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6'1

196 lbs

Smoking, Drinking, Motorcycles, Night Riding, Biker Bars, Fox News, Loud Music, Boxing, Car Shows, Harley Davidson, Pinball Machines, The Bible, Coastal Highways

Stuck Up Pricks, His Family (Namely His Brother), Anime, Liberals, Shitty Movies, Watered Down Booze, Crotch Rockets, Japanese Products, Communists, Going to Church

Ever seen a man breathe fire while wearing a motorcycle helmet?

Motorcycle Courier and Mechanic

Blade grew up abused and neglected in a drunken household with his elder brother and two sisters, living out his youth hiding underneath the bed when his parents got home to take their anger out on their kids. Through the brief periods of quiet and sanctuary, he often found himself in his late grandfather's workshop, working on the engines of vintage vehicles and delving into books of engineering and invention. One day, when he was sixteen years old, he came home to find his home blocked off with police tape, his parents now reduced to mere chalk outlines on the bloodied tile of the kitchen floor. 

He later learned that his brother had been arrested for murder in the first degree; he'd killed his parents via the pistol his dad kept in his closet, wearing a gasmask he took from the tool-shed. The experience was so surreal and traumatic, that Blade lost the ability to speak. The psychologists diagnosed him with Selective Mutism, moving him from foster family to foster family in an effort to get him to open up and speak; he never did.

Eventually, after so many years away from his sisters, he soon came to resent them. They too, became nothing but a repressed memory. 

Life after that, went on. Martin got a job as a mechanic in the inner city, had a part time job as a mail courier, and made enough money to rent a small apartment on eastern side of town. 

Then his brother broke out of prison.

Murders sprang up around the city; he knew exactly who had committed them.

Yet he did nothing, continuing to hide from the world despite his brother's recapture the previous winter. That was when he couldn't bear to show his face to the outside world; it was the time he found he couldn't remove his motorcycle helmet, no matter how hard he tried. There were some things that he just couldn't bring himself to do. 

Perhaps now was the time to move on with his life.

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Blade is, in all sense of the word, 'the strong and silent type.' He doesn't say much and keeps to himself, but he still takes care of his mind, soul, and body. 

Romance is something that has never really crossed his mind, but he's knows that if he tries, it'll difficult as all hell to stay committed to it. He's aware he as issues, lots of issues.

But for now, he could use a cold one.
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