when you walk my way;
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Character Information
Name: Badou Nails
Age: I'm just guessing, but I'd say approximately 22 or so. He ain't no spring chicken, but he's not an old geezer either, if you know what I'm saying.
Fandom: Dogs: Bullets and Carnage
What are you taking them from? It's a manga--the anime doesn't count.
Point in canon: Around chapter 35, before he receives tickets to the concert from hell. Basically, before he finds out who the person who took his eye is.
History: Here. If that's not good enough, which it quite likely isn't, here, have some history.
Badou doesn't really care to go into his past much around other people, but it's his past that shapes him the most, and makes him who he is. He grew up for the most part in an... unusual environment. His parents seem absent throughout his childhood. The only person supporting (and I use the word loosely) him was his older brother, Dave. Dave was a private investigator and irrepressible chain smoker, which may have led to Badou pursuing the same two occupations in his later life. In addition to those things, he was also an enormous slob, leaving Badou to pick up the slack and do all the housework by himself.
But being a private investigator has its dangers, as every job does. It's not clear exactly what happened, whether he dug too deep or stuck his nose in something he shouldn't have. What is clear is that Dave didn't live past that encounter, and Badou only barely escaped alive, with a scar and a ruined eye as souvenirs.
So where is he now? He worked as a private investigator and gun for hire in his hometown, with a part-time job at a grocery store on the side. Somewhere along the line he met up with a certain white-haired mutant freak named Heine Rammsteiner, and while you can't really call them best friends, Badou's sure as hell closer to Heine than he is to most people, and they really do make one hell of a team.
Personality: Badou Nails is a man of contradictions. He's irresponsible and responsible and maybe it's just your imagination but possibly maybe he's just a little bit jaded too. He doesn't have a care in the world, living each day for the present but he's not going to blow everything he's worked for in one go. He makes promises and breaks them though, so much for living stingy, huh? He makes mountains out of molehills and molehills out of mountains. He's got the craziest knack for getting out of trouble and an even crazier one for getting out of it by the hairs on the back of his neck. And that's all just the tip of the iceberg.
Badou Nails isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the drawer, talking crude and vulgar and generally giving a shit first impression, but he's not as dumb as he appears. He's quite observant, though he doesn't appear that way on the outside. When he's not freaking out over lack of cigarettes or complaining incessantly, he's actually pretty thoughtful. Some of his thoughts are about as deep as a paper plate, but he's not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Who's to know? He's also not bad at thinking under pressure and in tight spots--if he wasn't, he'd have been dead quite a long time ago. Despite his reckless attitude, he can be cautious, and thinks things through more often than it appears. Just not all the time.
He's fairly social, at least in comparison to the crowd he hangs with, and you could even call him friendly on good days. But it's only skin deep. He's not quick to form deep relationships with people, to tie himself down with attachments that could screw him over in the future. He looks out first and foremost for number one--himself, and he knows that's how other people think too, no matter what shit they spout about love and caring. That's pretentious bullshit's not for him. When you're working the shady parts of town, living on the knife's edge, you don't have the time or the patience for much.
First Person Sample:
voice
--if I press this button here...Oh, hey, the light turned on. Sweet. Uhh.... Hello? [taptaptap] This thing on? Testing, testing, one, two, three. [cracklefizzpop]
Shit, I think I killed it. Is there a number for tech support? Hello, tech support? Hello? [beepbeepbeep] Huh? Shit, I do not understand this at all. Doesn't this thing have an instruction manual or something?
Fuck it, this is retarded. [a muffled clatter as he drops the communicator onto a hard surface. a rustle of heavy cloth. the click and rattle of a door opening. a slam.]
Third Person Sample:
When he returned from work the first thing he noticed was before he even set foot inside his apartment. He'd noticed it on the stairs on the way up, but had just assumed it was one of his crackhead neighbors. But it only got stronger as he approached his door, and reached a point at which he could barely stand when he crossed the threshold and instantly he knew. Godfuckingdammit.
It smelled like the grocery store had taken a shit and died on his floor, and that only meant one thing. The refrigerator was broken. Again. Badou dropped his groceries on the floor with a thud and several rather colorful profanities. Great. Just great. Perfect. The day he got paid and was actually looking forward to eating some real food.
"Goddamn fucking cruddy piece of shit!" He gave the appliance a good kick, as if that was in any way going to help him. He was going to have to spend his paycheck on a new fridge, wasn't he? Fuck.
He went to bed that evening with an unsatisfied stomach and the perfume of mingled rotting food and cigarette smoke wafting through the air around his head. In the morning, there was a package from the landlady on his front step--an old paper bag hastily rigged into wrapping and tied with a piece of pink ribbon. Inside was a half-burned set of scented candles and a note Badou didn't bother reading.
"'Morning Dew,' huh?" Cute.
HERE, BONUS:
Badou Nails is a difficult man to explain.
At times he's quite loud and he's often profane.
Sometimes he's derisive and likes to complain.
He looks upon people who fail with disdain,
(though between you and me, he's a little insane).
With his eyepatch and smokes, you can't call him mundane.
When he's low on nicotine, he can't be restrained.
He'll rampage and scream until cigs are obtained.
Though he's full of himself, he isn't at all vain.
When he was a kid, his brother was slain
His eye was stabbed out, now just one remains.
When played just right, he can really entertain,
but as we've seen on rp!s, sometimes he's a pain.
I'll do my best not to give you a migraine.