Name: Declan Blair
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Year: Third year, one month.
Appearance:
Declan is 6'6", 225 pounds, and muscular, with a tattoo of a wolf's head on his left pectoral.
Likes: Orange soda, dark chocolate, fighting, having a good time (especially in bad situations), and music.
Dislikes: Overly sweet foods, insomnia, music without substance, airheaded or "ditzy" people, and losing.
Biggest Fear: Not being able to protect his friends.
Weapon:
A lajatang, which twists apart to become twin axes, made of roalin.
Initiation: Declan's first instinct was to run, but the bars odd the cage made that impossible. Therefore, when the wolf snarled he had no choice but to answer its challenge in kind. It charged him, jaws snapping shut just inches from his throat as he caught it in mid air and threw the beast away from him. This continued for some time, until the wolf struck the edge of the cage and yelped loudly in pain. As Declan closed in for the kill, however, the powerful jaws of the wolf tore deeply into his right arm. Seeing the pain and fear in the wolf's amber eyes, the large man took pity upon the beast and began bandaging its wounds with the remains of his tattered t-shirt. When the people sent to recover Declan reached the cage, they were surprised to find the wolf not only alive, but loyal to the man who had bested it.
Skills: Brawler- Declan is very adept at using his body weight and immense strength to his advantage in battle, often punching or throwing his opponents around without style or finesse.
Throwing Arm- Using his strength, Declan can hurl his twin axes up to fifty feet with superb accuracy. Any further, however, usually results in disaster.
Personality: Declan is what's known as a gentle giant; kind, laid back, and usually in a good mood...until you piss him off. Fiercely loyal and sometimes overprotective, he will defend anything dear to him with unmatched ferocity and vigor.
Biography: The oldest of six children, Declan was forced to grow up quickly in order to help raise his younger siblings. His father died as an innocent bystander in a battle with the angels, leaving his mother a shell of the woman she once was. He vowed that one day he would take vengeance upon the angels, and began training in secret, often not sleeping for days at a time in order to keep his obligations to his family as well as his oath. He quickly found that humor and nonchalance was his best defense against his violent outbursts of anger, and still holds onto those traits in order to keep the rage at bay. When he was finally old enough, he joined the academy in order to fulfill his need for retribution and complete his training for the war to come.