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.

I woke up and got off the couch at DMC to find the guys ditched me... AGAIN. "Goddammit, guys! I know I keep stealing stuff from you, but that doesn't mean I'm the guy who always gets left behind at the drinking parties!" I snapped. I kicked down the door, only to find that this WAS NOT New York. Nowhere close. It was some type of future city. How the hell the office was here, I didn't know. I walked out to reveal that this wasn't the DMC office, but it did look incredibly similar. "Okay, so I'm to believe that I got so drunk I apparently walked into a different dimension and into someone's house? Man, that's gonna be a story to tell. Now how the hell do I get back?" I wondered.

"Guards! Guards! That guy broke into my house!" Some guy said, pointing at me.

"Hey, now, it was a common drunk mistake, no need for the authorities. I didn't take anything if it makes you feel better." I said.

"Halt, you're under arrest!" I heard a voice behind me.

"Says who?" I said, turning around with my hands on fire with a big fwoosh, then saw the 10 guys behind me with automatic weapons. "Oh, that's who." I said, turning off the fwoosh and raising my hands in surrender.

"What the hell?! Is he a L'cie?!" One of them demanded.

"The hell's a L'cie? I've been able to do that since I was born. By the way, where am I and what direction is New York in?" I asked.

"You're coming with us, buddy! You're getting purged!" They said, surrounding me and leading me away somewhere.

"I suppose it's better than getting loaded up with bullets. So, what's this purge?" I asked.

"We send you and those in suspicion of being a L'cie back where you came from. The world below our Cocoon: Pulse. Hell on Earth as we call it. You all are as good as dead there." One of them said.

"Sounds scenic. But getting rid of people because of what they are? Racist~." I said in a sing-song/taunting tone at the end.

"Just shut up and keep moving." The guy in the back said, shoving me.

In truth, I had no intention of being purged. When the moment was right, most likely on the train, I would fight back, kick ass, prove I'm a badass, save everyone about to be purged and, the gods willing if they were in this world, find my way back to mine. At the very least, I'd have new stories to tell when the gang's out drinking. Eventually, I was shoved into a line, waiting to get on a train. Suddenly, a woman about my height with pink hair and bangs going over her left shoulder, dressed similar to those guys, stepped up.

"I wanna be purged." She said.

"Only civilians are being purged. Not members of the Guardian Corps." The soldier said.

She then unsheathed a sword with a gun built into it and handed it to him. "Then I quit." She said, stepping in line behind me.

(Looks like I picked the right train.) I thought.