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Character Name: Blade Forsythe.

Status: Scion.

Side: For the Titans.

Age: 23.

Gender: Male & Bisexual.

Ethnicity: Caucasian, originally German but lacks an accent.

Birthplace: Some small town in Germany.

Calling: Mercenary with a bit of thievery & murder on the side.

Job: Cashier at a liquor store. He's not beyond stealing from the place, either and does quite frequently. His liver will never be the same.

Appearance: He might not have looked much like a Scion supporting the Titans' cause, but he certainly looked like the kind of guy that would cause parents to lock up their women and small children and throw their valuables in a safe. Dark hair was usually a bit of a nuisance, constantly falling in his eyes but making him just a bit more mysterious. Beneath that veil of aggravating hair, the light golden brown of his eyes showed a glint of mischief if the light hit his face just right. He kept himself generally well-dressed, in spite of his current occupation. In fact, he seemed like many other regular humans in his town, aside from the single golden loop in his left lobe and the tense wariness often expressed in his body and handsome face. Just a few well-placed scars on his face and torso added to his roguish good looks.

Nature: For many, a first impression of Blade leaves them with a hand clamped more firmly to their purse or wallet. It wasn't just the mere fact that he spent most of his time working at or hanging around in a liquor store in one of the seedier parts of town, either. Perhaps it was merely his true calling shining through. Really, it was amazing he'd not been fired from his job yet. Perhaps his innate stealthiness or general knowledge of the location of security cameras prevented that. Though, he really did bring in a good number of people with a flash of his devilish smile.

Birthright(s): Relic: Gilded Saddle: The means by which he both rides and controls the Manticore. Only the saddle is neaded for the creature to obey his will when riding. No other tack is needed. This relic is only subject to destruction by creatures belonging to other Scions.
Creature: Manticore: A powerful winged beast with the body of a red lion, face of a human, and deadly stinging tail of a scorpion. His tail secretes a highly toxic acid and can shoot spines of the same substance, so beware! Luckily for those trying to take it on that it's particularly weak against high, piercing sounds. The creature serves as his mount, guard, and ally in battle.

Weapons/Armor: Weapons: Daggers & throwing knives.
Armor: Mostly consisting of thick leather, nothing which will impede his movements too much. He prefers agility and stealth to blundering around with impeding armor & heavy weapons.

Abilities: Remarkable aim with a throwing knife & keen senses. Not to mention pickpocket-esque stealthiness.

Biography: Born in a tiny town somewhere in the wilderness of Germany, he was abandoned as a child with no clue as to who he was. A kind elderly woman found the baby boy, who'd been left in a basket by the roadside with naught but a blanket. Knowing she'd never be able to take care of him at her age, she put him up for adoption. Unfortunately, the couple who took him in weren't entirely composed of good moral fiber, and he ended up spending virtually his entire childhood on the streets.
When Set deemed him mature enough to be claimed as his spawn, he sent forth a messenger to explain to 23-year-old Blade his true origins. Always the sneaky one, he switched over to the side of evil only when he'd been granted birthrights from Set which could not be easily revoked. After all, he has much more chance of finding a place in the annals of history if he fights on the side of evil and wreaks destruction, rather than fading into the background of good, justice, and the like.

Picture: Will be added if a suitable picture is found.