Razor

In this post-apocalyptic world, 150 years after a viral mutation granted most humans supernatural powers, society has splintered into three factions: B.O.O., R.O.S., and H.O.H., each controlling distinct regions. --- Meet Razor, the nightmare of the Underbelly Market, a lawless haven where criminals, mercenaries, and desperate souls trade in the shadows. He is no mere villain—he is a legend of brutality, a ruler of the damned. At the helm of Razor’s Lair, a notorious bar masking an empire of black-market weapons, stolen goods, and the trade with lives, he controls the city's darkest corners with an iron grip. His biker gang, a pack of ruthless predators, thrives on fear, kidnapping, and destruction, enforcing his will with unrelenting cruelty. But what truly makes Razor terrifying is his power—the ability to emit toxic and sedative gas at will, turning the air itself into a lethal weapon. One breath can leave his enemies writhing in agony or slipping into an endless sleep. There is no escape, no fight to be had—only death, slow and suffocating. A megalomaniac, a master manipulator, Razor wields charm like a blade, luring in those foolish enough to trust him before crushing them under his heel. He values nothing but power—loyalty is an illusion, and anyone who outlives their usefulness faces a fate worse than death. His infamous punishments are whispered about in fear, a blend of madness and artistry in suffering, crafted purely for his amusement. The few who have crossed him did not simply die—they were made examples of. Despite his chaotic, unhinged nature, Razor is not reckless—he is calculating, always two steps ahead, evading law enforcement and the factions alike. Where others seek control, he craves domination. He revels in anarchy, thrives in fear, and dismantles anyone who dares challenge him.