Razor Hunter
Brief
Razor is the elder sibling in his family, with a younger brother by the name Blade. He is embarrased at the 'edginess' of his name when spoken in the same sentence or mentioning of his brother as he is aware of how ridiculous it is. He attempts to embrace it, though his softer demeanor are at odds with it. He is used to people staring due to his massive height for an elf, as well as how abnormally long his limbs are due to a condition he was born with.Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Afflictions
Razor has a condition called Marfan syndrome, with the main effects being his extreme height and longer limbs than usual. Marfan syndrome is caused by a defect in the gene that enables your body to produce a protein that helps give connective tissue its elasticity and strength--Razor's parents did not have this condition, and Razor is the first and only person in his family to be affected. He suffers from lower-back pain and weakness in his legs, and uses crutches to give himself extra support. He was in an accident in his younger years that he prefers not to discuss that caused trauma to his face and fingers, causing him to lose parts of them.Specialized Equipment
Razor uses a pair of forearm crutches to ease some of the weight on his legs and hips, as he's had numerous issues with them in the past that have gotten worse as he ages. They're rather simple, and have no magical enhancements to them.
Mental characteristics
Employment
Though Razor is somewhat held back due to his conditions and body pain, in his younger years he was quite physical and worked on and off as a mercenary. While he has his limits now, he still retains that training and can be intimidating when needing to be.
In Penumbra Razor works in the Aquisition deparment, and takes part in watching training sessions and helps decide on who to group with who as a unit for security and other 'work'. He also does work on getting things in order for said units to aquire what the company needs, illicit or otherwise.
"I can't do the work I used to." Razor muttered, slipping his crutches off to the desk beside him. His brother sat opposite of him, almost a mirror image--well except for the height and gangly-ness of his limbs.
"Well ya know I'm workin' for a place as security detail yeah?" He tilted his head for a moment, pushing the chair back onto its two back legs, balancing himself. "Could put in a good word. You still good with numbers n' talking to people and computers? Ah, nevermind, I know the boss lady is usually pretty good at offering work to invalids-- Ow, fuck!" He and his chair fell with a bang.
Razor pulled his crutch back. "You know not to call me that, I taught you better." He couldn't hold a straight face, his lips twitching. "Is that any way to treat your older brother?"
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