E-Razor
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| E-Razor | |
| Blood always grows back | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper (Claws/Superior Reflexes) |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| File Data | |
| Name: | Elizabeth Rassor |
| AKA: | The Razor; Razor; E |
| Species: | Human |
| Sex: | Female |
| Age: | 33 |
| Height: | 7'2" |
| Weight: | well, that's not going to get you very far now is it? |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Red |
| Known Powers | |
| Bloodletting | |
| Known Abilities | |
| A variety of esoteric Martial Arts and exceptional inherent abilities | |
| Equipment | |
| A variety of light, ablative body armours; several pairs of externally fitting extensible impervium claws; variety of electronic and magical measures and countermeasures | |
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About
E-Razor is the second character created by the player @neural overload. As the first was a blaster, a desire to experience an up close and personal point of view took precedence. As did a desire to protect the squishier members of a team wherever possible. The range and grace afforded by claws coupled with exceptional defense suggested a solid combination. Further strengthening the character via IO enhancing has reaped significant benefits for the character and allies.
E-razor's physical attributes are based in part on 'Lara Croft' of the 'Tombraider' series by Eidos. An article by Wired magazine in 2004 discusses an interesting hypothesis called Final Girl Theory exploring a tendency to root for the 'spunky lass' in similar situations.
The name of E-Razor came from listening to a song called 'Cowgirl' by Underworld while stuck trying to come up with a name after character creation. It also references (tongue in cheekily) the large number of E-type services available throughout the web. E-Razor also began her journey as a demonic type character, eventually settling into a more humanistic appearance with the joining of her first supergroup, U.N.C.L.E..
Somewhat recent events surrounding the saving of a friend's soul has placed her back into a more demonic appearance and character traits.
E is highly visible in PVP zones and a long time supporter of FNATGG (FightNightAtTheGoldenGiza; in spirit if nothing else for the last while).
Affiliations
E-Razor has interacted with a large variety of personalities that could be considered 'Hero' or 'Villain'. Such black and white attributes are rarely the case however and comfort can be found in the darkest of places, or the lightest.
- Lady America
- Dragonberry
- Umbral Wrath
- Lady Arctica
- Rakescar
- Kadekawa
- Shadow Rouge The Pack
- Chitterling The Pack
- BurnAlleyBoneCrusher
- Agent 00 U.N.C.L.E.
- Krusher Kane U.N.C.L.E.
- Gods of the Golden Age
- and too many others to list effectively.
Character Traits
During an interaction with forces normally spoken of only in prayers, to save the soul of a friend and compatriot, unintended consequences occurred. E has been seemingly cursed with the opposite context of the regained friend in order to retain balance. It is currently unknown where or how these forces may continue to exert influence on the pair.
Powers
E has been naturally gifted with extreme reflexes, strength, and intelligence. These gifts were further honed through time, training, and awareness with a variety of mentors and groups. Not all of these groups could be considered beneficial to humanity.
During a training unit on extensible claws a connection was made with a leaping style and inherent abilities that flourishes to this day. The length of time honing these abilities has also allowed her to perceive many hidden foes with relative ease. Known to seemingly appear and strike out of no where, E is prized for her abilities to get in, do the job, and get out, with minimal interference or concern for project failure or integrity.
Weaknesses
As her defensive abilities can be difficult to overcome, large numbers of foes or exceptionally accurate individuals are required. The second nature of her fighting style can also be overcome (not consistently, however it is worth mentioning) by limiting her ability to maneuver using mechanisms such as closed in quarters and techniques that remove her leaping ability. It has been shown on several occasions that these techniques are also understood by E-Razor and she may seek to lure a target in by 'playing along' with the opponent.
HerStory:Prelude
When born into the family business, what choices does one have?
A slight tear curls down Elizabeth's cheek as her father's casket is lowered, it's the only one she has left. A few words are spoken she can't remember, and a line forms. E can't help but wonder how many heroes are represented in the handfuls of dirt thrown. The masks, faces, and earth blend in place. Shadows crawl the edges of her awareness until she forces tunnel vision on her feet shuffling forward to the pile, and her turn to cover a body. E doesn't recall fainting after that, the scar on her head reminds her of the fall, following the handful of dirt into the grave.
First Op
The uniform didn't fit well. Too tight through the shoulders, and too short otherwise. Shoddy tailors. Given Council resources couldn't they bloody well afford a few things? Like proper equipment? Crap, I should have moved the body further away, too late now. Focus, he's here. The target swings into view as he enters the room looking for, no, expecting, a Thorn Deathmage. The primary colours on his uniform give away the sincerity of the message. 'I'm a hero'. It's probably very good for show and tell in school. Here, it's a liability, and it's missing a colour.
Let me show it to you....
Except, I didn't move the body far enough and blood has pooled under my feet. I slip as I launch forward and only graze him, a return shot of blue fire slides over my back as I follow through, twisting in the air. A slight crackle catches my attention before the electric air overfills every nerve impulse and I spasm, flailing a moment. A lone claw wicks across his neck, severing the artery. PPD sirens wail in the distance as I laugh out loud at the scene and my luck. This uniform is still far too uncomfortable.
This uniform fit much better, and felt like a second skin. The leather creaked slightly as I entered the bar and noted the target party, then the orbiting operatives. The heavy bass beat swirled through the screaming light show and cage dancers. A few people felt the need to grind it out on the dancefloor. A few others felt the need to grind it out on the floor; broken glass sparkled under the bodies as flecks of blood sprinkled the hardwood. Smoke and shadow compete for anonymity with slumming heroes and villains exploring their tastes of relaxation.
This will be easy.
And it was.
A blank slate you said. It feels like slate.
Liquid thin layers hardened to stone and flaked off piece by peace while minor fossils peek through the exposed mass. A bit of vegetation here, a small creature there. Things I had hidden from even myself long, long ago and stare at as if they'd never been seen before by anyone, let alone categorized or nomenclatured by some researcher of ancient and forgotten things.
I close my eyes and try to imagine a sterile environment. A safe place to do something like this. The truth is decidedly less hygienic as my memory walks along greasy cables tied to dusty machines set in a brick room smelling lightly of excrement and pine. A occasional puff of sulfur suggests being closer to an underworld than a castle in the sky. A slight iridescence sits in the corners and I wonder if it's part of the spell enclosing the room while we do this or an exotic species of lichen living its life.
Several displays bright with readings sit unwatched on tables surrounding the platform I'm lying on. A smallish box sits next to one, symbols flipping from one side to the other while the form runs through impossible geometry. The price of this work in progress.
"This won't hurt much." snaps me back to the immediate moment, spoken by a person I have no choice but to trust while here. The irony isn't lost on me.
A small smile crosses my face and sends me into agony as another layer flakes and breaks off, involuntarily recalling a brief moment at home, before everything.
"The bad times aren't coming E, they're already here" holds a hollow echo in it of dad's voice wrapped in a black cloud with infinite limbs. "Anyone who says 'the bad times are coming' is trying to sell you something. The truth is worse than the lie. You need to get back to the beginning E; right back to where you started from."
How right you were.
