OOC:Character Information dontchaknow.
Character’s Name: Badou Nails
Character’s Fandom: DOGS: Bullets and Carnage
Character’s Personality:Badou is normally part coward, part whiner, part moody, and mostly normal member of the male gender. Of course this is only most of the time. A perpetual nicotine addict, once this red-head is deprived of his precious cigarettes, his personality does a complete 180. To put it lightly, he gets a bit cranky. To put it plainly, he becomes a gun-toting, trigger-happy, lunatic. Almost like those crazy men who shoot people from the porch of their home. Except not. Long story short is that his sanity is more or less proportional to the amount of cigarettes he has. Nevertheless, when push comes to shove, or at least if it’s a really important job with money involved, Badou’s your man. Maybe. Also hates being called ‘eyepatch’.
Via Mangatranslation.com
From Dogs: Bullets and Carnage Volume 2
Haine's partner and a chain smoker, he usually acts clumsy and inept, but becomes a crazed and deadly killer when denied his cigarettes for too long. Before accepting assassination jobs with Haine, he was a freelance (and largely unsuccessful) journalist/photographer who specialized in the secret lives of the corrupt. He wields twin uzis.
Canonical/History link:RIGHT HERE LAWL
Sample RP Log:
Badou groaned slightly as he slowly came to his senses. As his eye slowly opened, he frowned a bit. Something wasn’t right here… After a brief moment to get orientated, he sat up. And blinked. He blinked in a manner that clearly said ‘What the hell?’
Where the fuck exactly was he? One minute he was doing his own thing, thankful he didn’t have to deal with high-risk rescue missions or crazy twin girls or even a rooftop chase that day, and then BAM. This was definitely not the place he remembered that HE was in last. In fact it was a hell of a lot worse.
The redhead frowned as he took in the sights and sounds of his new environment. Finding that trying to take a gander at anything was difficult due to the near lack of light in the area, Badou couldn’t help but wonder what strange circumstance had deposited him in foreign territory.
This brief interlude was halted as the man in the eyepatch began to now take in the smells of this strange place too. As much as he would have liked to move quickly away from the offensive odor in question, there was the small detail of being located in a small deserted alley and being unceremoniously sprawled in a dumpster in said alley.
Well, that smooth sailing luck earlier that day was bound to run out sooner or later he noted irritably as he eventually managed to clamber out of the dumpster with a little less dignity and more stench. What was it with him and falling into trash bins?
Still annoyed, but unable bitch out loud of his misfortune to the nearest currently nonexistent passerby, Badou looked through his coat pockets for his always calming nicotine fix. At least everything was intact and inplace more or less. That much he could hope for. Until he realized, with a deep-sinking horror that his cigarette pocket was now without a box of said smokes. It appeared that the day which was slowly descending the hill of elation was now nose-diving towards probable disaster.
Practically tearing down the alley, he was now a man on a mission. To get cigarettes as soon as humanly possible.
Things were going to get a lot more interesting.
Sample Journal:
Okay, so I’m writing this retarded message-log-thing because this is the first thing I’ve seen in the past ten minutes of running around like a fucking idiot down here. I figure if these are here they’re here for a reason.
HAINE YOU DUMBSHIT IF YOU ARE HERE AND CAN READ THIS YOU BETTER ANSWER.
…What the shit is this place? Worse than the underground…
And most importantly. I am out of cigarettes. Shit. Screw Heine.
IF YOU HAVE CIGARETTES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME NICOTINE.
NOW.
…
Please?
Your Sin:
When deprived of cigarettes he’s totally full of WRATH. Occasionally smaller bouts of it when normal. Otherwise some GLUTTONY in terms of his nicotine addiction.
Character’s Fandom: DOGS: Bullets and Carnage
Character’s Personality:Badou is normally part coward, part whiner, part moody, and mostly normal member of the male gender. Of course this is only most of the time. A perpetual nicotine addict, once this red-head is deprived of his precious cigarettes, his personality does a complete 180. To put it lightly, he gets a bit cranky. To put it plainly, he becomes a gun-toting, trigger-happy, lunatic. Almost like those crazy men who shoot people from the porch of their home. Except not. Long story short is that his sanity is more or less proportional to the amount of cigarettes he has. Nevertheless, when push comes to shove, or at least if it’s a really important job with money involved, Badou’s your man. Maybe. Also hates being called ‘eyepatch’.
Via Mangatranslation.com
From Dogs: Bullets and Carnage Volume 2
Haine's partner and a chain smoker, he usually acts clumsy and inept, but becomes a crazed and deadly killer when denied his cigarettes for too long. Before accepting assassination jobs with Haine, he was a freelance (and largely unsuccessful) journalist/photographer who specialized in the secret lives of the corrupt. He wields twin uzis.
Canonical/History link:RIGHT HERE LAWL
Sample RP Log:
Badou groaned slightly as he slowly came to his senses. As his eye slowly opened, he frowned a bit. Something wasn’t right here… After a brief moment to get orientated, he sat up. And blinked. He blinked in a manner that clearly said ‘What the hell?’
Where the fuck exactly was he? One minute he was doing his own thing, thankful he didn’t have to deal with high-risk rescue missions or crazy twin girls or even a rooftop chase that day, and then BAM. This was definitely not the place he remembered that HE was in last. In fact it was a hell of a lot worse.
The redhead frowned as he took in the sights and sounds of his new environment. Finding that trying to take a gander at anything was difficult due to the near lack of light in the area, Badou couldn’t help but wonder what strange circumstance had deposited him in foreign territory.
This brief interlude was halted as the man in the eyepatch began to now take in the smells of this strange place too. As much as he would have liked to move quickly away from the offensive odor in question, there was the small detail of being located in a small deserted alley and being unceremoniously sprawled in a dumpster in said alley.
Well, that smooth sailing luck earlier that day was bound to run out sooner or later he noted irritably as he eventually managed to clamber out of the dumpster with a little less dignity and more stench. What was it with him and falling into trash bins?
Still annoyed, but unable bitch out loud of his misfortune to the nearest currently nonexistent passerby, Badou looked through his coat pockets for his always calming nicotine fix. At least everything was intact and inplace more or less. That much he could hope for. Until he realized, with a deep-sinking horror that his cigarette pocket was now without a box of said smokes. It appeared that the day which was slowly descending the hill of elation was now nose-diving towards probable disaster.
Practically tearing down the alley, he was now a man on a mission. To get cigarettes as soon as humanly possible.
Things were going to get a lot more interesting.
Sample Journal:
Okay, so I’m writing this retarded message-log-thing because this is the first thing I’ve seen in the past ten minutes of running around like a fucking idiot down here. I figure if these are here they’re here for a reason.
HAINE YOU DUMBSHIT IF YOU ARE HERE AND CAN READ THIS YOU BETTER ANSWER.
…What the shit is this place? Worse than the underground…
And most importantly. I am out of cigarettes. Shit. Screw Heine.
IF YOU HAVE CIGARETTES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME NICOTINE.
NOW.
…
Please?
Your Sin:
When deprived of cigarettes he’s totally full of WRATH. Occasionally smaller bouts of it when normal. Otherwise some GLUTTONY in terms of his nicotine addiction.