TL;DR: His biological parents’ families find out he exists while his mother is in labor, lets him live but forbids his parents from contacting or interacting with him. He’s dropped off at an orphanage where he grows into a bitter, angry teenger who turns to petty crime and vandalism to vent and express himself because the Astrivean’s view him as a hybrid/halfblood. Eventually gets acknowledged and assisted by an older human before they turn him to the authorities. Spends the first few weeks angry at the ‘betrayal’, realizes the reason/intent behind it, gets out parole. Mentors the younger juveniles and helps them work on their issues. Starts his career as a gymnast and goes pro while getting involved as a Hybrid Rights activist. Visits the elderly human to thank them to find they’ve passed on and left their earnings and land to him.

A product of a Kessholumi / aquatic Beastkin union, Razor’s life was never going to be simple regardless of his biological parents' love for him. They were forced by their families to disown and cut off contact with the newborn after he was shipped off to a closest orphanage. His parents were ‘grateful’ that their families didn’t try to kill the child when they stumbled in during his birth and gave in to their demands to give their son a shot at life.

The orphanage he was surrendered to wasn’t much better but at the very least they didn’t cast the newborn into the streets and provided the absolute minimum care to keep him alive. His hybrid status wasn’t subtle and there was no way to hide the obvious mix. This led to him not only being widely neglected by the orphanage staff but shunned, feared, and ostracized by the other orphans as well.

With no one to turn to - no shoulder to cry on, no ear to vent to, and no hands to steady and support him - it was only a matter of time before he had an outburst. He grew more bitter, envious, hateful, and enraged as the years and neglect continued to pass and accumulate with no signs of change. Due to any attempt for aid being ignored, he withdrew to fester. Naturally the other orphans were adopted and new ones took their vacancy. While he isolated himself the others were emboldened by his lack of protest of their bullying and abuse. Eventually verbal insults and vicious words turned into small acts of physical violence. Hair pulling, shoving, and poking/prodding escalated without any adult intervention.

One of the older girls took notice of his aversion to heat and managed to sneak a lighter. At thirteen years of age, equipped with his genetics, and his terror being roused by the threat of being set aflame, only then did the halfblood retaliate. The boys who spectated and jeered were near-death from horrifically deep cuts, bite wounds, and blunt force injuries. The girl who had or had started the event was heavily scarred and missing fingers and a chunk of her arm while also suffering the similar but less life threatening cuts, bite wounds, and force damage.

All six orphans were taken to the hospital and the halfblood responsible escaped after he realizing he was the only one who was going to be punished in the aftermath. Devastated, homeless at thirteen, and forced into the much crueler streets, he had little choice but to turn to theft to survive. No one was going to save him and no was going to help him. The only mercy the astrivean’s would grant him was death, and he wanted them to feel what he felt long before then.

In the years between thirteen and seventeen he became a ‘repeat offender’ and was delving further into actual criminal behavior. Instead of restraining and running from the authorities who attempted to capture him he started injuring and taunting them. During this time he tapped into his flexibility, agility, and overall physical prowess. At some point he managed to come across an older woman who offered him food. He was wary but he didn’t have the luxury of rejecting a free meal.

She attempted to set him straight for a few months and he was making progress. During those months she took to calling him ‘Razor’, and the name stuck. They grew into a mother-son relationship of sorts that he was finally beginning to acknowledge when she turned him in to the local authorities. He was devastated , distressed, and distraught while struggling to accept her betrayal.

He rotted in juvenile detention for weeks before he began to recognize the intent behind her actions. He put his all into turning over a new leaf and finding healthy ways - which she had opened his eyes to - to cope with his feelings and expressing them in a way that didn’t involve violence or screaming matches. The first time he was offered parole for good behavior he turned it down, stating if he could do it then he’d help the others do the same.

Razor founded and operated the Juvenile Aid System (JAS) within the facility. In the midst of the finalization and the receiving permission to get it up and running he was introduced to another hybrid as a test and trial run for the JAS program. The younger juvenile was prone to violent outbursts and self-harm but more than anything he was depressed and anxiety ridden. Razor took him in without hesitation.

The younger kessholumi was wary of him because he was hybrid. It took weeks for his junior to speak instead of just nodding or shaking his head at yes/no questions and thankfully his first words were his name. Mist was another orphan whose bitterness was a product of the system even if said system wasn’t the same that bred Razor’s own. Mist rarely used his voice and even then never able a certain volume.

At Razor’s patient and understanding guidance Mist opened up more and more at a pace comfortable for him. He appreciated Razor’s direct/blunt nature especially because he wouldn be honest when Mist was in the wrong without accusation or placing blame. Mist completed and was deemed ‘reformed’ (A term both kessholumi’s were disgusted with) thanks to the program and JAS was granted approval and funding.

Razor appointed Mist as his student/coworker and the program sailed smoothly. Razor was released and deemed ‘reformed’. Though Mist protested his departure and Razor didn’t want to leave, he had aged out of the juvenile center's jurisdiction and couldn’t stay regardless. He left JAS to Mist who was upset but understanding. Razor had started participating in gymnastics and visited the detention center at every opportunity and he was also present when Mist was released and when younger kessholumi went back to the juvenile center as official staff to keep JAS running.

Razor managed to get scouted and went pro while also fighting as a Hybrid Rights Activist. Truthfully, other Kessholumi know he’s not a Hybrid, as the concept doesn’t exist to them as a species. That doesn’t stop them from showing up and supporting him to which the Pro-Gymnast is forever grateful.

The elderly woman had dropped her address for Razor to come find her when she turned him in and left it with the detention center staff who passed on the information. He restrained himself from immediately going to see her as he wanted to have more to show her than a new attitude and outlook. Two years after and gold medal/celebratory events in order he finally caved.

He found the house just as it was when he had first arrived with the exception of the elderly woman who was nowhere to be found. In his room, the one she had given him, he found an album and some letters. The album was filled to the brim with pictures of him during performances and competitions as well as a few from when she had first taken him off the streets. The note was filled with congratulatory messages, encouragement, proud acknowledgment, heartfelt sentiments, and packed with his name being her son.

The final letter in the set was an address which he hurried off to. Unfortunately, with how much time had passed and paired with her health, the coordinates led Razor to her tombstone. He spent hours crying and thanking her for her care. When he returned to her home he entered her room and found a deed that left him her earnings, land, and their memory-packed home.