Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Age: Kinda depends. Kit is five hundred and fourteen, Edward is sixty five, and Destroyer of Worlds is five million and two.
Backstage Pass: Seriously, just read the history.
Edward lives in the body of Kit, a petite fox demon. Kit is the younger brother of The Fox, so he is appropriately good-looking, although the descriptor "cute" suits him much better than "handsome." He has golden eyes and blonde hair that is a little long for a guy but would still be considered short for a girl. Edward has a thing for zoot suits and occasionally business casual, but this is subject to change if either Kit or Destroyer of Worlds take the reins. Kit likes to wear pretty kimonos, while Destroyer of Worlds likes to wear...nothing. This can be very awkward for Edward, but not for Kit, who is somewhat of an exhibitionist.
This can get complicated.
Edward Racket, the human soul, has control roughly 70% of the time. Edward is ambitious and greedy, but not actually entirely evil. He would probably be a pretty nice guy if he weren't just so darned greedy. He is constantly miserable, and he prefers to vent his existential angst through heavy doses of sarcasm.
Kit is quiet and sweet, but actually entirely evil. Kit is willing to stoop to even lower lows than Edward, although people would never guess from his cheerful and sunny demeanor. Principally, he knows how to nurse a grudge, and if you piss him off, he will stop at nothing until he ruins you. Kit can be quite smart, but his maliciousness sometimes leads him to do stupid things.
Destroyer of Worlds is probably evil, although Destroyer of Worlds does not think so. Destroyer of Worlds just likes to destroy stuff. That's why it was born. That's what it does. No hard feelings.
In exchange for monetary success on Wall Street, Edward Racket sold his soul to the devil. Meaning, The Fox. He just didn't expect The Fox to collect so early. To be fair, neither did The Fox.
Kit, the younger brother of The Fox, wanted his brother's status and power. The only obvious solution was to kill his brother, but killing The Fox turned out be quite tricky. Shockingly, his older brother did not take kindly to his brother's murder attempt, and in order to punish his brother, The Fox forced him to share his body with a cranky guy from Wall Street.
That was twenty years ago. Barely a day for Kit, but an eternity for Edward Racket, who was killed by The Fox at the young age of forty-five. Since arriving in Purgatory, he has been doing odd jobs for The Fox, who has now promised him an immortal body without a voice constantly yelling in his head. Edward is somewhat under the gun to please The Fox, because The Fox has made it clear that if he is unsatisfied, he can easily force his soul (and Kit's) out of Purgatory. Edward doesn't know where souls go after Purgatory, but he doesn't really want to find out.
Meanwhile, Destroyer of Worlds was going around destroying worlds 'n stuff. Then he accidentally went through a wormhole and crash-landed in Purgatory, whereupon his only course of action was to destroy Purgatory. This did not work out either, and after a fearsome battle against the temporarily allied Five Powers of Purgatory, Destroyer of Worlds lost and died. His soul even went on to the thing after Purgatory and everything. That was, like, two hundred years ago, before Edward's great-grandmother was even a twinkle in someone's eye.
Then, about ten years ago, Edward/Kit were investigating some alien technology left behind by The Men in Black. They pushed a red button, and all of a sudden, Destroyer of World's personality was imprinted upon their shared soul. This effectively created a third "soul" to share the already crowded body of Kit the fox.
Who led them to the alien technology? Probably The Fox.
He thought it would be funny.
Edward is usually the person in control of the body, but Kit will take over if Edward is in extreme distress. Bear in mind that distress for Edward is relative, and frequent. It's even rarer for the Destroyer of World personality to dominate, but it can sometimes happen in extreme distress.
In terms of abilities, Edward has the sharpened reflexes and mobility of Kit's body, although he is still not very good at controlling it. He fights with a gun. Kit is an all-around better fighter, and he fights with his claws, which he can elongate. Just don't compare him to Wolverine. He hates that. Destroyer of Worlds is completely useless as a fighting tactic, as Destroyer of Worlds originally had a body the size of the moon and he does not know how to fight in the tiny body of a fox demon. This is unfortunate, because Destroyer of Worlds only comes out when both Edward and Kit are sure that they are going to die. However, Destroyer of Worlds has been successful at confusing opponents so much that they just give up.
Edward Racket entered the shady side of Grand City, which was actually the majority of Grand City, although this particular area was shadier than most. Located far from the prying eyes of Calliope's Tavern and the Bureau, the black market district looked like something ripped from the pages of a cyberpunk novel. A lot of neon signs. A lot of men and women working world's oldest profession. A lot of robots. Edward lit a cigarette and stepped off the curb. He was looking for an arms dealer.
Edward Racket looked up at the strange-looking woman that had just bumped into him. "I'm not a kid," he said dryly, wondering what sort of person assumed that young-looking people in Purgatory were actually young. "And I believe that you bumped into me." She had to be like the fiftieth person to shove him today. What was wrong with this city? The henchman of the crime boss should demand more respect, he mused.
stared at her blankly for a moment. He had just realized something. It bothered him so much that he didn't even both with a witty retort to her sarcasm. No, her voice was familiar. But...where...? Without saying anything, he reached down into the pocket of his slacks, pulled out a cigarette box, and handed her a smoke. Then, it dawned. "Oh, you're - I heard you on the radio the other day. You're that trap, right?"
((Oops, should have clicked 'Do'!))
"You wouldn't be a very convincing trap," said Edward. Definitely a trap, said Kit, lurking in the piano lounge at the back of his mind. Edward was not sure why his brain was represented magically as a piano lounge, but it was. I should know. I spent fifty years as a trap. It was so much fun. If you think people underestimate you when you're small and cute, you should see how much they underestimate you when you're a woman. I killed so many people. One time, I... "Shut up!" yelled Edward. "I don't care how many people you've killed!" He turned back to Florissa, suddenly calm. "Oh, hey. Know any arms dealers?"
Who wants to know? asked the strange-looking woman with the multi-colored eyes. "I want to know," retorted Edward. "You might not know this, but I'm Edward Racket." Nooooooo, whined Kit in his head. Don't say Edward. Say Kit. K-I-T. No one cares about Edward. Edward hesitated, before finishing: "Edward Racket, the henchman for the Fox. Maybe you've heard of me? Or, at least, him?"
"The Red Flame Gang? Never heard of you. And Fox only has one set of terms - any profits you make, give him five percent. Very lenient, if you ask me. You should have seen the terms he gave me." I'll have to report to Fox that this clown is running around. "But yeah, I wanna buy something. I'm looking for arms."
Edward scowled. "What the fuck is this? I said arms. I thought you were an arms dealer."
"No, like an arm." He motioned to his own arm. "You know, the things that begin at your shoulder and end at your fingers? Fox is doing some sort of weird ritual thing." He looked around the black market district. "I coulda sworn there were arms dealers somewhere around here. But I'll take a cannon, while I'm here."
She had a whole warehouse down by the docks? This was a bigger operation than Edward had realized. If she kept hedging in on the market, then Fox was going to be pissed, and Edward did not want Fox to be pissed. A pissed Fox tended to do irrational things, like kill Edward permanently. "That would be great," said Edward, while he tried to think up a way to kill her.
((Lol lol lol at this whole conversation.)) Edward didn't get the joke and stared blankly at her, but Kit started snickering in the piano lounge. Even Destroyer murmured Destroy with the tiniest bit of an amused tone. "A hand cannon would never work," said Edward matter-of-factly. "The hands would probably explode and go everywhere. You couldn't aim it."
I like this girl, said Kit, in response to the weapons design. "Sure," said Edward. Never a bad idea to check out the enemy's territory. And he would be able to see how extensive this arms dealing really was. And he would get some arms. And a cannon.
Edward had worked on Wall Street, but he had long lost his appetite for drugs. "Oh, I think I know the drug ring. Billy and his boys, right? Yeah, they pay the five percent. Just sayin'. And you know, you guys should be careful. Bureau's been cracking down on the docks recently. But if you help out Fox, he helps you out. You wouldn't have to worry about any suits coming down here." He tugged at the cuffs on his suit jacket. "'Cept for me, of course."
"I like your sound effects," said Edward. He opened his mouth to inquire as to whether she had actually ever met someone from the Bureau, as they could be effing scary sometimes, but he shut his mouth when he realized that he had hit upon the perfect plan and that half of it depending on him not jeopardizing his already rocky relationship with her. "Um...Florissa, right? You in the assassination game at all?"
"Really?" Edward frowned. "That's disappointing. I just thought, you know, you were the perfect person for the job. And this person, she's - you know - been talking some shit about you."
((Edward is officially a seventh grade girl during lunch period.))
Edward was trying to make like he was her friend, but that last moment was making it exceptionally difficult. "Ah hah hah hah hah," he said, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish manner. "We got lucky, huh?" You crazy @#$#@%@ - "Yeah, this girl, she was saying real nasty stuff. Like, that your weapons couldn't kill a kitten. And stuff about your mother." He began to tick off his fingers in a list. "Name-calling, too. Said you were a - what was it again? Oh, yeah. A yellow-belly coward who couldn't punch her way out of a paper bag. And she said that you didn't even need a strap-on, you know what I mean?" He sighed. "Yeah, that muse who runs the tavern. You know her? Calliope." Two birds with one stone. Calliope was always in Edward's business, ruining his plans, shouting incoherent nonsense about heroics and adventure. It was a win-win situation. Either way, one of them ended up maimed or killed.
Edward suddenly had wonderful visuals. Kit was not pleased: Oh my god, you freaking pervert - why do I have to share a brain with you it's freaking cruel and unusual punishment, that's what it is... Destroyer was not pleased either: DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY - "Uhm," said Edward, clearing his throat. "I'm glad you feel the same way I do about her. You can do all...erhm, that," Oh my god, screeched Kit, you're still thinking about that?! "And I can even pay you for it. How does that sound? We don't have to tell the Assassin's Guild. You know how many people get murdered in this town without the consent of the Guild?" He paused. "Uhm, a lot." Stop, stop it Ed, STOP thinking about it -
"Really? I'll come with you, then." You just want to watch, don't you, griped Kit.
((As much as I can't wait to do this scene, I need to go to bed. :( It's been awesome, tho!))
((Look at me, mommy! I'm 2 people. Actually, [b]5[/i] people.)) Edward Racket entered the tavern expecting to see the following sight: a ravaged tavern, and the bloody corpses of either Florissa or Calliope or both. He was right on the first count, but dreadfully wrong on the second count. Edward stared in shock at Calliope, Florissa and some other weird guy having a pleasant chat. And neither Calliope nor Florissa had a mark on them.
Unfortunately for him, the door shut loudly behind him.
Edward appraised the situation. Florissa, Calliope and that other guy were looking right at him. Edward did the only thing he could do - he turned around, opened the door, and ran like crazy for his life. [Calliope] Calliope calmly put down the guitar. She reached for her sword under the bar. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she catapulted over the bar and began to give chase.