Alright, at long last, after figuring this all out, I will make a few statements. Yes, this is a story involving Titer's character, Halkon. Yes, it follows the same story as his, therefore causing these to intertwine. Yes, I have the permission of all of the author's (besides Sega for the non-original characters, of course :-p)… Yes, here are the credits…
Halkon: Titer Bloodred
Shade: Shadow-squall

Cosmic Interstate Idea: Cubed
Eclipse: Cubed

Nova: Mogmaster

Just so you know, here are my character's vitals.

Name: Roi Valley
Nickname: Razor

Race: Hedgehog
Age: 15

Coloration: White, w/ blue streaks in hair.

Eyes: Bluish-Grey

Religious? Yes, Christian

Height: 5'3"

Abilities: Paranormalist, 3rd Degree Blackbelt Jiu-Jitsu, Chaos Control, Good searcher, all-around nice person.

Backstory/Prologue: Razor's family was killed by Project Shadow on his 14th birthday, while he was at school. His family was from a long line of Chaos Emerald Mages, and they personally began teaching him on his 6th birthday, handing down the dark blue emerald to him. Around this time he began to pick up on his paranormalist abilities, and has since then become a great helper in the spirit world. He found his brother during that time, for his brother was in Purgatory at that time. Razor met another hedgehog named Nova during this year, who had some serious problems, (partially possessed). When Razor figured out how to exorcise this demon, it took his brother to Hell as collateral for Razor's intrusion, on his 15th birthday. Razor didn't even notice this for a good while, and as we join him now, he is still in the dark on this thought, let's look in.

*As Razor paced, he sighed… he felt a little lost. He looked at Sonic, and cleared his throat.*

Razor: I think I'm gonna have to bail on this scene for a while.

Sonic: ??? Why?

Razor: I don't know… I'll be back as soon as I figure out which way is up. But if you need help before then, just find me.

*Razor left then, taking every possession he owned with him in his backpack, but leaving his escrima stick, for he had no room to put it. The dark blue emerald, the ten books, and his backpack. That's about it. He had yet to scrounge together enough money to buy a new board, and he missed the sport dearly. He had only about $25, which was mostly coins and 1-spots he had found on the ground. He walked through the streets of the city, and wondered how far he was going to have to degrade himself to get some cash. It was beginning to get late, and Razor found a place against a building, and quickly fell asleep.*

~Next day~

*Razor awoke to see something tucked neatly into his closed left hand. He opened his hand, and saw a 50 dollar bill and a hand-written note.*

Buy yourself something nice.

*This is all that the note said, and Razor looked around, trying to find somebody who may have given him such a handsome sum. He didn't find anybody, and smiled. He quickly made his way to a skate shop he saw on the corner. He made his way inside, and looked at the pre-assembled completes. $45-$95… Razor found something that he could afford, and it wasn't much… very much a beginner's deck; Veriflex deck, Veriflex trucks, Veriflex wheels, basic ABEC 3 bearings… nothing special, but a good deal at $50. As Razor left the skate shop, he noticed some skate videos on the rack; Zero's Dying to Live, Flip's new Sorry video, and even some 411VMs… Razor sighed.*

Razor *thinking*: Must rock to be one of the greats. Getting paid to do what you love…

*Razor headed outside, and immediately stepped on his new board. He saw a staircase, and he smiled, veering over to it and Tailsliding down its rail.*

Razor *to self*: You never forget…

*Razor looked around, and noticed a skatepark nearby. It was strange, though, because the outdoor park was deserted, but it looked perfectly skateable. He went up to the park, which was fenced in, and noticed that there was a bus pulling up to the park. Razor shrugged, and hopped the fence.*

Razor: No way this place isn't open…

*Razor went almost immediately over to the halfpipe, and dropped in. He started small, since he was still getting used to the slow speed of the board. Gymnast plants, blunt stalls, frontside airs, kickflip to indys. Nothing too difficult. After he got used to the board, he decided to try something he saw a pro do a while back. What was it called? A Samba Flip? Yes! A Samba Flip; a kickflip to indy to fingerflip to indy if you want to be technical. Razor tried it out, and lost the board when he tried to fingerflip the board. He fell into the flatbed, the board sliding down as well, nearly doing its own trick on the other wall of the pipe. It then slid near to him, and he stopped it, stumbling to his feet, dusting himself off.*

Razor: That's harder than it looks…

*Razor climbed back to the top of the halfpipe, and looked out where he saw the bus coming in. It was just then rolling to a stop. Razor shrugged and dropped back in. He did a nosegrab on the first wall, and pulled himself into a Big FS Rodeo 540 on the second one. Then, he did a 540 Indy grab, followed by an Airwalk to fakie. He propped himself out of the halfpipe, onto the top, and looked out at the bus. Though it was too far away to see any detail, Razor saw some humans with skateboards coming from the bus. He also saw a couple of hedgehogs, a fox, and even what looked like a panther.*

Razor: Field trip or something? *he looked at the skatepark; it was massive, so he thought that he wouldn't get in their way, and dropped back in, shrugging. He took a few walls to get his air back up, and decided to go for his BS Rodeo 720. He wasn't certain if he was going to land it with the bearings he had, and he just barely managed to get that last half spin in. He did a nosegrab on the other side, and then again on the wall he just did. He looked out, and noticed that the group was pretty close, and the two hedgehogs, the fox, and some of the humans had already taken to the street course. Razor looked back, spotting his landing, and repeated the BS Rodeo 720, just for the hell of it. He landed it, and looked at his side. He noticed the panther and a couple of the humans looking at him. He propped out of the pipe and looked down*

Panther: Whoa… *looking at one of the humans* Hey Lasek, think you could do that?

Lasek: I don't know… Worth a shot, though!

*Razor heard the name, and got a closer look at the humans looking at him. The one that had been called Lasek was making his way up the halfpipe stairs, and it was on Razor's side. Razor looked over at the man, and his mouth was slightly agape.*

Razor: Lasek? As in… Bucky Lasek?

*He just smiled and nodded. Razor was about to say something, something very fan-boyish, but shut up as Bucky dropped in. He went on one wall, then the other, trying to build up some air. When he went for Razor's Rodeo 720, he managed the flip, but couldn't manage anything but a little beyond a 360 BS spin while flipping, and he slid out, falling down the transition of the pipe. Razor winced sympathetically as Bucky stumbled to his feet.*

Panther: You okay, man?

Bucky Lasek: Yeah… *Bucky looked up at Razor*… would you mind doing that again?

*Razor nodded*

Another pro *at the street skaters*: Hey guys, check this out!

*Razor gulped. The fact that professionals, and the fact that that one sounded and looked just like Tony Hawk, were watching him made him nervous, but he was slightly surprised that he had a trick that couldn't already be done by many pros. He dropped in, and walled two times doing nosegrabs before popping into the trick. He almost slid out this time, barely managing the last 180. He shrugged off the fact that people were now commenting as he skated, and tailslid across the coping for a moment. He popped out on the next wall, and stood on top of the pipe.*

Razor: I'll get out of you guys' way. There a demo today or something?

Panther: Tomorrow, we're just getting a feel for this place.

Razor: I've been wondering why this place was so deserted.

Tony Hawk (?): Heh… yeah… *walked up to the top of the pipe. Razor was reassured by that point; that the person was in fact "The Hawk."*

Tony: What's your name?

Razor: My friends just call me Razor, but my real name is Roi Valley.

Tony: Cool nickname, how'd you get it?

Razor: I dunno, it just sort of stuck at school.

*Tony smiled, and dropped in. Razor noticed that the rest of the skaters that had originally been at the pipe were starting to head to other halfpipes in the place, and Razor went to one of the unoccupied ones left over. It wasn't exactly a halfpipe; it was a skate bowl. Razor dropped in, and started with another session. He wasn't trying to show off, he just had an itch for vert skating, and since he was out of the way of all the others, there was no reason to feel unwelcome. He stopped after a few moments, because he noticed that somebody looked as though they were waiting. Razor recognized the man quickly because of this; only one pro preferred the bowl; Rune Glifberg.*

Rune: You're pretty good… can I see your board?

Razor: Ummm… okay… *hands Rune his board* why?

*Rune looked at the board carefully*

Rune: Then you're better than I thought if you're riding those…

*Razor shrugged. He felt out of place, but was not compelled to leave. It felt weird to be pretty much hanging out with the best skateboarders in the world, but they were a little bit more complementary than what Razor was used to with the usual locals. Rune handed Razor his board, and Razor skated to another halfpipe. This one was only occupied by one other, and that one other was that panther that he had seen. The panther was pretty good, and Razor was perfectly content watching the panther doing Inverts and Kickflip Madonnas. Razor blinked, though, as he saw the panther do an amazing little combo trick. He looked at it, and he thought it was called a 360 Varial McTwist. After a few moments, the panther hopped out of the pipe, and looked at Razor, who was sitting, watching.*

Razor: No… no, I'm just watching. *pause* I'm not sure I know your name. I haven't seen a contest forever, though.

Panther: I'm Conseco Ortíz, and this is my first tour, so I don't blame you. *pause* You coming back tomorrow?

Razor: I don't know… got nothing better to do… It must rock… getting paid to do what you love…

Conseco: It is pretty cool, uhm, er…

Razor: Razor… or that's what people call me.

Conseco: Oh, Okay… Razor.

Razor: When's it start?

Conseco *smiling*: You'll probably want to be here by 3:30.

*Conseco dropped back in, and Razor looked at the skatepark… the demo tomorrow was going to be amazing. Rune Glifberg… Bucky Lasek, Bob Burnquist… Tony Hawk, Jamie Thomas, Andy Mac… those two hedgehogs were really good, as was that fox… and Conseco… Razor looked at the sky. Time had definitely gotten away from him, and he headed out of the skatepark, finding a home next to a nearby building. He slept, happy from a day of skating. The pros skated on, not leaving until about 9:00.*

~Demo Day~

*Razor woke up, and looked at the sky. He had slept pretty late for him; it looked as though it was about noon, or one. Razor yawned, and looked for some place that he might be able to get something to eat. He still had $25 left over from when he bought his board, and he decided on just getting a quick burger and soda; in order to make the $25 glide as far as it would go. After he ate, he started back through the town, heading to the skatepark, but stopping at other places on the way. When he got there, there was still pretty much nobody around. Not even the pros that came by the day before were there… but that was understandable to Razor… It only looked like it was two. Razor found a patch of sidewalk and started freestyling to pass the time. With no real place to go, skateboarding had become about all he did. Life was good even though he was broke. After about 5 minutes, the pros were there, and Razor decided to take a seat on his board and wait for the crowd to thicken. Razor guessed the time at about 3:30 when the crowd had really started to come in. By four o'clock, the demo had begun, and Razor had a great time watching these people. The demo went on for a few hours, and it was, in Razor's eyes, spectacular. At the end of the demo, Razor was the last one to get to the exit, but he noticed that a few new people were hanging around with Rune, Tony, and others while the crowd left.

Bob: Hey, Razor. Could you wait up?

*Razor turned and walked to the group of pros. The next people to talk were the ones he was unfamiliar with, and they seemed excited to see Razor*

Guy 1: Razor, is it? Bob told me about your moves, impressive stuff.

Razor: *pointing at his board* Nah, I've been skating like crap on this thing… no speed, you know?

Guy 2: Yeah, Rune told me that your speed wasn't the greatest.

Guy 3: *interrupting* But that Rodeo 720 Conseco told me about sounded smooth…

Guy 4: Yeah, Ian told me about that, too. Care to show us your stuff?

Razor: Umm… I guess…

*Razor started to pick up his board, but the second guy stopped him.*

Guy 2: Care to show us your stuff on this instead?

*When he said this, the second guy gave Razor the skateboard in his hand. It was a Flip, with Ricta wheels, Destructo trucks, and Black Bones ABEC Faster bearings. The board was obviously built for vert, and Razor raised an eyebrow.*

Razor: Sure, no problemo.

*Razor went to the halfpipe that he had been in the day before. The new board was so much like his old broken one that he had taken so long to replace. Fast, and light. Razor tried, right off the start, a double kickflip to indy. He nailed it, and went to the other side, pulling a 720 nosegrab. Riding out fakie, Razor did a switch blunt to fakie, and fell back to the pipe. He was cruising, and he noticed that the four guys seemed to be very focused on his run. Razor gulped, and did a frontside air, then another on the other side, picking up some speed.

Razor *thinking*: I'm going for it!

*Razor popped into the air, and flipped, while turning frontside, like a FS Rodeo 540. Razor finished the 540 and the flip, and threw in an extra 360 degree turn. This got the 4 guys practically jumping up and down*

Guy 1: Awesome!

Guy 2: Did he just do a FS Rodeo 9!?


*Razor tried that Samba Flip again, and this time managed to keep the board under him. When he landed, though, he biffed it, hard, and slid down the pipe, the second guy's Flip board going flying into the opposite wall, sliding upside down to the flatbed. Razor stood up, and all 4 guys, along with Tony Hawk, were pretty much begging to talk to Razor in private, all 5 of them promising Razor a 'sweet deal.' Razor looked at Tony Hawk, then at the other 4. It suddenly hit him.*

Razor *excited*: You really think I'm good enough to be a pro!? 

Tony Hawk: Yeah man, you're it.

*Razor looked at the second guy, and smiled*

Razor: Flip is one of my favorite brands, did you know that? So light and easy to get into the air.

*The Flip Team manager smiled*


Flip Team Manager: Why don't you take a walk with me.

Element Team Manager: Wait, our boards are light, and they're tough, I could

Razor *interrupting*: Hold it… you are fighting over me?

Tony Hawk: You are awesome, man, what did you expect?

Firm Team Manager: I think that you all need to stop pressuring him. Let him decide on his own. *to Razor* Ever skate a Firm Skateboard?

Razor: Yes, actually… pretty light… not the toughest things in the world, but…

World Industries Team Manager: What about our boards?

Razor: Damnit, your boards are all good! Umm… except Birdhouse…

Tony Hawk: Why do you say that?

Razor: Easiest damn things in the world to break… you make good wheels, though.

World Industries: Man, he just told you!!

Razor: I'm only fifteen, and here I'm getting swamped by a decision I never thought I'd have to make… imagine that... *sigh*… You know, out of all these boards… they are all so good… But Flip is one of my favorite brands… oh, and this board you gave me already? How did you know my favorite set up?

Flip Team Manager: Awesome! Walk with me while I tell you the 411.

*Razor walked along with the Flip Team Manager, who outlined a lot of what the contract he was offering stated. Razor listened intently, and enjoyed what he heard. The pay was pretty decent for a pro, he realized.*

Razor: Heh… I like this deal, where do I sign?

*The team manager handed him the contract, which was surprisingly brief. Only a page long. Razor read it, and found nothing to disagree about. The pay was… not too bad looking when you're broke. There was even a small clause pretty much saying that Razor got to finish the current tour with the group going, and Razor signed it, and the manager smiled.*

Manager: I thought you said your name was Razor…

Razor: No… no no… that's what my friends call me… my real name is written right there…

Manager: Roi Valley… that rolls right off the tongue… Anyways, we leave tomorrow… oh… by the way, where are you staying?

Razor: Nowhere in particular… I barely had enough money to buy that cheap-o skateboard that I was skating on yesterday.

Manager: Oh… well… in that case, the bus is headed back to where we're staying, and we've got a free bed in one of the rooms if you want to just come back with us…

Razor: Awesome…

Manager: Oh, and you can keep that board.

Razor: Really? Thanks!

*Razor followed the Manager back to the bus, carrying his new Flip board with him. Razor put himself into one of the seats, just at random, and he looked out the window.*

Razor *under his breath*: I don't think this could have possibly happened any faster… *looked up, now thinking* Hey, Dad, remember when you said that this sport was for slackers? Would you say that to any of these people's faces?...

*Razor looked over, as the bus started moving, and noticed that one of the hedgehogs he saw skating street earlier had sat down next to him. His hair was a little long; his bangs came down over his eyes slightly. He was mostly red, and had a gray streak in his hair… his eyes were an indigo color. Razor smiled and looked back out the window.*

Skater hedgehog: Man… you were pretty awesome out there… That Rodeo 9… damn…

Razor: Ummm… thanks… what's your name?

Skater Hedgehog: Ian… and you?

Razor: Roi, but everybody calls me Razor. You were pretty awesome out there today yourself. First person in a while I saw do a flip out of a darkslide…

*Ian smiled, and Razor put his head against the back of the seat in front of him. He was happy.*

Ian: How old are you?

Razor: 15… u?

Ian: I just turned 16. You been skating for a while?

Razor: 8 years…

Ian: It shows…

Razor: Thanks.

*The bus stopped, and Razor headed without much additional conversation into his room to sleep. Long day on the bus ahead… heading to LA the last time he heard. Razor laid down and fell asleep without too much objection.*

*Razor was surrounded with black, and he felt completely bound, unable to move. He tried to peer through the darkness, but nothing… From the darkness, he heard a voice. His brother's voice.*

Brother: Razor. . . Help! Oh, God!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUG—

*Razor's eyes snapped open, and he blinked a couple of times. The dream was odd… but Razor couldn't really finger what it was trying to say, except the thought that his brother was lying hurt somewhere… Razor shrugged it off, and went back to sleep*

*The next day, Razor found that he had overslept a little, and he hurriedly got a shower, drying off as fast as he could. When he got out to the bus, most of the group was waiting on him, but there were still a few waiting for him. Razor blushed slightly when he saw that his hair wasn't fully dry, and as the wolf and a few of the others came out, the group boarded the bus. Razor smiled as he got on the bus, and found a seat. Razor sat, and waited patiently for the bus to leave. As the bus pulled out, Razor calmly picked up one of his family's books on chaos control, starting to skim through what he had not learned yet, examining what he had to look forward to.*