HUMAN: razor

[razor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] razor 18 ✖ male ✖ demisexual ✖ human [STYLE=margin: 20px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]✖ Personality razor was built with the same purpose of all those in the dark cloaks: slay mutants. but with that in mind, he's much more than just a killing machine. his favorite thing to do is to explore. being brought up as an assassin locked in a compound, he did not get the sights that he could have had. he's easily amazed by small wonders such as planes and cars. and though he has the look of a hardened killer, he's a much more gentle than that. but when a mission comes, his switch is pulled and he becomes unmerciful. mutants are a blight, and the hoods were meant to erase them. razor never pulls punches and he never talks during a fight, gloating or goading. he's disconnected and is very hard to get through to when it's go time. FAVES knives cooking his clan action movies NOT FAVES large crowds clanmaster tight spaces ✖ History there was always the clan. razor awoke every morning to the same thing. darkness. it was the first concept taught to those fortunate to still be alive. darkness was your ally. darkness hid you, darkness saved you, and darkness protected you. he had been seven when he was first brought to the compound. eight when he had taken his first life. nine when he had been given his most important tool, the sword known as edge. razor was taught to follow protocol, follow the code of the clan. he was taught that mutations were an abomination to society, and like a garden, they needed to be weeded out. it was when he was 13 that he killed his first mutant. it could spray acid from its mouth like a vile demon of the underworld. razor finally saw the monsters for what they were: deadly creatures taking on the guise of humans. and that was all razor ever needed to train to an intensity that he himself seemed superhuman. razor turned 14 when he met knive. knive was a deadly but wonderful girl. razor had instantly taken a liking to her and they both met in the compound together to discuss things such as who they were and why mutants were bad. knive had always been more sympathetic to the mutants, an idea foreign to razor. she brought up valid points: why the discrimination, why do we hunt them, why not ask them to just submit themselves, why not study? razor always gave the same answer: because they are monsters. it was when knive did not return from her first mission did razor truly begin to hate mutants. she had been killed by a pyromaniac, a mutant that could spout fire from his mouth. razor's gentle innocence and willingness to feel some remorse for his kills quickly evaporated. at age 16 he had his first mental breakdown, repeating the code of the clan into his dark room until he could no longer hear knive's words behind his eyes. "we are a family, we stand together we do as we are bidded, there is only the mission we are darkness incarnate, no one can stop us i am razor, darkness save me, darkness hide me, darkness protect me in your emptiness, i am your agent" and with that, the clan gained its perfect assassin. he did not shy from a mission. he did not stray from the specifics. he did not hesitate when it came to the killing blow. and he did not hate a single person for the death of the only person he ever connected with. he became the agent of darkness. and he is perfect. ✖ Example panting. adrian was running and panting. he had to escape. it was still following him. he knew the rumors but for it to come for him... no he must not panic. adrian ran down the alleyway and into an open street. there were scant people. it was two am after all. but he knew it was still following him. they say that death would come for those who showed off their powers. it was one little trick though, it couldn't possibly want him for that. adrian was a simple pyrokinetic. he never wanted to burn anything though. he had barely used the powers for anything destructive. he just wanted to impress the waitress. a flicker of movement caught his eye and a shadow seemed to disappear down another alleyway. adrian started running once more. he bumped into a few people but they did not slow his flight. he had to keep moving... get back to his house. shortcut. he needed a shortcut to throw off his pursuer. he took the next alleyway and ran down it out of breath. and...IT...was there. the thing the rumors talked about. no one knew if was even alive. it just stood there... as if waiting for him. adrians eyes went wide and in panic let out a stream of flame towards "death" itself. he stopped a few seconds later, panting more, exhausted. the thing wasn't there. maybe it was just his fear that was driving him. maybe... "monster," a voice whispered. adrian wanted to turn around but soon found that he couldn't. he was stuck. at least his abdomen was stuck. he looked down and saw a flash light go into body. no. not into. out of. with horror and pain adrian felt the blade remove itself from his back. razor looked down on his target with the blankest expression. knive was killed like that. razor would make sure to take more precautions against pyros. he turned and walked down the alleyway without another thought. adrian watched as "death" walked away from him. he gritted his teeth and attempted to start another fire. he held up his hand and "death" stopped. he turned to the side of the building and leapt like a cat onto a fire escape. and then darkness swallowed adrian and he knew no more. [/style] This character is played by XAN

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! Some major issues with the coding there at first but I took care of it. So no worries! ^^ As for the character, I think he will be awesome, especially for future site plots >w> *cue evil laughter* Make all your claims and you'll be ready to go!