Razor

Razor is a human boy with long, spiky grey hair; bright red eyes; and pale skin. He has several scars on his body, including one on his left cheek and several on his arms, a result of his time living in the wild with his wolf family.

Razor wears green camouflage pants, an orange poncho-style shirt, dark boots, and a dark hooded coat decorated with belts. His accessories are a tooth necklace, thumbless orange gloves, and a gold earring in his left ear.

Razor is a generally kind-hearted person who considers his wolf pack his family, and becomes enraged if anyone hurts them. He loves his wolf family, but dislikes the fact that he is not completely like them, being a baby taken in by his pack leader, Andrius. While he rarely sees other humans traveling in the Wolf Kingdom due to his fearsome reputation, he considers the few humans he encounters to be his friends and is willing to protect them from danger if it means sacrificing his and his pack's dinner for the sake of survival. night, like when I let several wild boars escape so I could protect the Traveler and Paimon.

Razor is also a quick thinker, as he can clean up Klee's messes whenever she goes to play in the Wolf Kingdom.

Razor is honest and direct, due to his limited exposure to human life. He is not used to speaking and only speaks in short phrases and words, which he finds annoying, but nonetheless, he continues.

Like the rest of his wolf family, Razor enjoys eating meat and shows an aversion to most vegetables, preferring only potatoes.

Razor is a boy who lives in the Kingdom of Wolves. He is rarely seen by the inhabitants of Mondstadt.

However, according to the few witnesses that exist, Razor is extremely agile and travels with a pack of wolves, far from humans.

There is a rumor that he is an orphan raised by wolves, although others theorize that he is a wolf spirit that took on human form.

The rumors surrounding him only add to the mysteries of this "wolf-boy."

Meanwhile, Razor, the wolf-child, continues going to the mountains to enjoy the sunlight with his head held high.

Razor lives among the wolves day and night.

He has a close relationship with each and every one of them. Which wolf has the loudest howl, which one runs the fastest, which one is the best at ambushing... Razor knows them all.

He is able to assess his surroundings very well, smell objects from miles away and knows perfectly well the medicinal effects of many plants. The only thing he cannot remember are the faces of his parents.

What kind of people were they? No matter how hard he tries, he can't remember.

His earliest memories date back to after he began his life with the wolves. They took him in as part of their "lupical," a word he learned from someone else, and whose meaning is similar to "family."

In the sky there are little things that fly and sing, and the clouds are big and fluffy like a wolf's tail.

The world of Razor is very simple.

He runs while hunting or fights over the best fruit on sunny days; when it rains he sleeps curled up next to a wolf friend on a bed of straw inside a hollow tree. He eats as much as he can and drinks a lot of water; he cools off in the lake when it's hot and searches for juicy berries when he's thirsty.

Sometimes Razor looks at his own body, and then at his family's.

He knows he's different from them, but what's so wrong with that?

Their peaceful life was only disturbed the day a very large man appeared before the wolf pack.

Razor didn't know him, he just knew he was human. The man gave him a friendly smile as he held out his hand.

"How about you come back with me to Mondstadt?"

But neither Razor nor the wolves understood his gesture. The wolves placed themselves between Razor and the man to keep him away.

The wolf pack protected him.

Razor looked at his own body and then at the man's through the gaps in his kin's fur.

Razor knows he's not very smart, but there's one question that's been nagging at him ever since that day.

"Am I a human or a wolf?"

The name "Razor" came from that man.

A mere wolf boy could never understand the intricacies of human language, but judging by the look on the man's face as he said it, Razor knew the name was for himself.

"Ra... zor".

The shadows of the trees in the Wolf Kingdom shortened, then lengthened.

The man taught Razor how to wield a sword. The clumsy "iron claw" was sharp enough to cut a branch in two.

"Protect your friends."

"Friends..."

Razor repeated the man's words after him, not knowing what he meant.

He also didn't understand whether names were important or not. After all, he never learned that man's name.

What are you doing... friends?"

Razor once tried to ask his new mentor using his limited vocabulary.

The man, who was dressed in violet, knew everything, from how to make potato omelette with freshly picked potatoes, to the name of the brightest star during the summer.

However, Lisa, her other mentor, just yawned and smiled.

Razor thought about it day and night, without fail, but he was never able to figure it out.

Until one day, Razor met a girl wearing red.

They were always together, rain or shine, and used to play somersaults through the bushes with wolf hooks.

Her name was Klee. When they played together, Razor felt as if he were returning to the simple pleasures he had enjoyed with his relatives when he was young.

"Friends... it's... lupical."

Razor may not have understood the complexities of human relationships, but he certainly had the loyalty of a beast.

"Lupical... protect friends... with his life."

The wolf pack howled in the distance, calling him back home.

Razor no longer knew whether he was a man or a wolf.

But what's wrong with that?

Razor's greatest treasures are found in a box so crude that great care must be taken when opening it.

The broken hilt of a greatsword, a children's storybook called "The Wolf and the Flying Daisy," and a withered four-leaf clover.

Though he doesn't understand the intricacies of human relationships or the customs of the world, Razor knows that these are gifts from his "friends," and that's what makes them his most prized possessions.

The story of how Razor got his Vision is one of the few memories I wish I could forget.

One day, during a thunderstorm, a Wizard of the Abyss ambushed him from behind and took him away. The pack of wolves rushed to his aid and fought fearlessly, but they were all defeated by the Wizard of the Abyss.

As he watched helplessly as his beloved comrades were wounded, Razor let out a mighty roar like that of a cornered beast.

"My lupical!"

Fueled by his fury, a lightning-like power grew within him, and suddenly a surge of elemental energy flowed within him.

He was ready to protect them and get revenge.

He removed his shackles and took up his gun.

The Abyss Wizard was overwhelmed by Electro attacks coming from all directions and was defeated, but it was too late to save Razor's fellow wolves.

...

Although he had gained a Vision, Razor was still unable to manipulate Electro energy with finesse. One day, many moons later, when he met Lisa, the Witch of Roses, he began to study human knowledge.

"Hurt friends... Never again! I... protect them."

Day by day, Razor became more skilled at using his Vision, and silently promised himself, "I'm stronger. Stronger than anyone."

Because the day may come when his lupical faces another threat, and on that day he will protect them.