Blade is your average run of the mill 4"0' pegasus pony, dark chocolate fur, eyes as deep and blue as the ocean, and shaggy red hair that had been combed forward that contained a solitary black line that began in the front of his mane, which ran all the way down his back fur, continuing all the way down to the tip of his red tail. Easily his best feature. His cutie mark was somewhat different, a simple scale used to measure small amounts of weight. But upon closer inspection, Blade was by no means an ordinary pony. His dark chocolate fur was often darkened and matted is small patches with blood, the blood of those who crossed him. His deep eyes rigid and stone cold, his stature slightly slouched and rugged, when he walked, it was apparent that no pony was to cross his path. But the one thing that didn't stand out was of course the most important. His simple cutie mark wasn't that simple, if one were to simply look closer at it, one could see that it was riddled with bits of white powder and seeds of some sort. This is why Blade was so feared, he was in fact, a drug dealer. Ponies knew not to mess with him, or they would be 'cut by the Blade'. He was proud of this saying and held his head high anytime he heard it uttered. Of course the police couldn't do a thing to stop him, he owned this town, his expert lawyer and knowledge of forensics allowed him to always escape a crime scene with absolutely no sign he was ever there.