Raze

[Sulley]

Sulley Dew Trace

Mutant Name: Raze

Age: Twenty-six

Height: 6’2’’

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Physical Appearance: Sulley is tall and well muscled, possessing the slim yet sturdy body of a dancer. His skin is caramel, his hair is black, and his eyes are a dark brown. He walks like a dangerous man with a gait that implies he’s accustomed to respect. His features are wolfish, and malice hides behind his smile.

Sulley’s clothes usually consist of jeans and wife beaters. He doesn’t wash them often, so the thick scent of dirt and sweat combined with soap radiates off of him.

One look at Sulley and most people would rather talk to someone else. He’s obviously young, but there’s something about him that communicates that he’s been through a lot. He partly resembles a teen ruffian, but the dangerous glint in his eyes tell you he’s done more than merely highway graffiti.

Celebrity Face Claim: Alex Meraz

Strengths:

• Action prediction
  
• Bottling emotion
  
• Attractiveness
  
• Natural Leader
  

Weaknesses:

• Not very intelligent
  
• Bad at sympathizing
  
• Obsessive with finding a way out
  
• Bad at winning loyalty
  
• Tends to resort to violence for most everything
  
• Judging other mutant’s power level
  

Random Abilities:

• Very efficient at finding food
  
• Lock picking
  
• Fighting with knives
  
• Lying convincingly
  
• Finding ways into/out of things/places/buildings
  
• Getting along with people he doesn’t like
  

History: Sulley’s story begins in New Mexico, where he was born and raised to the age of fourteen. After hitting puberty and joining a small-town gang with his older brothers, Sulley moved with them as they traveled across America. The gang stuck to small crimes like stealing and breaking and entering, and every now and then one of them would gather the courage to jump a man for his wallet or steal a woman’s purse.

At sixteen Sulley discovered his mutation. It happened when he faced internal conflict with his brother, and accidentally beheaded him during a fight. From that point on he became the gang’s secret weapon. They remain small in number, but even those who had more members didn’t want anything to do with them while Sulley was on their side. They gave him the nickname Razorblade, which was shortened to Raze later on in his life.

At the age of eighteen Sulley took part in a jewelry store job that went wrong. Just before his team split with the $40k crystal they were surrounded by the police. As it turned out, one of their old members ratted them out for the chance to receive probation. Raze was the only one who escaped free that night, at the cost of two policemen’s blood on his hands.

Disgusted with himself and the events he’d been a part of, Sulley ran to North Carolina in attempt to start over again. He found work at a small shop, lived in his employer’s spare room, and surprisingly existed for two happy years that way. Unfortunately, the events that followed are why Sulley doesn’t believe that good things can last.

A woman came into the shop one day who stole his heart with a smile. He pursued her, and after three short months the two married. Sulley was a strapping young man of twenty with a wife on his hands, so he worked double time to bring in enough money to make her happy. She gave birth to a girl who became the bane of his exsistence.

Years living with a woman who was dependant solely on him and a baby THAT WOULDN’T SHUT UP took its toll. Sulley became your typical ruffian husband, the one who beats his wife and drinks away his worries. He was fired from his jobs, unable to find new employment, and so the small family of three was left to fend for themselves. His wife took up begging on the corner to get money to feed the baby, and any money lent to Sulley by a friend was spent on beer.

After half a year of hell, Sulley’s wife took his kid and left him on his own. Now this all happened when he was twenty-three.

A few weeks later, out of anger and blinded by selfishness, Raze hunted down his wife and child and slaughtered them both. The police found him sitting outside his dead wife’s mother’s porch with their bodies beside him. He didn’t resist his arrest, and he pleaded guilty in court.

Sulley Dew Trace was charged for two counts of first degree murder and sentenced to two terms of life in prison. He never flinched. He didn’t plead. He didn’t smile. It was as if he’d resigned from life altogether.

Three years later was when the guards showed up. They took Sulley to Freakopolis. God gave him a third chance to make things right again.

Mutation: Sulley has the ability to “sharpen” his skin. The affect isn’t visible; he looks exactly the same whether or not he’s enabled it. He can concentrate the sharpness on different parts of his body, or spread it out. The more surface area it covers, the duller it gets. If he focuses all of the sharpness into his index finger then it would have the power to cut through bone.

A negative affect is that he can never not be sharp. It’s always somewhere on him. When relaxing, he focuses the affect into his hair. If someone were to run their fingers across his head their hand would come away cut and bloody.

Mutation Key: –-admin edit--

Report of Mutant Capture:
Sulley sat with his back against the bunk and his hands in his lap, eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him. It had happened again.

In prison, there were rules that the inmates ran by. There were gangs that the different races followed not out of choice but out of fear. If a white man jumped a black one and the other black men around didn’t help, they would be held accountable. This was just how things went in prison; the guards had nothing to do with it except for when it came time to pry fighting men apart.

Sulley stayed apart from it all. He kept to himself, spending free time in the yard working out or reading books he’d gotten from the library. Some inmates suspected he thought he was better than them. Others sensed the danger within Sulley and kept their distance.

It happened one day when a Mexican prisoner was jumped. There weren’t many other Native-Americans, so the others assumed Sulley was grouped with the Hispanics. When he didn’t stand up to assist the man who a group of whites were brutally beating, the Mexican gang of the prison got angry.

“You think you’re better than us, hijo de puta?” Their leader with the scar across his face asked as he circled Sulley, who sat Indian style on the ground with his eyes closed. When he didn’t answer the man took a swing. He lost two fingers in the process, and Sulley never even lifted a hand.

The guards took Sulley to solitary. It was a windowless cell, smaller and more cramped than the regular ones. Prisoners who caused trouble and couldn’t be controlled were taken there. That was when the men in the black suits came.

The jingle of the prison guard’s keys snapped Sulley out of his daze, though it inspired him to do little more than stand and watch the door expectantly. He didn’t know what time of the day it was. He wasn’t sure when he’d eaten last. His hair was long and ruffled, and his lips were dry and cracked. Everything about him looked like a crazy man’s appearance, except his disturbingly penetrating eyes.

“I don’t know what ya’ll would want with this one.” The guard was saying to the men with the large guns. Their clothes were foreign, looking like something from a future life. They reeked of mystery and the government. “He’s a nasty one. Sneaks blades in somehow, though we never see ‘em. Probably got a whole collection shoved up his anus I’ll bet.”

A shadow fell from the door. Sulley’s eyes narrowed.

“Who are you?” He demanded, focusing his sharpness onto his arms.

“Hot damn, you got him to talk and you didn’t even say nuthin.” The guard chuckled excitedly from behind the man in the doorway. The guy stepped forward.

“Don’t touch me.” Sulley’s voice wavered. “Don’t come any closer.” The man continued to approach him. Sulley roared and charged.

He’d never seen a gun move so fast.

[avasapphire]