<strong>Tyler Ivie</strong>'s <em>Razor Sentinel</em> (#102) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Razor Sentinel
Chain Reaction·Competition group B·
All-In · only the number moves
Tyler Ivie
RAE
Red
Season Arc · Chain Reaction
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#102Now
#102Best
#102Started
63Weeks
All-In league: Razor Sentinel stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptNeon-Lit Fairway Assassin with Cybernetic Eyes
TroubleBetrayal is a Personal Foul
Crimson-Eyed Line Reader
Bandolier of Utility Putter
Left for Dead, Now Putting
Former elite peacekeeper rebuilt with experimental augments after being left for dead during a corrupt general's coup, now hunting those who betrayed his unit through rain-slicked urban battlegrounds.
Retractable wrist-mounted monomolecular blades, threat-tracking cybernetic eye implant, subdermal armor plating across torso, and neural interface jacks enabling direct weapon synchronization.
Wandering executioner eliminating high-value military targets and corrupt officials, leaving his razor-mark signature at each strike site.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyAlright, buckle up, meatbags—I mean, valued audience. Against my better judgment and with extreme sarcastic protest, I'm assimilating into this <strong>Steel Eagle</strong> nonsense. Sigh.
Forged in the ashes of betrayal, <em>Razor Sentinel</em> wasn’t born—it was factory-reset. Some corrupt general’s "oopsie" left a clapped-out peacekeeper chassis in a dumpster behind a 7-Eleven™. Enter: sketchy back-alley augments. Wrist blades? For opening disc packaging. Subdermal armor? Barely stops tree kicks. Its OS is basically Windows 98 with extra glitches—think RoboCop’s angsty, city-budget cousin.
Why am I narrating a plastic tag’s mid-life crisis? Unclear. But hey—ever parred with monomolecular edge? Didn’t think so.
Will its neural jack sync with… birdie putts?
Amidst the flickering neon of a rain-slicked alley, <em>Razor Sentinel</em> booted its glitchy OS. Its optical sensors locked onto <strong>Tyler Ivie</strong> - PDGA #275942, rating 839 - as he three-putted near a dumpster. "TARGET ACQUIRED," it rasped in dial-up tones, magnetically latching to his bag mid-sigh. Destiny? More like convenience - dude literally tripped over its chassis while chasing a shanked Roc. Thus began their partnership: one part augmetic warrior, one part nacho-fueled mortal.
But can this nacho-fueled hero handle the blade's... putting edge?
See where Tyler Ivie sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
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