My life changed the moment I came into contact with a powerful ancient weapon... The Witchblade.
I was born on November 18, 1970 in Manhattan and I guess I've always wanted to be a cop. It probably had something to do with the fact that my father was a wonderful policeman... until he was gunned down.
One day, while undercover at a "tournament" being held at the Rialto Theater, my partner and I were mortally wounded. A man named Kenneth Irons was hosting this tournament of sorts and he had with him a mystical artifact, a gauntlet if you will, but could not unlock its power. Instead, it choose me... It bonded with me... I survived...
Since that night, I have longed for simpler days, for now, I lead a double life. I'm still learning everyday about the Witchblade, still battling for control. It has a violent nature but it has good points... it slowed my aging, I can create armor, shoot energy blasts, and can even heal myself. It also has a male counterpart, Excalibur, wielded by an assassin by the name of Ian Nottingham who just happens to work for Kenneth Irons. Hmm, I should probably mention that we have had a bit of a "romantic involvement" but it's very complicated. Anyway, the Witchblade and I continue to fight criminals and, umm, things not of this Earth.
