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Username: A
Name: Sliverslice
Gender: ERROR GENDER NOT FOUND
Race/Species: Parallelogram-shaped intrusion of another reality onto our own
Age: indeterminate
Ice Cream Flavor: Blood
Appearance: Sliverslice looks like an extremely oblong parallelogram or rhombus, made from some kind of... indeterminate color that approximates blue steel. Light does not reflect from it properly, and it casts no shadow. One end is ostensibly affixed to a nice mother-of-pearl knife handle, though neither end seem inclined to follow each other properly in time or causality.
Weapons/Inventory: Sliverslice is ostensibly a knife. People stabbed with it tend to lose entire organs, neatly sectioned out of their body, without any kind of exit or entrance wound. One time, a rival mob boss was denuded of his entire nervous system during a spat in negotiations. His eyes fell out of his empty head.
Greg: That's the mob boss currently wielding Sliverslice. For how long, only time will tell.
Short Biography: Did we not just talk about a mob boss who lost his nerve? All his nerves?
Operating System: Not our physical reality, that's for sure
Class (Warrior, rogue, engineer, etc): Dagger
Home region/planet: A plane of reality incomprehensible to ours
Hat Preference: Carved up into little ribbons, hatband shreds, and in one case an origami crane made out of a particularly shitty fedora
Favorite Music Genre: The sound of creative suffering
Preferred Soda: Diet Pepsi
Where do you see yourself in five years?: Still around.
What would you say is your greatest weakness?: Cold iron
Limbs: None
Clones/Twins? (y/n): You don't want another one of it
Spirit guide: Sharp things
Blood Type: All of them
Smells: Blood