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NAME/HANDLE: Jade
PERSONAL JOURNAL: gravefucks, but it's never used.
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yep.
CONTACT: [AIM;] lemonfetishes, [PLURK;] here.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A.
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CHARACTER NAME: Badou Nails.
SERIES: DOGS/DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE. Wiki, but it's incredibly lacking, so here's a small summary of Badou's Role:
In a dystopian, underground future, there's a city full of debauchery, crime, drugs, and The Hard Knock life. It's unknown why humanity has fled to being underground or what exactly the state of the surface is, but either way the people living in the city have become accustomed to the constant winter. With genetic engineering common, half of the human population has some kind of aesthetic defect: whether it's small wings or the tusks of a pig. This is where Badou Nails lives.
Badou's history itself is lacking, only seen in small snapshots and some side-projects that weren't quite put into the manga serialization. We know a few things: he had an older brother named Dave, and Dave "died" when he was young, purportedly killed by the same person that gave Badou the scar under his eyepatch and on his hand with a single stab of a sword. Dave, while an idealist and wanting to dig up the secrets of the Underground in their post-apocalyptic and fucked-up world, was a terrible parent, often leaving Badou to fend for himself which hardened him in a lot of ways and hardened him even more after his death. "It's a hard-boiled life", he says after all, and the yolk's gone bad. While Dave was a journalist, Badou sticks to the less honorable camera clicks of being a P.I., digging up dirt on the gangs and mafias in The City to sell for quick change. He has made Information his business and nicotine his way of life, all traceable back to how his brother's death shaped his psychology and existence.
Many things are unknown about how he's met his earlier contacts (a true attest to how much Badou keeps his own history to himself), such as the Bishop and Mimi, but he supposedly met Heine Rammsteiner through the Bishop, saying something along the lines of how he found Heine to be "all prickly, in body and soul". The two seem to have a common habit of leaving trails of blood wherever they go; Badou simply relies on him to stay alive, for all the living he's doing.
He's taken early in the manga before Shit Starts Going Down, so even the information he keeps so close is unknown to other characters as he digs up his own mysteries.
CANON POINT: Chapter fifteen/sixteenish, in the middle of the firefight where Luki and Noki show up for the first time.
AGE: Unknown canonly, but I tend to play him around 20/21.
APPEARANCE: Here & here.
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: N/A.
PERSONALITY:
Badou is a coward; when option comes down to fight or flight, the choice is usually obvious. Confrontations mean nothing to him, and he has absolutely no pride or shame to speak of; thus running away is the first natural decision, often screaming at the top of his lungs and tears in his eyes. It's a good thing he stands just over six feet with all that sprinting he has to do from pissing off various Mafioso and their thug grunts (and boy is he good at pissing people off!). It's the catching of these people in lewd and debasing situations that, too, has left him desensitized: lack of interest in sex on top of lack of manners and concern for bodily functions that can easily accrue to his bad sense of humor and foul mouth. He speaks in thick slang that translators often have trouble deciphering, which becomes a problem when Miwa often uses him to explain various plot points and happenings.
But the easy-joking, easy-going nature is only part of a lie, a veneer that houses a deep-seated inner apathy. He doesn't care about life. He doesn't care about death. He doesn't care about anything at all, really. Dave could try to save his city all he wanted; Heine can talk to the fake angel girl and pray for forgiveness; Naoto can carve out her destiny or just try to carve out the face of her killer; Badou will simply exist and keep rooting in the dirt for the answers to his past.
Despite his irregular moods under the influence of whatever-it-is-that-day and his outer layers of stupidity, he definitely has a sharp intelligence underneath the smokescreen of absurdity. He knows people well enough to position his questions so others will open up, and he's tactful enough to not always get caught when snooping around. He can certainly think on his feet, despite his natural bad lack and lack of charm.
He's not just an actor, carving out a false persona in his image, he lives his deceit... up until he runs out of cigarettes. Nicknamed the Gun Smoker for a very valid reason, when he's not chugging down the cancer sticks, he's drowning in his own insanity. It's either too much or not enough in his erratic lifestyle, because when the smoke stops burning and he gets a good dose of oxygen, he completely loses himself in a cold massacre, a tool which the people in his life like Heine and Mimi use to their advantage: predictability with a sharp edge and high-stakes consequences.
A looter, a browser, a lingerer, a camera-clicker, an asshole, an ennui connoisseur, and a constantly-jonesing junkie addict, Badou is constantly a heartbeat away from getting himself killed and a hop, skip, and a jump away from carving out secrets that are probably better off buried.
Sure, the lack of his brother glaringly points at an Abandonment Complex: the only thing he ever knew leaving him in shitty streets full of mafia fuck-ups and other little kids dumpster diving, but that doesn't mean deep, deep down he wants to be hugged and nursed back to sanity and wellness. It just means all the way through he wants to be left the fuck alone.
ABILITIES: Using Mac-10s, he's good with guns and being a P.I., he's good at sneaking around, asking people questions, and catching people in incriminating circumstances. He gets a speed, strength, and stamina boost when he goes bonkers from not having cigarettes, but outside of that he's just a normal human. No engineering here.
POSSESSIONS: Coming to the void from the middle of a firefight is probably going to be more helpful than hurtful, really.
✔ 1 Saddle Bag (seen here)
Contents include: ✔ 2 Ingram Mac-10 Uzis (info)
✔ 4 Magazines of Ammo (32 rounds each)
✔ Minor Gun Cleaning Supplies
✔ 1 Large & Ugly Fur-Trimmed Winter Coat
Contents Include: ✔ 2 Cartons of Cigarettes
✖ No Lighters
✔ 1 4x5 Pad Of Notebook Paper
✖ No Pen
✔ 1 Helmet
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NAME/HANDLE: Jade
PERSONAL JOURNAL: gravefucks, but it's never used.
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yep.
CONTACT: [AIM;] lemonfetishes, [PLURK;] here.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A.
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Badou Nails.
SERIES: DOGS/DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE. Wiki, but it's incredibly lacking, so here's a small summary of Badou's Role:
In a dystopian, underground future, there's a city full of debauchery, crime, drugs, and The Hard Knock life. It's unknown why humanity has fled to being underground or what exactly the state of the surface is, but either way the people living in the city have become accustomed to the constant winter. With genetic engineering common, half of the human population has some kind of aesthetic defect: whether it's small wings or the tusks of a pig. This is where Badou Nails lives.
Badou's history itself is lacking, only seen in small snapshots and some side-projects that weren't quite put into the manga serialization. We know a few things: he had an older brother named Dave, and Dave "died" when he was young, purportedly killed by the same person that gave Badou the scar under his eyepatch and on his hand with a single stab of a sword. Dave, while an idealist and wanting to dig up the secrets of the Underground in their post-apocalyptic and fucked-up world, was a terrible parent, often leaving Badou to fend for himself which hardened him in a lot of ways and hardened him even more after his death. "It's a hard-boiled life", he says after all, and the yolk's gone bad. While Dave was a journalist, Badou sticks to the less honorable camera clicks of being a P.I., digging up dirt on the gangs and mafias in The City to sell for quick change. He has made Information his business and nicotine his way of life, all traceable back to how his brother's death shaped his psychology and existence.
Many things are unknown about how he's met his earlier contacts (a true attest to how much Badou keeps his own history to himself), such as the Bishop and Mimi, but he supposedly met Heine Rammsteiner through the Bishop, saying something along the lines of how he found Heine to be "all prickly, in body and soul". The two seem to have a common habit of leaving trails of blood wherever they go; Badou simply relies on him to stay alive, for all the living he's doing.
He's taken early in the manga before Shit Starts Going Down, so even the information he keeps so close is unknown to other characters as he digs up his own mysteries.
CANON POINT: Chapter fifteen/sixteenish, in the middle of the firefight where Luki and Noki show up for the first time.
AGE: Unknown canonly, but I tend to play him around 20/21.
APPEARANCE: Here & here.
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: N/A.
PERSONALITY:
Badou is a coward; when option comes down to fight or flight, the choice is usually obvious. Confrontations mean nothing to him, and he has absolutely no pride or shame to speak of; thus running away is the first natural decision, often screaming at the top of his lungs and tears in his eyes. It's a good thing he stands just over six feet with all that sprinting he has to do from pissing off various Mafioso and their thug grunts (and boy is he good at pissing people off!). It's the catching of these people in lewd and debasing situations that, too, has left him desensitized: lack of interest in sex on top of lack of manners and concern for bodily functions that can easily accrue to his bad sense of humor and foul mouth. He speaks in thick slang that translators often have trouble deciphering, which becomes a problem when Miwa often uses him to explain various plot points and happenings.
But the easy-joking, easy-going nature is only part of a lie, a veneer that houses a deep-seated inner apathy. He doesn't care about life. He doesn't care about death. He doesn't care about anything at all, really. Dave could try to save his city all he wanted; Heine can talk to the fake angel girl and pray for forgiveness; Naoto can carve out her destiny or just try to carve out the face of her killer; Badou will simply exist and keep rooting in the dirt for the answers to his past.
Despite his irregular moods under the influence of whatever-it-is-that-day and his outer layers of stupidity, he definitely has a sharp intelligence underneath the smokescreen of absurdity. He knows people well enough to position his questions so others will open up, and he's tactful enough to not always get caught when snooping around. He can certainly think on his feet, despite his natural bad lack and lack of charm.
He's not just an actor, carving out a false persona in his image, he lives his deceit... up until he runs out of cigarettes. Nicknamed the Gun Smoker for a very valid reason, when he's not chugging down the cancer sticks, he's drowning in his own insanity. It's either too much or not enough in his erratic lifestyle, because when the smoke stops burning and he gets a good dose of oxygen, he completely loses himself in a cold massacre, a tool which the people in his life like Heine and Mimi use to their advantage: predictability with a sharp edge and high-stakes consequences.
A looter, a browser, a lingerer, a camera-clicker, an asshole, an ennui connoisseur, and a constantly-jonesing junkie addict, Badou is constantly a heartbeat away from getting himself killed and a hop, skip, and a jump away from carving out secrets that are probably better off buried.
Sure, the lack of his brother glaringly points at an Abandonment Complex: the only thing he ever knew leaving him in shitty streets full of mafia fuck-ups and other little kids dumpster diving, but that doesn't mean deep, deep down he wants to be hugged and nursed back to sanity and wellness. It just means all the way through he wants to be left the fuck alone.
ABILITIES: Using Mac-10s, he's good with guns and being a P.I., he's good at sneaking around, asking people questions, and catching people in incriminating circumstances. He gets a speed, strength, and stamina boost when he goes bonkers from not having cigarettes, but outside of that he's just a normal human. No engineering here.
POSSESSIONS: Coming to the void from the middle of a firefight is probably going to be more helpful than hurtful, really.
✔ 1 Saddle Bag (seen here)
Contents include: ✔ 2 Ingram Mac-10 Uzis (info)
✔ 4 Magazines of Ammo (32 rounds each)
✔ Minor Gun Cleaning Supplies
✔ 1 Large & Ugly Fur-Trimmed Winter Coat
Contents Include: ✔ 2 Cartons of Cigarettes
✖ No Lighters
✔ 1 4x5 Pad Of Notebook Paper
✖ No Pen
✔ 1 Helmet
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