Razor

"One, two, fuck you."

Personal Information

Razor, in the flesh.

Appearance

Boots. Coat. Hat. Leather and road-dust. Razor ("Rayza", in her distinctive Darwin growl) looks like she just drifted in from the Wild West, or maybe stepped off the deck of a pirate ship. Glittering grey eyes. Permanent sneer. Stubby, bitten nails. Scarred knuckles. She's all sharp edges and brooding malice, held barely in check like a dog on a chain.
She's got an arse you could bounce a gold coin off, and a tan that still holds its bronze decades after her death and resurrection. She's 6,1" in the hat, all whipcord muscle and rolling swagger.

Personality

A fierce Loyalist, and veteran of many savage skirmishes with the Camarilla, Razor's seven parts flesh, and three parts bile and vinegar. She thinks you're a piece of shit, and she's not scared of you knowing it.
For someone with so unmistakable an aura of coiled violence waiting to break loose at any moment, she's surprisingly still. You'd expect her to be edgy, twitchy, restless - but she's not. With the exception of a predilection for prowling back and forth like a caged tiger when agitated, movement is generally economical, never purposeless, and like action, is held fire until needed. Terse and surly, she's just as sparing with words.
She doesn't walk, she stalks. She doesn't wait, she skulks. She doesn't speak, she snarls. And she doesn't laugh. Period.
Razor has a very strongly developed sense of herself and her own - which is not necessarily limited by her Pack - and with those, can be surprisingly, casually tactile. Everyone else is meat to be wasted.

Notable Traits

Dirty blonde dreadlocks. Days-old, ground-in kohl around the eyes. Northern Territory accent. Snarling manner. Loping, slouching walk, like a wolf with a long way to travel but in no hurry to get there.

Themesong

Bury Me With My Guns On by Bobaflex: Bury me with my guns on, so when I reach the other side, I can show Him what it feels like to die. Bury me with my guns on, so when I'm cast out of the sky, I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes

Information Known by Kindred Society

History

The B.E.R.T. Pack: (l-r) Pinky, Melisande, Vic (back), Zaphkiel (front), and Razor.

She was shovelheaded amidst the carnage of the Brisbane Crusade in 1996 by the now-defunct Pack, Tempers Fuckit, as part of a recruitment push before an intended raid. No-one really remembers what the mortal known as Sarah Strait was like before her entry into the Sword of Cain, but the general assumption is that the corrosive hardarsery was a result rather than a cause of her Embrace.
She's a veteran of the campaign, now, and over her time, she's racked up a couple dozen Campire kills by popular counts - as well as a handful of Monomacies.
Sadly, Tempers Fuckit is no more. In 1999, the Pack went after a well-defended Camarilla outpost in Roma, and the raid was a disaster. Only Razor survived, limping back alone.
She then took up with the Pack known as Dead Nasty, eventually traveling to Sydney with them, until she left them in 2005 for reasons unknown. Rumours abounded of tensions within the Pack resulting from Razor, Lasombra Johnny C and a Tremere Antitribu forming a clique when their Vinculii to each other far exceeded the general levels of the rest of the Pack, but only Dead Nasty and Razor knew for sure, and they weren't talking.
She then drifted, up and down the East Coast, for a year or so, before signing on with a Pack in Brisbane, also growing close to the Toreador Antitribu, Amelia, and becoming acquainted with the Nosferatu Antitribu, Aunty Nancy (whom she calls "Nance") and the Toreador Antitribu, Heinrich Eisen. Razor stayed in Brisbane, running with her Pack until mid-2013, when they were wiped out one bloody night in a failed push into the local Camarilla territories. Leaving their freshly shovelheaded fledgelings forgotten in the ground, she struck South to NSW again, where she drifted solo for some months before being sought out by her old Packmate, Pinky, in a pub outside Grafton. After a tense standoff, she agreed to sign on to his quest to find his sister, Melisande. Along the way, the two of them collected Razor's old shovelhead, Vic, for extra muscle, and the Salubri, Zaphkiel, as a compromise appointee to Ductus of the new Pack, named Black Eyes, Red Tears.
The Pack, going by B.E.R.T. for short, in September 2015 answered the summons by Cardinal Harparin of Oceania for all faithful Sabbat to attend a war summit on the Australian Crusade in Manila, in the Philippines. There, they were discomforted to find themselves in the presence of several robed Inquisitors - one of whom, Ezekiel Alphonso Iona, took a great and evident interest in Zaphkiel - but nevertheless remained out of duty. Shortly after arriving, they assisted in the removal of the threat posed by two rogue vozhd in the sewers beneath the gathering, and returned just in time to witness Archbishop El Salvador of Canberra in the act of murdering the Cardinal, with the assistance of Setites. He then laid claim to the title for himself, declaring that Harparin had refused a rightful challenge to Monomancy and thus the murder was righteous. In the fallout that followed, the Grand High Inquisitor declared El Salvador a heretic, and Razor, having an itchy trigger finger due largely to her discomfort at the presence of the Inquisition combined with a personal dislike of El Salvador for reasons due to previous events that had occurred on the pilgrimage there (and that had resulted in B.E.R.T. striking up a bloodsoaked camaraderie with Nickolai Petroviski and Viv of Medved Blok, and also the destruction of the returned-and-condemned Vulpe), blew his shoulder off, causing him to withdraw into his shadow form for safety, before Archbishop Mordecai ordered her to stand down. Less out of respect for his office than for his mettle as a member of the Black Hand, Razor relented and for her show of appropriate deference, Mordecai publicly favoured her with a point of status, and she then acted largely as the Pack's liaison to him in the events that followed.

Quotes

Quotes By

B.E.R.T. in Manila, with (l-r:) Nickolai Petroviski and Viv of Medved Blok, and Frederick of the Bone Breakers.

"Fuck that."

- response to learning the Gehenna prophecy.

"I'm not a wiseguy, I'm a 'slinger. You want muscle, I'm here for you. You want help doin' someone over...I don't hold with lies."

- to Ductus Johnny C, upon signing on with his Pack.

"Kill 'em, skin 'em, kill 'em again for good measure."

- on the subject of werewolves.

"...damn."

- upon meeting Zaphkiel and watching him fight for the first time.

Quotes About

"Oh, God. That's...that's Razor. Do you have any idea who she is? She once decapitated a werewolf by punching it."

- Banshee, noticing Razor for the first time (and shortly before getting reprimanded for 'fangirling' over a member of the Sword of Caine).

"Almost ripped Vic apart during a Game of Instinct. She was willing to stomp out her own childe's unlife to please Caine. There is something to learn here."

- Crazy James, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Oh, ah, aha... Razor, dearest, honey, yes, I know that man was quite rude to you and it was entirely justified and right that you did what you did, but Zaph sent us out here to talk with the local Anarch rep and it might just be the teeeeensiest bit tricky for us to do that while his jaw is smashed all over the table... or, uhm, no, that's alright, yes, yes, I'll just go start the car while you finish up, then, shall I?"

- Pinky, Packmate and Priest of B.E.R.T.

Conversations

"See you in Hell, bitch."

"Yeah, you tell the Devil I'm a-comin', Campire. *spits* You tell 'im to put the fuckin' kettle on."

- Razor executes an enemy.

"Ah, Palla Grande. That magical time of the year when some fool occasionally tries to make Razor wear a dress."

"And she stabs them."

"And she stabs them. *chuckles* Good times."

- two Packmates, in conversation.

"Yeah, look, this is my Sire, Razor. She ain't never been around much-"

"Made ya fuckin' strong, didn't I?!"

- Vic introduces Razor to his Pack.

Rumours

• She's got a soul so black and rattlesnake-mean, the Devil himself spat her back out of Hell.
• Once tore the arm off a Toreador Anti for trying to get "friendly".
  • Well, that explains why Heinrich likes her so much...
    • Yeah, you don't dissuade the Perverts with pain.
• Has a fanclub.
  • And 'Chuck Norris' style legends, apparently.
    • Seems somewhat nonplussed by this.
• Has survived multiple total Pack kills. She's either one hardass mother...
  • Or actively getting her Packmates destroyed.

Inspirations and Soundtrack

• Anne Bonny, Black Sails: "Fuck you, Jack."
• Juliette Flowers, The Last Rites of Ransom Pride: "Which one a' you sorry mothers wants breakfast in Hell first?"
• Charlie Prince, 3:10 To Yuma: "Mister, you better tell me where they took him, or you will burn."
• Mary, The Day: "I'm gonna kill 'em all."
• Ma-Ma, Dredd: "Clear the corridors, and stay the fuck out of our way until the shooting stops."
• The Saint of Killers, Preacher: "Figure you got yourself some guns in them belts, boy." "Yeah. But you don't look to me like the man who'll take 'em."
• Roland Deschain, The Dark Tower: Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
• A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash - Vic: Now, you just fought one Hell of a fight, and I know you hate me, and you've got the right to kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me, before I die, for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye
• Black Sheep by Saliva - her mortal family: I was born into a curse; an outlaw straight from birth - my Mama danced around a fire, and pulled me from the dirt
• The Red by Chevelle - the Beast: So lay down; the threat is real, when his sight goes red again. Seeing red, again!
• Fire And Brimstone by The Bootleggers: The whole world was standing still, and the moon was turning red; I saw a sign in the sky, "I have come to set you free"
• Cowboys From Hell by Pantera: We're gonna take what's ours to have, spread the word throughout the land. They say the bad guys wear black
• Dream On by Aerosmith: The past is gone; it went by, like dusk to dawn. Isn't that the way? Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
• Vera Flew The Coop by Marian Call: Vera rode with lawless men who trembled when she talked; she never flinched, she never smiled and her gun was always cocked
• They Say by Scars On Broadway: If you were me, could you defend the given rights to all of man? Let's fuck the world with all its trend; they say it's all about to end
• Youth by Daughter: We are the reckless, we are the wild youth; chasing visions of our future...and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones, 'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. We're setting fire to our insides for fun
• Snake Song by Emmylou Harris: Be sure they don't try to find me - skin I've been through dies behind me. Solid, hollow, wrapped in hatred; not a drop of venom wasted

Status

• Proven
• Blooded
• Undefeated
• Stalwart Defender (by Archbishop Mordecai)

OOC Information

Member Information
Player:	P. Saunders
Number:	2003100615
Domain:	Brisbane