Three!

Gamertag: Almosthree (he perfers to be called three)
Real Name: Maximilian Foti
Age: 16
Affiliation: Player moocher
Nationality: American
Other: Cat ears, and his name is in orange
Traits:
-Easygoing
-likeable
-light-hearted
-lazy
-he's a runner
-doesn't trust himself
Skills:
-Daggers
-Perception
-Knife throwing
-Hiding
Sword Arts:
-X slash

Three pulls out three knives, holding them until they glow red, then throws them both at the target. They cross in mid air as they reach the enemy, and leave an x with a cut through the side as an afterglow.

-Slight of hand

Three would run at you with a violet blade, and spin. As he spins, and drops the blade, catches the blade with his other hand, and stabs. Hopefully his opponent is too busy trying to dodge his first attack to block the next.
Equipment/Items:
Heath potions
Teleportation crystal

Personality:
Likes: Being alive, being alone, taking strolls, long walks in the park.

Dislikes: Large crowds, being attacked, death in general

History:
Three was born in america, in the slums of Detroit. He wasn't the most masculine looking of children, so of course he was picked on a lot. He used SAO was a way to get away from the constant teasing and bullying. When he found out he couldn't get out the game, he wasn't scared.  He was a little optimistic of human nature, they would band together to get out of here, right? His hopes where dashes when he was nearly killed by someone, only saved by a beater. He sorta wanders now, and tries to mooch off enough people as possible to level himself. If he said at a high level, no one would go after him any more, right? He wouldn't have to die. He didn't want to die...

Re-read rules.

geh.. fixed and all that