The Daywalker Speaks: A BrickHeadz Review

They made me small. Blocky. Cute, even. But don’t let that fool you. I’m still Blade. The Daywalker. Half-human, half-vampire, full-time nightmare for anything with fangs.

This little BrickHeadz figure? It’s me in miniature—coat, shades, and sword. The essentials. The trench coat’s squared off, sharp edges like steel. Doesn’t flow like leather, but it doesn’t need to. You look at it, you know it’s mine. The red chest piece underneath? That’s blood. Or at least the reminder of it. My reason for hunting.

The shades—they got those right. Jet black. No reflection. They hide the eyes, keep people guessing. Behind them, I’m watching everything. Always.

And the sword… can’t leave home without it. Silver blade, simple hilt. Doesn’t matter what form it takes—LEGO brick or cold steel—it does the same thing: cuts down monsters. Stakes, guns, gadgets—I’ve got them too. Always armed. Always ready.

It’s strange seeing myself like this. Small. Stylized. Sitting on a shelf, waiting. But maybe that’s the point. Even in plastic, even in the hands of a kid, I’m still a weapon. Still a reminder: the night is full of things that feed on the innocent. And I’m the one who feeds on them.

BrickHeadz or not, I’m still Blade. The Daywalker. Remember that.