Mitchel Blade

Wrath

One-hundred-forty / Immortal

Hybrid species

Private Investigator / Warlord General / Mercenary

Personality and Lifestyle
Mitchel is a very angry and distrusting individual. Whenever problems come up in his day to day his first approach will be violence or threats of violence. His temper is non-existent and he's disgruntled most of the time. Due to severe PTSD he is also very distant with most individuals around him. 

Yet through all of the rage and trauma he still finds a will to live. One of his mentors called it the indomitable human spirit. To him, it's a dream that he will never let go of. His continued desire for a life of peace and a shot at being a husband and father was given to him a second time despite him being what many referred to as unstable and troubled.

Wrath married a Demon Knight named Viviette Lynn who has graced him with three powerful children. Vincent, Estelle, and Rubin. He would annihilate countries for these four individuals if they just asked him. Luckily for everyone, he is only called to be a husband and a father and he does so with pride and bliss.

Unfortunately for everyone, he was a menace to the household when he didn't have anything to fill his time as he waited for his family to return from their daily responsibilities. He wasn't about to come out of retirement and risk his life doing mercenary work again, but he didn't have many other skills outside of combat. Instead, he settled for the small stuff working as a private investigator. This way he would stay out of legal trouble and his wife would have peace and security in her new family. 

The retired war general was nearly domesticated. Yet there was something that kept him on edge. Something he didn't understand. A presence? A dream? From time to time he would catch himself drifting into chaos as his mind plagued him with thoughts of pain and loss. These thoughts alone are what keeps him from throwing his weapons of war into the void. He must keep his family, no matter the price.

History and Lore

In the beginning...

Mitchel Blade was born human and changed into something so much more. His story is one of struggle, resilience, and loss. He was once considered a useless human born to die. Through his persistence and will he was burdened with a purpose to restore hope to a world at the brink of destruction.

Born in 1995 to a poor family in the slums of Stunim; a city governed by Ars Goetia along the borders of Finland and Agreti. His parents didn't bother naming him before selling him off to a private military company called Vector Incorporate before he had his first birthday. Ironically, this choice sent him down a better path in life than if we were to be raised with his biological family. Unknown to him, but they were killed a few months later. The only link he has to his biological family is his name. He has never bothered to find them. 

Vector and the Merc...

Vector provided a stable and nurturing environment for Mitchel through infanthood, but the day he took his first steps is when his education and training began. For most of his childhood his morning consisted of physical training ranging from hand-to-hand combat, environmental endurance, and physical discipline. His afternoons were focused on general knowledge, languages, foreign politics, and magical physics. By evening he spent his time doing night operations, various weapons training, and SERE training. 

Once he turned eighteen he was officially enlisted as a Vector mercenary. Though he was still human, he was efficient enough in the craft of war to stay alive. He was aware of the scales of strength and speed in most of his opponents and was forced to rely on the technology afforded to him by his company. He had a strong understanding in counter-magic but lacked the power to preform most abilities. He used scrolls preloaded with counter-magic, devices that could teleport him out of deadly situations, and weapons that could buy him time to escape or divert.

Vector saw Mitchel as a valuable asset and often sent him on sabotage or recovery missions instead of sending him into combat zones. He was human and was often underestimated thus making him a perfect candidate for sabotage, destabilization, espionage, undercover, and unconventional warfare operations. He was a blade no one ever saw coming. Unfortunately, he was beginning to make a name for himself in Vector.

By the age of twenty-four, Mitchel had been faced with death quite a few times. The demon of Wrath had almost dragged him to Hell once. A large wolf had mauled him and taken his left arm. Vampires came close to taking him a twice. Luck for him he was able to escape all scenarios and receive quick medical attention. He even had his arm regenerated for him by a healing deity. Still, he felt that at his current life trajectory he wouldn't live to see his thirties. 

Life had it's way of pulling Mitchel in different directions. He was given a task that he was sure would buy his freedom from Vector, and maybe earn his citizenship inside a governed country. He had hoped for Rome, where Vector was based out of.
His mission was to retrieve the Orb of Victory from the Celtic Triple Goddess known as Brigantia. This was a magical artifact that she had killed hundreds of thousands over and kept it secured to her waist at all times. She was one of the deities who played a major role in the Gods Civil War in the beginning of time. She has been a part of nearly every conflict in the world to date and has never known loss. And he was sent to pickpocket her most prized possession. He should've known his commanders were sending him to die.

His mission failed in horrific fashion. His entire unit was dismantled at the hands of Brigantia and he was cut off from any form of retreat. Instead of killing him, she offered him a deal. Apparently she had a score to settle with one of the higher-ups in Vector. In exchange for his knowledge and willingness to serve in her circle, she would offer him sanctuary in England. He accepted to deal, aided her in a targeted killing the Vector CEO, and never looked back.

The Exalted One... 

Four years passed under service of Brigantia and he didn't learn anything new about her. She was stoic in all of their conversations, and hadn't talked about anyone being close to her. No Children, no lovers, and no friends. It was as though her only purpose was to move around and hoard magical artifacts from everyone. She offered him advanced training in counter-magic and weapons. Specifically a spear and a sword as those were her weapons of choice. He was grateful for the opportunity to train with someone as powerful as she, yet he didn't understand her purpose.
What did she see in him? She could call down the power of the sun and reduce him to nothing in seconds. What use did she have for him? Why didn't she ally herself with more gods and deities? That's what the rest of her kind would do. Something was off but he didn't know what.

Creed, another anomaly to the equation and Yoruba Orisha, didn't do much to explain the situation. One thing he did make clear was that Brigantia wasn't a part of any government agency in the United Kingdom. Instead, she was operating on her own will to seize weapons of mass destruction from the United States. Suddenly, Mitchel wanted his position back with Vector.
Once Brigantia felt he was ready, she started to bring him along on operations to do what he was best at. Creed and Brigantia would serve as a distraction while Mitchel would sneak in and grab whatever data he needed to accuse U.S. agencies of harboring WMDs on foreign land. He learned of chemical bombs, atom bombs, sigils meant to summon world killers, and cosmogonic weapons. Plots to kill other gods, shady deals, and illegal operations happening all over the world. No wonder Brigantia kept her cards close. 

The things he witnessed made him realize just how pathetic his strength was compared to gods and deities. They were moving at speeds he couldn't see. Receiving and dishing out hits that would split his human body in half. The ways they used magic during their battles was something to be feared and respected.
There was a moment Mitchel thought he could see some of her tactics. In one of her battles against Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, he watched a moment where Mjǫllnir collided with her spear. While she gripped her spear with both hands the hammer pushed her back. Muscles in her legs and arms flexed as she strengthened her stance to a slow stop. A blue bolt of lightning struck her left thigh, dropping her to a knee, and giving Thor the opportunity to knee her jaw and grab her by the neck. Without hesitation, nor fear, nor words, she used a beam of pure sun to burn her spear through his leg and pinned him to the Earth. With bare fists she delivered an onslaught of punches that only someone of Thor's physique would be able to endure. One to the cheek then to the rib cage. He tried to pull a bolt of lightning from the sky above her, but intercepted the magic by placing her hand in his, opened the sigil and modified it to her own. Sunlight sent him across the floor with her spear still in his leg.
The fight went on like this. Violent and powerful. Few words were exchanged between the two gods. Eventually, Thor conceded. She healed his wounds for him as they finally resorted to diplomacy; a mercy only afforded to other gods and deities. If that was Mitchel, he would've been red paste in the dirt. What the fuck was he doing here?

Ashbel and Company...

Just when he thought maybe he had enough evidence to blackmail his way into freedom and out of this combat zone where he was hilariously out-gunned, he found himself on the way to Hell City. The first successful city inside the European Red Zone. Founded by Lucifer when he gave up his goals of hostile conquest and instead took a political approach to demon supremacy. The city was built into the red dunes northeast of Turkey and inverted. At it's center and deepest point was an active portal to hell monitored closely by Arakiel.
It had only been about thirty minutes since the a new name was uttered in Gods Halls. Mai Laine, daughter of Ashbel Laine and Brigantia. Even Mitchel knew the gravity of those two names together. Brigantia broke the Gods Next of Kin laws. In seven days a kill order would be issued on Mai and Ashbel. Brigantia would most likely be exiled without her weapons and artifacts. A bad situation he wanted no part of. He could hear the panic in her voice as she order himself and Creed to follow her to Hell City, rescue Mai, and retreat into the ERZ. This was it, this was how Mitchel Blade met his gruesome end.

So he thought. Mai Laine was built from a different fabric of life. Mitchel had just seen twenty-eight years straight of war and death. He saw the worst of the gods; how they played with power and life that they deemed lesser than their own. He wanted to retire into a city for humans, find a wife, have children, and hopefully not have to deal with magic and supernatural beings ever again. Yet here was this individual who was being hunted for simply existing running in the opposite direction. She wanted to be known. She wanted to change the world, and not with fire. She spoke of healing, mercy, and endurance. It was a little sickening to him, but he allowed himself to be pulled into her antics. Maybe, just maybe, she would change the world.

And so they headed northwest across the ERZ. Ashbel spoke of a weapon to help Mai survive, something of his own design. Abigale explained the ritual magic behind the weapon and how they were taking pages from Lilith's magic dating back hundreds of years ago. Then she mentioned Chelsea Yamada, a Shinto Thunder Goddess, daughter of Raijin. Chelsea was exiled to the war torn continent of Aeterus after she lost it all to the Aztec War God, Huitzilopochtli at the end of the Second World War.