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.
It was another slow day at DMC; I was just coming out of a hang-over, Dante was still passed out at his desk, Nero was still throwing up in the bathroom, to which I laughed and Trish, I'm pretty sure, was still drunk, as she was singing a bunch of Ke$ha songs with the microphone unplugged and didn't realize none of us were listening. Lady walked in and dropped a bottle on my head in order to wake me up. "You know, if you keep drinking like this, you're gonna kill all your brain cells." She said.
"I'm fine. I'm a demon, they just regenerate, anyway." I said.
"Well, anyway, I found out Integra sent Alucard on a mission in Japan to kill zombies. Knowing him, he's gonna leave a few left, so you may wanna get over there and handle that." She said.
"Oh, Alucard. He'll do anything, even doom the human race, as long as he has fun." Dante said with a smirk.
"That's why he creeps me out. This calls for my special new zombie-killing shirt." I said, putting up one of those walls you see in changing stores and stuff, I just call them changing walls.
"You have a zombie-killing shirt?" Dante asked as I tossed my trench coat onto the wall.
"Why not? Juliet Starling has zombie-killing panties." I said, tossing my normal, maroon shirt onto the wall, then slipping on my new one, stepping out from behind the wall to reveal the shirt: A bright-ass, lime-green T-shirt that was a rip-off of a Subway logo, saying instead: "Zombies, eat flesh".
"Nice." They both said.
"Yep. That settles it, I'm going traveling!" I said, kicking the doors open, smashing Strider Hiryu in the face, kicking him in the balls and stomach 18 times each and walking away like a badass.