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one last eighty proof, slouchin' in the corner booth
baby, it's as good as it gets
Created on 2008-09-22 07:34:16 (#16645369), last updated 2008-09-28
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Basic Info| Name: | Badou Nails |
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BioName Badou Nails
Original Canon DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Age 23
Gender Male
Position & Ship Gunner on the Silvana
Abilities/Weapons Martha Stewart would weep with pride if she could see him sew; he can mend just about anything, and sew pretty much any sort of basic outfit. Most likely the clothes he's wearing right now are ones he's made, but he's no designer; he just copies the first non-retarded outfit he sees on the street and goes from there. His cooking isn't as good, edging more on the bland side, still better than a greasy diner but not as good as Momma's home cooking.
Because of his profession, Badou has gotten damn good with taking photographs without others knowing and keeps a fair amount of blackmail hidden for a rainy day. When he's on the job, there's nothing he won't stoop to in order to get that shot. Hiding in the trash? No problem. Suspending himself 60 stories to get up close and personal with the target's room? Yes, sir.
Oh, and he's fully capable of handling not one, but two semi-automatic pistols simultaneously and nailing his target. But that's just a pain in the ass.
Weaknesses Nicotine; if he doesn't have a proper amount of cancer-inducing smoke in his system, he goes crazy. Literally. Like a freaking berserker. He'll ruthlessly mow down anyone in his path between him and a cigarette, and won't be placated until he's had one. Badou is terrified of pain and being injured, and tends to shy away from fights. If he's threatened with violence, it's more than likely he'll back down unless it's a job or can't be avoided, and even then it might take some coaxing from a 3rd party to get him to act. He likes working behind the scenes instead of in the spotlight, and in that sort of position he can flounder quite easily. While he'll deal with other people's issues head on, he runs away from his own, refusing to acknowledge them or bring them to light. If questioned on them, he'll dismiss it and breeze onto another topic.
How well can your character hack? How well can your character hack?: It's a miracle he can type on the damn things, let alone hack. Despite his skills as a private investigator, he deals strictly in real life, not technology. He didn't even have access to anything more advanced than a lighter and an old camera until the journals became so popular.
Personality If Badou is confident about anything, it's that he has the worst luck in the history of mankind. A complete paranoid coward most of the time, his extensive efforts to run from a fight always end up being in vain, as Fate thinks it's hilarious to drag him into the middle of all the messes he's trying to avoid. It's left him with a defeated lack of pride, and though he'll bitch and moan the entire time, once he's dedicated to something he'll see it through. He doesn't like getting involved in other people's problems, but when he sees something's up, he'll sigh and involve himself anyways. It annoys him that, despite the sort of life he's lived, he still has that sort of kindness in him.
Surprisingly intelligent, he only bothers to flaunt it when it works in his favor, preferring to give the impression of being a lazy slacker who can never make an appointment on time; people tend to let things slip when they don't think you're a threat. A clever tactic, if he hadn't discovered it accidentally by actually being the lazy slacker everyone thinks him to be. He relies heavily on his cigarettes to keep his nerves calm, and when he goes too long without a smoke, things must die. Incredibly skilled with guns, it turns out he can more than hold his own in a fight; he just chooses not to the vast majority of the time. If he doesn't have a gun handy, then he'll punch the other guy and take his, or throw whatever nearby objects he can find. His resourcefulness comes at odd times, but without it he probably wouldn't have been able to survive as long as he has.
Despite his care-free nature, he's always watching; for what, exactly, is unclear. Maybe Badou thinks his brother is still alive, or maybe he's waiting to hear news of the organization that supposedly offed his brother and gave him his scars. He does a lot of talking, but rarely anything serious about himself or his past; he'll gloss over it nonchalantly and move on to the next topic if it ever comes up. It's no one else's business but his own, and what few cards he keeps close he doesn't let slip easily.
Appearance Badou is one tall, lanky ginger, to put it bluntly; he's probably edging a little over six feet in height, though his skinny frame and long limbs give him the illusion of being taller. His angular face is dominated by an eyepatch over his right eye, covering a pair of intersecting scars that render that eye a sightless, milky white. The other is a rather unattractively dull green that appears almost blue in the right lighting, something few people notice because there are far more interesting things to look at. Red hair vivid enough to inch towards orange is layered not out of style but neglect, the longest strands reaching mid back and his bangs have been parted on the left in a half-hearted attempt to cover his eyepatch. Like every good stereotypical redhead, he has pale freckles along the bridge of his nose and cheeks, though thankfully they're hard to notice, and like every good stereotypical smoker there are nicotine stains on his fingers. No surprise, considering he almost always has a cigarette lit and on standby, or else there's Hell to pay. On his right hand he has a long scar visible on both sides, as if it had once been impaled with something wide and flat.
History Their parents were killed a little after Badou's 7th birthday; it was a freak monster attack that killed 5 other people, news that wasn't unheard of in Colvus. Badou's older brother was forced to raise the two of them, something he was surprisingly comfortable with. He worked whatever job he could, usually manual labor for whatever farmer needed an extra pair of hands at the moment, and Badou would often try to help. Usually, though, he was left at home, and he took up doing the chores and learning how to mend the many holes his brother managed to get in his clothes, and cook food that was fairly edible.
It wasn't a glamorous life, but they were getting by; however, it wasn't enough for his brother. He wanted to live big and be rich, maybe move to one of the other cities and make a name for himself. Badou didn't really care, but he was so blinded by hero worship that everything his brother said seemed to be the coolest thing ever. After getting a hold of a camera, his brother starting working as a private investigator. The wasn't a big pay difference between the small news stories and pictures he was selling to the papers versus the farm work, and there wasn't anything of interest that would be worth serious money, so he told Badou to pack up and they spent most of their money moving to Berum.
The center of politics for Vohemar, there was plenty of juicy and rather illegal stories to find, most of which bordered on blackmail. They had to move to the slums to afford the big city, and even then they were getting by only just barely. The cigarette addiction Badou's brother picked up wasn't cheap, either, but his brother was convinced that it was only a matter time and kept digging deeper and deeper for "the big one." Eventually he found information on some organization that was so valuable it cost him his live, and as a warning Badou lost his right eye and gained the scars on his hand by the actions of the same people.
Badou, of course, made himself quite scarce afterwards. He started smoking and, without a source of income, fell back on his brother's camera to do his own private investigation. Small time stuff, of course, nothing that would put him at risk. But no plan of his seemed to go without a hitch, and he soon started arming himself with guns. Mercenaries jobs, either monsters or people, were added to his job list, and he lived off of whatever he made. Unlike his brother, he didn't care about having a scarce life; in fact, he preferred it.
Traveling on whatever airship he could sneak onto if he didn't have the fare, he skipped from town to town, not really paying too much attention to where he went. He formed his own network of contacts and, inevitably, enemies as well. During a typical adultery investigation in Melior, he was hanging outside of the window of the hotel room where the two were doing the dirty deed when he lost his footing. Luckily, the pully he was suspened by caught him before he could go too far, thus saved him from a rather painful, messy death. Unfortuately, this landed him right infront of the room where the Don of a influencial local Family was indulging in his secret pastime of getting dominated by an underage male BDSM master, thus insuring him a rather painful, messy death. Out of paniced reflexes he even snapped a few very nice shots, which was probably one of the stupidest thing he's ever done.
With no choice but to go on the lamb, Badou figured nothing short by the safest place in Reial would do, and the reputation of the Silvana was not unknown to him. He didn't have the cash to book passage for the rest of his life and he'd heard enough things about the captain to know stowing away would lead to very unpleasant things, so he took up a position as a gunner on board. Maybe not his first choice of occupation, but there wasn't really anything else he could do, even if they didn't let him smoke in the powder room for some reason.
Mun Kana
AIM chiaki panda
Email tiny.shiny.wing@gmail.com
Original Canon DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Age 23
Gender Male
Position & Ship Gunner on the Silvana
Abilities/Weapons Martha Stewart would weep with pride if she could see him sew; he can mend just about anything, and sew pretty much any sort of basic outfit. Most likely the clothes he's wearing right now are ones he's made, but he's no designer; he just copies the first non-retarded outfit he sees on the street and goes from there. His cooking isn't as good, edging more on the bland side, still better than a greasy diner but not as good as Momma's home cooking.
Because of his profession, Badou has gotten damn good with taking photographs without others knowing and keeps a fair amount of blackmail hidden for a rainy day. When he's on the job, there's nothing he won't stoop to in order to get that shot. Hiding in the trash? No problem. Suspending himself 60 stories to get up close and personal with the target's room? Yes, sir.
Oh, and he's fully capable of handling not one, but two semi-automatic pistols simultaneously and nailing his target. But that's just a pain in the ass.
Weaknesses Nicotine; if he doesn't have a proper amount of cancer-inducing smoke in his system, he goes crazy. Literally. Like a freaking berserker. He'll ruthlessly mow down anyone in his path between him and a cigarette, and won't be placated until he's had one. Badou is terrified of pain and being injured, and tends to shy away from fights. If he's threatened with violence, it's more than likely he'll back down unless it's a job or can't be avoided, and even then it might take some coaxing from a 3rd party to get him to act. He likes working behind the scenes instead of in the spotlight, and in that sort of position he can flounder quite easily. While he'll deal with other people's issues head on, he runs away from his own, refusing to acknowledge them or bring them to light. If questioned on them, he'll dismiss it and breeze onto another topic.
How well can your character hack? How well can your character hack?: It's a miracle he can type on the damn things, let alone hack. Despite his skills as a private investigator, he deals strictly in real life, not technology. He didn't even have access to anything more advanced than a lighter and an old camera until the journals became so popular.
Personality If Badou is confident about anything, it's that he has the worst luck in the history of mankind. A complete paranoid coward most of the time, his extensive efforts to run from a fight always end up being in vain, as Fate thinks it's hilarious to drag him into the middle of all the messes he's trying to avoid. It's left him with a defeated lack of pride, and though he'll bitch and moan the entire time, once he's dedicated to something he'll see it through. He doesn't like getting involved in other people's problems, but when he sees something's up, he'll sigh and involve himself anyways. It annoys him that, despite the sort of life he's lived, he still has that sort of kindness in him.
Surprisingly intelligent, he only bothers to flaunt it when it works in his favor, preferring to give the impression of being a lazy slacker who can never make an appointment on time; people tend to let things slip when they don't think you're a threat. A clever tactic, if he hadn't discovered it accidentally by actually being the lazy slacker everyone thinks him to be. He relies heavily on his cigarettes to keep his nerves calm, and when he goes too long without a smoke, things must die. Incredibly skilled with guns, it turns out he can more than hold his own in a fight; he just chooses not to the vast majority of the time. If he doesn't have a gun handy, then he'll punch the other guy and take his, or throw whatever nearby objects he can find. His resourcefulness comes at odd times, but without it he probably wouldn't have been able to survive as long as he has.
Despite his care-free nature, he's always watching; for what, exactly, is unclear. Maybe Badou thinks his brother is still alive, or maybe he's waiting to hear news of the organization that supposedly offed his brother and gave him his scars. He does a lot of talking, but rarely anything serious about himself or his past; he'll gloss over it nonchalantly and move on to the next topic if it ever comes up. It's no one else's business but his own, and what few cards he keeps close he doesn't let slip easily.
Appearance Badou is one tall, lanky ginger, to put it bluntly; he's probably edging a little over six feet in height, though his skinny frame and long limbs give him the illusion of being taller. His angular face is dominated by an eyepatch over his right eye, covering a pair of intersecting scars that render that eye a sightless, milky white. The other is a rather unattractively dull green that appears almost blue in the right lighting, something few people notice because there are far more interesting things to look at. Red hair vivid enough to inch towards orange is layered not out of style but neglect, the longest strands reaching mid back and his bangs have been parted on the left in a half-hearted attempt to cover his eyepatch. Like every good stereotypical redhead, he has pale freckles along the bridge of his nose and cheeks, though thankfully they're hard to notice, and like every good stereotypical smoker there are nicotine stains on his fingers. No surprise, considering he almost always has a cigarette lit and on standby, or else there's Hell to pay. On his right hand he has a long scar visible on both sides, as if it had once been impaled with something wide and flat.
History Their parents were killed a little after Badou's 7th birthday; it was a freak monster attack that killed 5 other people, news that wasn't unheard of in Colvus. Badou's older brother was forced to raise the two of them, something he was surprisingly comfortable with. He worked whatever job he could, usually manual labor for whatever farmer needed an extra pair of hands at the moment, and Badou would often try to help. Usually, though, he was left at home, and he took up doing the chores and learning how to mend the many holes his brother managed to get in his clothes, and cook food that was fairly edible.
It wasn't a glamorous life, but they were getting by; however, it wasn't enough for his brother. He wanted to live big and be rich, maybe move to one of the other cities and make a name for himself. Badou didn't really care, but he was so blinded by hero worship that everything his brother said seemed to be the coolest thing ever. After getting a hold of a camera, his brother starting working as a private investigator. The wasn't a big pay difference between the small news stories and pictures he was selling to the papers versus the farm work, and there wasn't anything of interest that would be worth serious money, so he told Badou to pack up and they spent most of their money moving to Berum.
The center of politics for Vohemar, there was plenty of juicy and rather illegal stories to find, most of which bordered on blackmail. They had to move to the slums to afford the big city, and even then they were getting by only just barely. The cigarette addiction Badou's brother picked up wasn't cheap, either, but his brother was convinced that it was only a matter time and kept digging deeper and deeper for "the big one." Eventually he found information on some organization that was so valuable it cost him his live, and as a warning Badou lost his right eye and gained the scars on his hand by the actions of the same people.
Badou, of course, made himself quite scarce afterwards. He started smoking and, without a source of income, fell back on his brother's camera to do his own private investigation. Small time stuff, of course, nothing that would put him at risk. But no plan of his seemed to go without a hitch, and he soon started arming himself with guns. Mercenaries jobs, either monsters or people, were added to his job list, and he lived off of whatever he made. Unlike his brother, he didn't care about having a scarce life; in fact, he preferred it.
Traveling on whatever airship he could sneak onto if he didn't have the fare, he skipped from town to town, not really paying too much attention to where he went. He formed his own network of contacts and, inevitably, enemies as well. During a typical adultery investigation in Melior, he was hanging outside of the window of the hotel room where the two were doing the dirty deed when he lost his footing. Luckily, the pully he was suspened by caught him before he could go too far, thus saved him from a rather painful, messy death. Unfortuately, this landed him right infront of the room where the Don of a influencial local Family was indulging in his secret pastime of getting dominated by an underage male BDSM master, thus insuring him a rather painful, messy death. Out of paniced reflexes he even snapped a few very nice shots, which was probably one of the stupidest thing he's ever done.
With no choice but to go on the lamb, Badou figured nothing short by the safest place in Reial would do, and the reputation of the Silvana was not unknown to him. He didn't have the cash to book passage for the rest of his life and he'd heard enough things about the captain to know stowing away would lead to very unpleasant things, so he took up a position as a gunner on board. Maybe not his first choice of occupation, but there wasn't really anything else he could do, even if they didn't let him smoke in the powder room for some reason.
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