NAME: Razor
NICKNAMES: Wolf boy, Legend of Wolvendom, Little Wolfie (by Lisa in Chinese), Okami-chan (by Lisa in Japanese) Wolvendom Guy (by Bennett), Wolfie (by Sucrose)
GENDER | AGE: Male | 20
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wolvendom
CONSTELLATION: Lupis Minor
ELEMENT: Electro
HAIR COLOR: Gray
EYE COLOR: Bright red
HEIGHT: 5'9
SCARS: Has several
PARENTS: Unknown human parents (statuses unknown) | Andrius (father figure)
OTHER FAMILY: Wolves of Wolvendom (lupical)
LIKES: His lupical, meat, potatoes, his friends, quiet, the woods, running, hunting
DISLIKES: Lupical or friends in danger, talking too much, large groups of people, vegetables (excluding potatoes) and greens, being seen as a dangerous threat
Razor is a generally good-natured person who considers his wolf pack his family. He seeks revenge on those who hurt his family, but usually considers the few people he encounters in the woods friends. Razor goes out of his way to protect those he sees in danger, even letting multiple boars — his and his pack's dinner — get away in order to protect the Traveler and Paimon.
Razor is honest and forthright and hasn't had much exposure to Mondstadt's social rules and formalities. He isn't one for flowery language and usually speaks in short, few-word statements.
Humans are disappointing and can prove to be cruel. In the eyes of Andrius, only abandoned infants are identified as pure and blameless. The story starts when a baby boy was left in the wild, only for Andrius to take him in and raise him with the wolves in Wolvendom. This boy would soon grow and become a local legend, rumored to be a wolf in human form, and tales of the Wolf Boy would only grow as citizens of Mondstadt add their own twists of speculation to the mystery. Meanwhile, the wolf boy known as Razor, stands all the while on the hilltops with his head held high, basking in the warm sunlight.
Razor lives among the wolves night and day. All of them are as close with Razor as they could possibly be. Which wolf has the loudest howl, which wolf runs the fastest, which wolf is the best at ambushing - there isn't a wolf Razor doesn't know.
He can sense the mood of the wind, smell a scent from miles away, and knows many practical applications for plants of all kinds. The one thing he can't bring to mind is the faces of his parents.
What kind of people were they? No matter how hard he tries, he cannot remember.
His memory starts after his life with the wolves had already begun. The wolves took him in as part of their "lupical"— a word he was taught by someone else, which means family.
Tiny singing things are flying in the sky. The clouds are long and fluffy, like a wolf's tail.
Razor's world is a simple one. On a sunny day, you run around hunting or try and beat your prey to the ripe fruits, on a rainy day, you hide out in a hollow tree and fall asleep hugging a furry lupine friend, with some grass and leaves for a pillow. Eat as much as you can drink plenty of water. Cool off in the lake when you're hot, and go find some juicy berries when you're thirsty.
Razor looks at his body and then at the bodies of his kin. He knows he is different from them. But there's nothing wrong with that, as far as Razor is concerned.
One day, a tall man came to the mountains and disrupted Razor's peaceful life. Razor did not know who the man was, only that he was a human. Seeing the confused look on Razor's face, the man gave him a friendly smile.
"Hey buddy! Why don't you come back down to Mondstadt with me?"
The man offered his hand to Razor as he spoke. But neither Razor nor the wolves understood the gesture. Feeling protective, the wolves placed themselves between Razor and the man to keep him away. Razor ducked down beneath the wolves' furry tails. He looked at his body, and then peered out through the gaps in the wolf fur to get a look at the man's. Razor knew he wasn't the most intelligent of beings, and was at a loss to answer the question that has been in his mind ever since that day.
"Am I a human, or a wolf?"
It was that man who gave Razor his name. The simple Wolf Boy could not understand the intricacies of human language, but he knew from the look on the man's face when he produced this sound that the man was giving him a name.
"Rae-zer."
The shadows cast by the trees of Wolvendom grew short, and then grew long again. The man taught Razor how to swing a sword. Unwieldy though this steel claw may be, thought Razor, it was at least sharp enough to cut through tree branches.
"Now you can protect your friends."
"Fr-ren-dzz..."
Razor imitated the sounds the man made, without understanding what they meant. Similarly, he did not understand why the names of things were all that important in the first place. After all, he never learned the name of that man before he left.
"Master, what is... 'friends'?" Razor once asked of his new mentor, working at the limits of his vocabulary. His purple-clothed mentor seemed to know it all, from how to make hash browns from potatoes in the ground, to the name of the brightest star in the summer night sky. However, Lisa simply smiled and yawned without answering him. Razor thought about it when the wind blew, when the rain fell — even when Wolfhook berries got stuck in his fur. He just couldn't figure it out.
Until one day, Razor met a bright-red, 'burny' girl. They stood in the wind together, got soaked in the rain together — she even rolled around in Wolfhook bushes with him. Her name was Klee. When Razor played with her, it was like being a wolf pup again.
"Friends... is... lupical."
Razor may not understand the complexities of human relationships, but he has an honest primal loyalty to him.
"So... protect friends... lupical... with life."
The wolf pack howls in the distance, summoning him home. Razor still does not know if he is a human or a wolf. But he is happy either way.
