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Username: Last Step Over The Edge
Full Name: Thaddeus (Heart)
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance: 6 ft. 8 in, shoulder length layered midnight black hair, silver/white eyes, and pale white skin. He is very toned and muscular.

Personality: He is cold and distant, as a barrier so he can kill without second thoughts. He is not one for talking much, and often keeps to himself and avoids other people. Deep inside, he is a kind and caring, lonely person. However, after he became wanted as a murderer due to a series of terrible misunderstandings, he locked his true self away for the sake of survival. His name is Aramaic for “Heart”, and is also considered to be the word for “God’s Gift”. Thaddeus believes in killing to protect people, but sees himself as being little to nothing; scum. There is no air of arrogance about him, and he would never kill a lady or a child, no matter how good the pay. He holds nothing against anything non human, but up until his late teens, he had always lived amongst mainly lower-crust humans, and never was around vampires or lycanthropes that often, let alone rarer species such as demons.
Special Powers: None.
Weapons:
Burner – his first gun made of a light and nearly white metal. It is a handheld semi-automatic.
Rod – his second gun made of a heavier and nearly black metal. It is a handheld semi-automatic.
Katana – The blade is made of steel, and the handle is red, black, and white. On the sheath he has several charms and beads in the same colors attached. Thaddeus carries his Katana in plain view on his back.
Dagger – a double-edged blade, 6 inches long. He wears it in its sheath on a necklace under his shirt. The handle hangs down, so he can reach up and pull it out instantaneously.
Sai – He has a pair of Sai. Thaddeus usually uses these only when in a fight or situation where he wants the damage to his enemy to not be lethal, and where using his bare hands are out of the question.
Background: Born into poverty, his parents died while he was still a young boy. His older brother, Michael, raised him. They lived on the streets together as orphans, and did whatever it took to survive. This included stealing, drug running, and occasionally, having to “sell out” their bodies. Despite all of this, together, they managed to still be good hearted boys who knew chivalry and respect. Even in the worst of times, and the hardest of times, they were happy to still have each other. In their early teens, Michael got into the underground fighting scene as a way to earn extra money. He taught and spared with Thaddeus, who quickly learned and quickly became the one who was training his older brother. A few years later, during the middle of a fight between Michael and his opponent, a shot ran out in the middle of the crowd. In the center of the fighting ring, Michael lay, bleeding to death. By the time he was taken to the hospital, it was too late.
Everyone in the underground scene assumed it was done by his younger brother, Thaddeus, and this same rumor quickly spread to the world above. Wanted for murder, Thaddeus ran. After a few situations where he had to fight for his life, he finally gave in to becoming what everyone had believed him to be; a murderer.