<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>-=Basic Info=-<br/>Name:</strong> Dante, from his dog tag but he thinks that’s a nickname not his real one.<br/><strong>Physical Age:</strong> Looks about 27 real age unknown<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Psychic super soldier.<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight <br/><br/><strong>-=Physical Appearance=-</strong><br/><strong>Height: </strong>6 foot 3<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 170lbs<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong> Pale blue<br/><strong>Hair:</strong> Black, jaw length, wavey.<br/><strong>Skin/Fur/Scales: </strong>Slightly tanned, obviously liked to be in the sun.<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong> A thin face, striking jaw line, cruel thin lipped smile, and cold blue eyes he has a scar running from his left temple down his hair line, past his ear to his jaw, at that side of his face his jaw has several ridged, he believes his jaw was broken at that side possibly from a fight. Thin body, not obviously muscular, has several star shaped scars; they were inked so look like star tattoos. One of each shoulder, both sides of his hips and his knees, on the back as well but he can’t see them,<br/><strong>Attire:</strong> The one he preferred was black pants with several pockets for various items, compass. Swiss army knife, ect, a grey vest and a black trench coat also with several pockets but more for food at easy access. His normal footwear is thick black army issue boots. <br/><br/><strong>-=Mental state=-<br/>History:</strong> Unknown<br/><strong>Phobias/Fears:</strong> His own death, and old age. He hates the idea that he will slowly rot away after all the work he put into himself building himself up into the perfect being.<br/><strong>Hobbies/Interests:</strong> Killing, blood, sex, sex and blood, sex and killing, killing, sex and blood (not in that order)<br/><strong>Likes:</strong> The colour red, red wine, blood, tomartos, (alright maybe not but you get the red theme) He likes the sun, laying it in feeling its warmth<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> The colour blue, its cold and not passionate. The moon, it angers him, its like its having a vain attempt at being the sun. <br/><strong>Personality: </strong>His likes and dislikes are irrational concepts but he’s a bit childish at times, often getting into bad moods and throwing tantrums. He likes to be by himself, but sometimes seeks out other companions, usually to have sex with or kill but that’s what he considers a party. He’s very sarcastic and sadistic often taking great pleasure in carving someone up for his own amusement and pretending to have great indepth conversations with them. He can often get very moody,  sulking like a child, that’s when he seeks out comfort, missing the touch of another human being.<br/><br/><strong>-=Other=-<br/>Powers/Abilities:</strong> He can read minds, has heighten senses, can move objects but not a lot, he’s still pretty weak with that.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Butchery, hunting, hand to hand combat primarily, not so much with a weapon.<br/><strong>Habits: </strong>Talks to himself, and tends to have long drawn out conversations with the people he’s killing, trying to show them he’s not a bad guy while he hacks of a limb or two.<br/><strong>Strengths:</strong> His survival skills, he lives for this world and he loves it.<br/><strong>Flaws: </strong>He’s lack of empathy; he can’t relate to other people, they are either a food source or a distraction.</span>