SO SCARY.
Your Name/Alias: Joan
Age: 23
Character Name: Haine Rammsteiner
Series: Dogs
Age: Not revealed in canon, but around 20-21
Canon: Dogs depicts a post-apocalyptic world where gangs and mob families control much of the streets and people struggle to maintain their way of life without being shot at in the process. The story is told through the eyes of four individuals as they try to find meaning in their present lives and atone for often bloody pasts.
Haine Rammsteiner is one of the four, and clearly has the most serious case of emo out of all of them. He had a pretty messed-up childhood as a laboratory guinea pig, which is pretty much the cause for all his current angst in the present. Now, he works as a gun-for-hire with his life partner Badou while searching for retribution from his past.
Haine isn’t afraid to speak up and deliver snark when he’s talking to an idiot, and can sound very cocky when dealing with people, especially opponents. He’s the type that would keep to himself unless provoked, but when he is… you don’t want to be on the receiving end of his rage. You really don’t.
Sample Post:
This is all your fault, Badou. You do recall me saying no to this job, right? In fact, my exact words were ‘You can handle it yourself. I’m going home.’ I don’t quite know exactly how you managed to drag me here before vanishing from my sight, but I’m pretty sure that this place isn’t what I’d normally call home. I have never seen this much green in my entire life. That includes the moldy stuff that’s all over this place: the walls, the floor, the ceiling… on people’s bodies. Yes, I’m talking about you, Mr. I’m-too-good-for-a-bar-of-soap. Guess the farther people are from civilization, the less concerned they are about hygiene, is that it? Because that really could lead to a bad infection and amputation and… your arm just fell off. There you go. What did I tell you? I’m going out on a limb here, but maybe you should go see a doctor for that.
Anyway, this job seems to be a complete waste of time, looking at what we’re contracted to do. Go and recover young men’s innocence from Marcy? I’m pretty sure once you lose your innocence, there’s no turning back. But while we’re on the subject of recovering items that seem to be metaphors of something else, I might as well go ahead and find someone’s lost childhood and that fella’s missing bottle of happiness. There, an adolescent turtle from an old TV show and a bottle of Viagra. That work well enough?
All joking aside, I’d like to make this ‘recovering innocence’ business relatively quick and painless. Someone point out Marcy so I can just be on my way? I’m not even sure how I ended up here and I’d rather just head home, thank you very much. Down by the lake? Where the shoutaloupes grow? Then it’s back to my home after we finish this inane job.
I see the lake and… huh. So that’s Marcy.
Well, fuck. Don’t tell me Marcy stands for “Multiple Armed Raping Creature, Yes?” That thing wasn’t in the job description at all! Okay so maybe she was mentioned, but shut up, I’m not talking specifics here. But if you think that’s going to deter me, then you’re wrong. I’m going to need a volunteer to distract the she-tentacles with that so-called ‘innocence’. I’ll take her on from behind.
And the voting post was here. IYAAAAAAAAAAAAN.