Name: Sai Blade
Age: 17
Awesome facts: controls fire, is a badass ninja, has a type of Super Saiyan transformation with fire
Looks like: Look at the damn author's picture, lazy-asses
Personality: Total badass, ladies man and funny mofo. Enough said.
Bio: Born into a badass ninja clan, I can kick ass with any weapon I pick up and I can control fire, not to mention I make more references than Deadpool for funny effect or to trip up my opponent. I am one of the most skilled fighters in fictional history, as along with my family's traditional teachings, I have also trained under the tutelage of Deathstroke, Dante, Ryu Hayabusa and Bayonetta. I'm also an associate at Devil May Cry, where I'm in a kick-ass relationship with Lady and have a rivalry with Nero that is EXACTLY like Deadpool and wolverine, except I'm usually the one who kicks his ass. But if anyone says I look like Dante or Nero, HELL SHALL BEFALL THEM. Also in my possession is an apparently magic trench coat that, along with having 10 pockets, those pockets are close to bottomless. Now then, onto the story.
At everyone's favorite devil hunter's office, we were freezing our asses off because Dante didn't pay the fuel bill in the middle of winter. I had to make a fire in the middle of the room so everyone could keep warm. "You know, Dante, it's really about time you start managing your money better." I said.
"What? You can't handle a little cold like this?" He said.
"I prefer the heat." I said.
At that moment, Trish walked in. "Well, maybe you can go warm up in California. I just got word a place called San Romero is getting overrun by zombies." She said.
"Wait! Warmth and zombies to kill?! Bye bye." I said, walking out. I saw Trish's bike in front of the shop and noticed the keys were still in the ignition. "I'm sure she won't mind if I... borrow this. She said I'm like a little brother to her, so she'll let this slide." I said, jumping on and firing it up.
"Sai, you better not be doing what I think you're doing!" She said, rushing out as I gunned it and took off.
"Sorry Trish, gotta get there somehow, I'll pay you back for any damages!" I shouted quickly, maneuvering to the left and right to avoid her lightning blasts.
"I'm on the highway from hell and when I go back, I'll be meeting with hell." I said, not wanting to think about what she'd do to me later, leaning on the hope she'd forget or not care. (Oh, man, that's gonna be a shitload of gas money.) I thought.