RR Contest Obsidian Finished

[EXTRA]: Now that the contest is done, I thought it would be nice to put up what I thought Obsidian's theme song would be in Rat Rage (just an Easter Egg ^^). It nicely sums up his experiences and his present.
(Hell Of a Life theme) [link]
Alternate Theme: (Rise Above It All theme) [link]
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FINAL EDIT: The prologue of Obsidian's connection to Rat Rage has been added at the bottom. Enjoy the story!


Added some more backstory, as well as Obsidian's height, weight and summary of his character (which I'd forgotten about )

My contest entry for 's contest.

Real Name: Obsidian Cross

Species: Tazmanian Devil

Nicknames/Codename: Wrath, Fury, Devil, Obbi (Jamie's pet name)

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 6' 2

Weight: 185 lbs

Occupation: Currently a private assassin against his will. Originally a spy and hit-man for an organization that served as his family.

Alignment: Antagonist

Birthdate: October 15th

Relations: No family. In a relationship with Jamie Burman (woman on the right)

Likes: Music (soul, jazz, rock), hot water, alcohol (sake especially), his knives, Jamie, his job, clean nails.

Dislikes: Authority, weak/submissive women, his job, Tazmanian devils, condescending people.

Interesting facts:

1) "Death's Embrace" is a torture collar used to inflict pain upon Obsidian, should he choose to ignore or disobey his new "employer"'s instruction to the letter. It can deliver powerful shocks of electricity, precise doses of drugs to paralyze, and if necessary, a drug and/or voltage level to induce death. Jamie has been forced to wear a similar collar, and is being held hostage for Obsidian's cooperation.

2) Because of the blood that had been shed in his village of Morta and the blood on his hands for murdering his father, Obsidian has developed an OCD with having clean nails and hands. No one is sure if Obsidian knows the reason behind it.

3) Obsidian loves Jamie because unlike most women, she's fierce and aloof and independent, for the most part, but not too proud as to ask for help when she needs it. Although Jamie always loses when they fight hand to hand, Obsidian admits that she is tough as nails and has, "Cahones". They've known each other since they were ten years old.

4) Obsidian has a kind of nerve disorder that causes his sense of pain to be dulled. While this may be seemingly convenient for his line of work, it has also caused him to push past his limits on numerous occasions, often unknowingly putting his life in danger.

Summary: Obsidian is an extremely introverted young man with a lightning-fast temper, serving up both HOT and COLD fury. Having quite the disparaging early life, he has naturally become a realist and cynic, and has questionable views of love, death, and the rat race known as life. His sympathy and empathy factor is close to zero and his tolerance of annoyances is non-existent (basically, he doesn't take shit from anyone). Although he seems to be a "brawn-over-brain" type, what makes him special is that he's actually thoroughly cunning, and seems to have a natural knack for the application and understanding of physics, making him an ideal killer.

Back Story:

Obsidian Cross, born in the wild Australian outback, has experienced some of the most intense and disturbing events in his relatively short lifetime. He lived, with his mother, father and two brothers in the run-down village of Morta, where hunger, murder, and pedaling of all types persisted unrelentingly. His mother, quiet and timid, was regularly abused by his father, an aggressive, adamant, and unfeeling drunk, for as long as Obsidian could remember. One day, his father came back home and flew into a rage. He kicked and beat his children, and his mother, finally enraged, tried to protect Obsidian and his brothers from their father. His father stabbed her and killed her, in front of them.

Some years past, and when Obsidian reached 7 years old, things got exceedingly bad in the village. There was no food anywhere, not a scrap, to be found, and on top of that a disease seeming to affect only Tazzies was spreading. Obsidian's father's temper worsened, and it seemed that his sanity fled as well. He attacked his sons, and managed to kill two of them. Obsidian fled the house, scrambling up a tree. Obsidian's father pursued him and almost managed to drag him down while he was climbing, but couldn't hold on, leaving the five slashes on Obsidian's back.

Obsidian stayed in the tree until nightfall, when he returned to the house, and while his father was sleeping, he stabbed him through the heart with the same knife used to kill his mother.
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It was only several months later when THEY came. They were referred as the Mirror Men around the world, because all that you saw of them was the reflection of their handwork. They were major traffickers of everything, from guns, to drugs, to people. They drifted through Morta, slaughtering and capturing the men and women, and spiriting away the young children. Obsidian and the villagers of Morta were transported, some by land, some by sea, some by air, all over the world to be bought as modern-day slaves, toys, and even "scrap parts". Obsidian ended up at an auction. The Mirror Men agents had checked his medical condition, and found him very healthy and still growing, so they thought he would fetch a high price on the Black Market. He was chained in the middle of a dark room with windows on all sides, only the silhouettes of the men behind those windows visible. Obsidian glared fiercely at the windows, his head high and his spirit still intact. One man saw this and smiled, in the end offering the highest bid for this scruffy, hostile Tasmanian child.
His name was Argus Flint.
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Obsidian was taken into the first limo he'd ever seen in his life, a long, dark limo that seemed to absorb any light that came near it. Cuffed and chained, he was escorted into the very back where he met a somewhat scruffy, if not comfortable-looking, elderly mouse that was hardly bigger than he was. Since the Mirror Men took Obsidian relatively quickly without him having a chance to fight back, Obsidian lunged at the mouse, but was held back by the restraints. "...You have quite burning will to live," the mouse said with a smile on his face. "Yes, I can see it. You will not waste your precious life. You have great potential..." The scruffy mouse then laughed merrily. "Drive, dear driver, drive! Take us home!" And so the black limo pulled away from the underground warehouse where countless others slaves were being held, and drove into the gray city...

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Prologue

Obsidian blinked and cleared the memories from his mind. The Man was speaking to him again, his tone lofty and very much in control. "...What were you thinking about, I wonder?" The Man mused, his face and figure covered by the shadows around him, his voice distorted so to keep his identity secret. The sound of snapping fingers were heard, with a sizzling sound dull pain shot through Obsidian's chest and temple, making his vision darken at the corners of his eyes. "I hope I'm not boring you, Obsidian, but I have new work for you." The man explained, a gleeful tone sliding into his voice. "There are certain 'vermin' that I want you to deal with, as they have been poking their noses where they don't belong. It is my understanding that word in the Underground says they have made quite a bit of trouble for others of my honest...'profession'. Of course, this is because the other bosses are incompetent and dim-witted ". The Man laughed and his image faded. On the projection appeared 3 faces, two boys and a girl, all astonishingly young, to Obsidian's surprise. The Man voice continued. "The one in the middle-the rat with that determined look on his face and the crooked tail, he is their leader. What I want is an execution. Be absolutely sure to kill him on sight and hang his body from the sign of Ratropolis. As for the other two, kill them and then do what you will with them. Now...if you have any sort of nagging objection to this assignment, then I'm sure I can convince you to see it other way..." And with that, another image appeared on the screen of a dank, dark room occupied by a lone woman, chained to the wall and wearing a necklate similar to Obsidian's. The Man laughed and cut the audio transmission to Obsidian, but the images of the 3 targets and the woman were still left of the screen. Obsidian stared at the image of the rat with a name underneath it, thinking, "...He wants me to kill this Rivet kid...? He's hardly old enough to have facial hair..." Obsidian frowned, troubled indecision clouding his face. But the image of the woman on the screen made him push those questions out of his head. He gently touched his own necklet and whispered, as though to make her hear him, "....Jamie....We will live through this. I swear on it..." He closed his eyes and let the images burn into his thoughts, and he steeled his resolve. "Guess it's your turn to die, Rai Rivet..."