Minecraft OC Lore Final One!!!!!!
And it's the guy!!!!! my guy!!!! i'm shaking him like a ragdoll!!!!! raugh!!!!
Razormane
Razormane’s existence has been… well, it’s been.
As part Blaze, he was more comfortable in the Nether than in the Overworld, and the Nether always felt like home to him. But… there was something about the Overworld that he was too intrigued by to stay in the warmth of the Nether. Rain in particular fascinated him. He loved it, loved the concept of it, loved how muted it made everything, loved the sound of it. Of course, he couldn’t ever let it touch him, or else it’d sting something awful, but that fact may honestly have made it even more appealing to him.
There were also so many more variants of Players up in the Overworld- not many that weren’t naturally fire-resistant hung around in the Nether very often, so it was usually just the same few types of folks around down there. But up here? There was so much diversity, so many more people to see, so much more civilization. And ease of travel? Please. He’d take horseback riding up a mountain over slowly chugging through lava lakes any day.
He also has dreams, and occasionally, visions. He doesn’t really know what to make of them, but they always center around him. Sometimes they’re harmless, sometimes they’re terrifying, but they always, always feel real. He can feel temperature, feel pain, feel hunger, feel textures of touch. He’s heard other people talk about dreams they’ve had, but all of them usually have some sort of variance. Some sort of change of protagonist. All of his are clearly himself. Sometimes he’s not a Blazeborn, but that’s the only difference he’s ever noticed. He hasn’t really talked to anybody about them, because he’s not sure what anybody else would think about it. Sometimes they’re dreams, sometimes it’s a passing moment when he’s awake- he blinks and suddenly thinks he’d been somewhere else, doing something else.
It’s weird, but he doesn’t really know what to make of it, nor of the common faces that pop up in these weird dreams that he’s never seen before in his life.
Putting that aside, Razor wasn’t a particularly solitary sort- he may be introverted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want company. Solo style just wasn’t for him, he soon found. Too much alone time weighed on him after a while, so he sought out groups. He bounced around for a bit, liking some people but not really finding his people, until he finally joined a group of five others. He clicked with them, and it was instant. They pulled out humor in him he didn’t even realize he had, and they were an unstoppable force when it came to PvP. Nobody messed with them.
Or, at least, it seemed like they were unstoppable. That perception came crashing down one day when they were attacked while out traveling, by a bigger group that took delight in absolutely trouncing his crew. He was the first one killed, thoroughly outmatched by his opponent.
It was a messy respawn- their base had to have been raided, because their beds were gone and Razor found himself back in the Nether. He ran back to the Overworld as fast as he could, but nobody was waiting for him at world spawn, and when he got back to their base, it was absolutely wrecked. No beds, no chests, and rooms were mined out to even get anything stashed in the walls and floors. And it was empty. He tried messaging the others, but didn’t get any responses. He stayed there, for a little bit, a tad lost. Nobody ever showed back up, and nobody ever messaged him back. He didn’t know what happened. He started back to world spawn, hoping maybe he’d run into someone on their way back to the base.
He made it all the way back without running into any familiar faces.
He stayed alone for a bit, after that.
He took time to really hone his combat skills, mostly on mobs, since he didn’t stick around a lot of other players. He didn’t keep one singular base, instead traveling around, choosing not to put roots down.
Of course, the solitary confinement started to get to him again.
He almost begrudgingly joined another group, this one bigger than the last, after one of the members invited him when they met in a town. This group was nice, they had fun, and they- more importantly- provided some good PvP training. He learned they were fairly lax, as well. They didn’t care as much about reputation as his previous crew had. They didn’t care to establish themselves as a Force to be reckoned with, garnering attention. They just simply lived, and had fun doing it. He was careful not to let himself get attached, though. Who knew what might happen to trigger them all disappearing again? He trained hard, to the point where it was what the group knew him for, to make sure that should his new group fall under attack, he wouldn’t be the reason they’d vanish.
And then one day, his world up-ended.
He was out by himself, gathering miscellaneous supplies while taking a bit of alone time (the large group did get to be too much at times), and it started raining on him. He ran for a nearby cave for shelter and ran into someone else that had taken shelter- someone familiar. It took him several minutes to place where he recognized him from; they’d been talking and introducing themselves to each other since they were stuck together for a bit when it hit him. He recognized him from his dreams. This new person who introduced himself with a name he’d already heard before- Firemite- was one of the recurring people in his weird vision dreams.
Razor went caving with him for a bit, half-wondering if he was in another dream. But he wasn’t- it lasted way too long to be one of his visions, and his visions usually were disjointed with that he’d been doing, and this made too much sense.
When they left the cave- the rain having let up- Razor went ahead and invited Fire to join in his group, since he’d learned Fire was currently alone. Fire agreed, and Razor introduced him to everyone else. And it stayed that way for a couple months, until the inevitable happened, and the group split.
There wasn’t any big fight, there wasn’t any sort of drama between members; everybody just kinda decided they wanted to do other things, and as they realized enough of them wanted to, they all figured it would be better to just split before anything did happen.
Most folks went off by themselves, but Razor stuck with Fire. The reason he gave was that it’d be better to be with someone than alone, but really, he was curious about why Fire was one of the recurring faces he’d seen before he ever even met him. It also raised questions about other recurring faces- were they actually real people, too? Would he eventually meet them as well?
The answer turned out to be yes, and much sooner than Razor could’ve guessed.
Only a couple weeks later, another face showed up- Aquafinity, alone on a scouting trip. Upon finding the two, he offered for them to join up, to which Razor readily agreed, and the two became three, then four as Aqua introduced them to his current teammate: the third face, Tyratone.
She was the last of the three that Razor regularly saw, and now that he was with them- well. Now what? He supposed he’d just stick with them and try to protect them as best he could. Wasn’t like he was going to get any answers from his disjointed vision dreams.
The unfortunate thing about him having seen these people before, and therefore deciding they must be important and that they should be protected, was that he got very attached to them all very quickly, which was something he wanted to avoid. He didn’t want a repeat of the first group, and the feeling that that left him with afterwards that even tainted the last group’s parting. So he continues training, and tries to mentally prepare himself for when the inevitable happens again, and remind himself that nothing lasts forever, no matter how important these people may be or how long he’s able to put it off by protecting them.
Story idea
so his story i've got bouncing around in my brain is in direct homage to my teenager self and all of the stories she was cooking up, cringe and all <3 his visions and dreams are flashes of other worlds he's in, and for that moment, he is experiencing that world's razor's life! this does mean he experiences some... not great things through these as well tho. one of the stories i'd originally written with him involved him and tyratone and herobrine, and while i'm never posting those original writings here, i am pulling from it for this razor's story!
this is going to take a lot of explanation oh boy
in the original, he and tyr were people pulled into the game (ala sword art online) and herobrine is a ghosty entity that has attached itself to the game's code and has gotten very quirky over the years. he goes after the two players because he can. in summation, this results in tyratone dying, razor's character avatar losing his right arm (this was written before you could use your left in-game for literally anything), and a big grand battle at the end of it in which tyratone sticks around as a ghost and is able to take herobrine's place as the resident attached to the code and send razor back home. unbeknownst to the both of them tho herobrine is still around, just very scattered and sequestered away amongst coding, slowly pulling himself back together as time passes.
i haven't figured out exactly how, but i do think razor's visions leave very trace effects on the worlds he's viewing. not enough to change how their stories go, but enough that a being that has a bit of meta knowledge and shenaniganry, i.e. herobrine, may realize that something is going on. of course this doesn't happen til after that razor and tyr's story is over, because i don't want it to change things there, but herobrine pokes around with how these weird blips messed with the code of the game, and how these weird blips pulled on things and stretched on things, ever so slightly. He's able to eventually figure out how to follow those blips back.
And so razor, who's had visions of this guy with white eyes killing tyratone and taking his arm off, gets to meet herobrine in person when he shenanigans his way to the source of the weird blips that he was feeling :)
however ☝️ this is not a world in which razor and tyr are alone just the two of them. nor is this a world in which minecraft is simply a computer game. here, herobrine loses access to any sort of code, meaning he is simply a soul.
and firemite has, at this point, gotten himself considerably more comfortable with the fact that he is a warden. and, well. wardens and souls do not get along much do they.
i honestly feel like this story is probably the last one of the four to take place :V it may be a sort of culmination of everybody's efforts that get rid of the threat in some form or other, because i don't quite have this ending fully figured out yet. i'm toying with fire trying to absorb this lost soul, or maybe they try to figure out a way to harness razor's universe-hopping abilities to send him back, or some culmination of both!
nobody dies in this one, and razor gets to keep his friends and talk to them about his visions and such :V
essentially The Universe, who said I love you because you are love, does what it can to bring these four together in any world that they coexist, because they are meant to be together. They balance each other, and they perfect each other, and they teach each other how to love others, and how to love themselves. If Razor had not had the visions he'd had, they would have stayed separated in this world, and would not have faced the challenges they faced that helped them to grow in the way that they did.
...or something along those lines!
His hels
Razormane's helsmit is a coliseum fighter that is honestly content to stay in the lower brackets. He may be skilled enough to move up, but he doesn't care to try, because that means looking for a sponsor, and that means putting in more effort and for why. They're all just gonna be names on a wall at the end of everything at best, unless you're the Champion, which haha he knows he's not anywhere near good enough to try for that.
This is where Aqua's helsmit comes in, and where even as helsmits, two of the four still manage to find each other.
I've mentioned before that Aqua's hels decides he needs to be a sponsor for a fighter in the arena- gather more renown for himself, because if you're a sponsor, then you must be someone important. He comes in at a bad time, because there isn't really anybody looking for a sponsor at the moment, but he's pointed towards someone that has the skills to move up, but doesn't have the drive to do so yet. Maybe having a sponsor will give him the push he needs.
Player aqua feels inadequate to razor in particular, since razor's sorta ended up the group's unofficial leader. So his hels taking an almost authoritative position (or atl that's how he interprets it) over razor's hels? 👌
Well, so we have our depressed fighter who's skilled but doesn't see the point in anything because why bother when it will mean nothing in the end, and then he gets a sponsorship, and oh shoot, now I like. Actually Need To Try. this guy's giving me money to try. i'm now obligated to try, even if i still think he's wasting his money in the end.
aqua inadvertently ends up forcing razor to see how much people like him and how much he can brighten people's days, and isn't that really all that matters is that even if we've limited time, we enjoy the time we have? (If people like you they bet more money on you and we can make more money on your appearances in tournaments and bc I'm your sponsor more people will know my name and see what a great job I've done bringing you up from the pit you were content to lie down and die in but you don't need to know that)
Ironically, aqua ends up getting razor to see that even small things can be important, and maybe his existence isn't something that should be allowed to be brushed off in the end. Maybe people do pay more attention to aqua after that, but razor does, too. He enjoys what he does now, and it's thanks to aqua. He thinks he might want to see aqua succeed at what he's doing, too. (He's not an idiot, of course it would be about money. But motive doesn't change the fact of what he's done, because now he can see that he's not wasting time, he's providing a service that makes others' time enjoyable, and maybe he'll even be remembered when he's gone. Maybe he can make aqua actually believe that, too.)
And then aqua suddenly starts changing, and starts showing signs of the universe's unrelenting unfairness faster than razor feels like he's seen in others, and it becomes more apparent that aqua's time is a lot closer than either of them thought it would be, and razor has to face what actually spawned him in the first place
And razor chooses to carve aqua's name, and he becomes his own
at that point, I think he decides that it's ok if he takes on his own name, to differentiate himself, because his own time matters too. he's not just a shadow of Player razor anymore. he may be doomed to go back, but he's going to make a difference before he does. his name in the coliseum is raze, bc when he first started it was suggested to him since razormane was a bit long and y'know raze sounds kinda cool, like. you're all fire, you raze your opponents to the ground, yeah? he went along with it bc it didn't matter. now tho? he takes that name on as his own. he names himself Raze, and makes sure aqua is remembered when the universe takes him, and makes sure to take time to be with the people around him.
