Name: Razor S. Edge: This is not his real name. It is a code name. His real name…has been lost. Forgotten. It was erased nearly two decades ago. His true identity, doesn’t exist. Anywhere..except in a small locked box hidden in an undisclosed location. Only himself..and one other knew of its location.

Age: 39

Build and appearance: Right around the six foot mark he is. Not a large man…but solid and compact. Don’t let his size full ya. He is strong enough to snap any bone in your body..quite easily…and just loves to hear bones pop and crack. That sound..just makes his dick hard it does. Though..he does know how to play nice. Sometimes.

Eye Color; Generally they are pale blue..unless he is in a mood..a nasty mood. The eye color goes darker…a grayish sort of black. Always has when his temper gets the best of him. Though..he is very controlled. Self Control is a strong suit. It had to be in his line of work.

Occupation: Currently employed for Maul N S’Vor.
Job title…Head of Security, and has been for the last ten years.

Before his employment with Maul N S’Vor, he was military. In a sense. He started as a marine…and finished his career as an operative for the CIA. His job there..was selective. He was a block ops shooter. One kept on a short leash for good reason.

Skills and Specialties:
Security…As it is his main duty in his occupation. He is up to speed in all the latest Camera systems, knew where and how to place them to make them harder to get around…in both..entrance and escape of any facility secured by him. Cameras are not his only forte. He is up to speed in the latest alarm systems…lasers..pressure plates. He can make it real hard to get in or out of anywhere he is securing.

Weapons..There is not many he cannot use with some skill. He is trained in over 40 different rifles and assault rifles. His preference is either handguns…or his sniper rifle. High winds…a thousand meters…that is fun shooting conditions for him. Never did he score anything other than expert in any of his fire arms training. Knives…he loved knives..but those he saved for when it became personal…or if he wanted to have some fun. Yeah..his idea of fun was far different than that of most others.

Hand to Hand Combat: He first learned hand to hand on the streets of home, or with the redneck mountain boys near his grandparents. That was growing up as a kid. Then he joined the Corp. Their he got his first training. Force Recon hand to hand combat. From their..once taken into the CIA. He learned more specialized training..deadly modified versions of Aikido. He knew the pressure points..knew where to strike to subdue, or take down permanently his opponent.

Other Skills. Interrogation. That was his one true calling perhaps. Bringing pain and suffering to those the deserved it for whatever reason. It was easy for him. He had little to no regard to life. HE reveled in the sufferings of others. He learned many techniques in the CIA. They recognized a talent when they saw it. He would use everything from knives and the normal devices of torture..to drugs..chemicals..whatever was needed to get the results he needed.

Background History.

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