view.
She adorned herself with an ebony black cloak, with two skulls on the collar of it that had chained attached to the eye sockets of another that rested on her torso. Whether the skulls were real, was hard to say. Along with a thick looking long sleeved shirt that had black bracers made in with the fabric, the durability was unknown but didn't look like it was for show. The brown leather belt she wore had a few pouches with unknown items stuffed inside, a few making small bulges in them. Her pants had a bit of wear and tear, but almost seemed purposefully done as only the runes on her legs were seen; but a good portion of them was covered by the black boots she wore that looked an awful lot like some sort of creatures skulls. The ankles having two pointed spikes, that appeared able to puncture just fine.