Black Razor
04-13-2005, 05:53 AM
Since we made the move thought my app might as well move with me... wish we had specific SG forums here. :(
The Basics
Hero Name: Black Razor
Short Description: Its when someone is under the average height.
Alter Ego: Anne Halliwell
Aliases / Nicknames: None anyone will call to my face and live..
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Unknown ... grew up in Plymouth, England.
Living Relatives: I hope not ...
Personal Color: Black ...duh.
Skills & Powers
Origin: Magic
Archetype: Blaster
Primary Power: Energy Blast
Secondary Power: Energy Manipulation
Power Pools: Flight, Fitness
Other Skills & Abilities: I make a mean fish taco.
Any Weaknesses: Not that I'm gonna tell you. tongue.gif
Physical Synopsis
Height: 5'2"
Weight: Ahem ...
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue glowing
Hair Color: I'll let you know when I decide on one.. its currently purple.
Race/Ethnicity: Ball of supernatural energy... no ..really.
Mental Synopsis
Personality Keywords: Force of nature.
Overall Personality: Not as dark and brooding as you would think (though it is a part of her personality) her to be. Her outlook towards most people is actually quite optimistic. She can be a bit wild at times. Control is not her strong suit. A bit of an Anarchist in that respect. Takes on a much more quiet and foreboding nature in combat. Very Focused ..sometimes too much so.
Likes: the occult, most things Gothic, music, pizza, Helping others in need ..especially those who have lost there way.
Dislikes:The Circle of Thorns. Being Controlled. Shes had enough of that in her life.
Brief Personal History: I'm afraid I don’t know much of my past. I was raised in a boarding home from a young age near Plymouth, England, along with several other children. I had always been told I was an 'undesirable' child, and that in fact I came to be there because my parents didnt even want me. However that changed most abruptly shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Odd occurrences began happening around the manor.. at first mundane things like power surges ..and doors and cabinets being found strangely open with no explanation ..but soon became far less explainable. Light bulbs shattering, furniture hovering in the air, drastic temperature changes and so forth. It didn’t take people long to realize that most of these 'occurrences' happened only in my presence or very shortly there after. Needless to say the other children became nervous around me ..and I myself will admit to being more then somewhat frightened. But nothing would prepare me for what was to come.
After a few weeks of this had past I awoke to a strange sound in my room.
It didn’t take me long to notice the three figures approaching me from the shadows ..and I cried out for help. However none came as they produced long daggers from there robes. Then something happened ..instinctually I lashed out ..not with my fists but with my very lifes energy itself. There was a blinding flash and the three men ..I think they were men .. were flung against the far wall and landed with a hard thud. I felt strange ..very strange.. as if I was cold and yet burning up all at once... fear, anger, and panic over came me and then it was like as if an explosion originated within me. Most of what was my room was gone as well were my three attackers... I heard screaming through out the house and hurried footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly jumped to my feet and ran to the door ...thinking that it was my foster parents coming to save me. However the nights surprises were not over. I opened the door just in time for the house master to plow into the room knocking me to the floor.. he was screaming "What have you done!?" ..I could only cry and offer no answer. He then grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the hallway. Grabbing me by the hair he dragged my down the stairs and into the study. He at that point left my lying in the doorway and grabbed a small box from one of the upper shelves. He reached inside and ..to my astonishment .. pulled a the same dagger that my assailants used before out throwing the box to the ground. He then uttered the words that would burn into my mind "The never should have brought you here!!".. and lept at me. Again the power welled up inside bursting forth ..only this time it was much bigger. The house was rocked ..debris went flying everywhere... and the man who had raised me was utterly consumed by it.
At this point feeling raw anger I searched for the one clue as to what was going on I knew of ..the box. It hadn’t landed far away. I snatched it up from the ground and peered inside. The only thing that remained was a scrap of paper adorned with a wax seal of a wreath of thorns apon it .. written on it were four simple words ..."She must not awaken.". Taking the paper I quickly ran upstairs and threw on some clothing... after which I fled into the night. Later I found my way into London .. I spent some time here .. mostly living on the streets. After some time I came to understand what was happening to me. .and even gained some measure of control over my new powers, learning to focus the energy inside myself. I used these powers to help others who were themselves lost as I was. I also began trying to research the events of the night .. using the symbol as a guide ..I found little. Then one day a contact pointed me into the direction of an old newspaper clipping he had seen in a Library archive, he said he had been sure he saw that symbol in an article, it referenced activities of an organization called the Circle of Thorns there. A group of heroes had nearly shut them down many years before... but it was believed several ...including most of there leadership.. had managed to flee out of country to the United States. I knew if any answers were to be found to my origins ...these Circle of Thorns would be the ones to ask ...and so I travelled across the sea in search of them ..I will have my answers .. no matter the cost.
Why do you think you and your char would fit into The Underground? Because I already know most of you, and know you are all good folk. I am honestly looking for friends more then partners as I am kinda a loner ..but I like helping others and am always there when you need it.
Regular play times so as the team can group with you: Random ..very random.
The Basics
Hero Name: Black Razor
Short Description: Its when someone is under the average height.
Alter Ego: Anne Halliwell
Aliases / Nicknames: None anyone will call to my face and live..
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Unknown ... grew up in Plymouth, England.
Living Relatives: I hope not ...
Personal Color: Black ...duh.
Skills & Powers
Origin: Magic
Archetype: Blaster
Primary Power: Energy Blast
Secondary Power: Energy Manipulation
Power Pools: Flight, Fitness
Other Skills & Abilities: I make a mean fish taco.
Any Weaknesses: Not that I'm gonna tell you. tongue.gif
Physical Synopsis
Height: 5'2"
Weight: Ahem ...
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue glowing
Hair Color: I'll let you know when I decide on one.. its currently purple.
Race/Ethnicity: Ball of supernatural energy... no ..really.
Mental Synopsis
Personality Keywords: Force of nature.
Overall Personality: Not as dark and brooding as you would think (though it is a part of her personality) her to be. Her outlook towards most people is actually quite optimistic. She can be a bit wild at times. Control is not her strong suit. A bit of an Anarchist in that respect. Takes on a much more quiet and foreboding nature in combat. Very Focused ..sometimes too much so.
Likes: the occult, most things Gothic, music, pizza, Helping others in need ..especially those who have lost there way.
Dislikes:The Circle of Thorns. Being Controlled. Shes had enough of that in her life.
Brief Personal History: I'm afraid I don’t know much of my past. I was raised in a boarding home from a young age near Plymouth, England, along with several other children. I had always been told I was an 'undesirable' child, and that in fact I came to be there because my parents didnt even want me. However that changed most abruptly shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Odd occurrences began happening around the manor.. at first mundane things like power surges ..and doors and cabinets being found strangely open with no explanation ..but soon became far less explainable. Light bulbs shattering, furniture hovering in the air, drastic temperature changes and so forth. It didn’t take people long to realize that most of these 'occurrences' happened only in my presence or very shortly there after. Needless to say the other children became nervous around me ..and I myself will admit to being more then somewhat frightened. But nothing would prepare me for what was to come.
After a few weeks of this had past I awoke to a strange sound in my room.
It didn’t take me long to notice the three figures approaching me from the shadows ..and I cried out for help. However none came as they produced long daggers from there robes. Then something happened ..instinctually I lashed out ..not with my fists but with my very lifes energy itself. There was a blinding flash and the three men ..I think they were men .. were flung against the far wall and landed with a hard thud. I felt strange ..very strange.. as if I was cold and yet burning up all at once... fear, anger, and panic over came me and then it was like as if an explosion originated within me. Most of what was my room was gone as well were my three attackers... I heard screaming through out the house and hurried footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly jumped to my feet and ran to the door ...thinking that it was my foster parents coming to save me. However the nights surprises were not over. I opened the door just in time for the house master to plow into the room knocking me to the floor.. he was screaming "What have you done!?" ..I could only cry and offer no answer. He then grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the hallway. Grabbing me by the hair he dragged my down the stairs and into the study. He at that point left my lying in the doorway and grabbed a small box from one of the upper shelves. He reached inside and ..to my astonishment .. pulled a the same dagger that my assailants used before out throwing the box to the ground. He then uttered the words that would burn into my mind "The never should have brought you here!!".. and lept at me. Again the power welled up inside bursting forth ..only this time it was much bigger. The house was rocked ..debris went flying everywhere... and the man who had raised me was utterly consumed by it.
At this point feeling raw anger I searched for the one clue as to what was going on I knew of ..the box. It hadn’t landed far away. I snatched it up from the ground and peered inside. The only thing that remained was a scrap of paper adorned with a wax seal of a wreath of thorns apon it .. written on it were four simple words ..."She must not awaken.". Taking the paper I quickly ran upstairs and threw on some clothing... after which I fled into the night. Later I found my way into London .. I spent some time here .. mostly living on the streets. After some time I came to understand what was happening to me. .and even gained some measure of control over my new powers, learning to focus the energy inside myself. I used these powers to help others who were themselves lost as I was. I also began trying to research the events of the night .. using the symbol as a guide ..I found little. Then one day a contact pointed me into the direction of an old newspaper clipping he had seen in a Library archive, he said he had been sure he saw that symbol in an article, it referenced activities of an organization called the Circle of Thorns there. A group of heroes had nearly shut them down many years before... but it was believed several ...including most of there leadership.. had managed to flee out of country to the United States. I knew if any answers were to be found to my origins ...these Circle of Thorns would be the ones to ask ...and so I travelled across the sea in search of them ..I will have my answers .. no matter the cost.
Why do you think you and your char would fit into The Underground? Because I already know most of you, and know you are all good folk. I am honestly looking for friends more then partners as I am kinda a loner ..but I like helping others and am always there when you need it.
Regular play times so as the team can group with you: Random ..very random.