This Ain't No Underground.... the_devils_see
P L A Y E R
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☓ Age: 23
☓ Other characters in The Devils See: N/A
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C H A R A C T E R
☓ Name: Badou Nails
☓ Series: DOGS:Bullets & Carnage
☓ Reference: DOGs Wiki i
☓ Canon point: I'll be taking him from around chapter 28. About the same time that the underground train crashes with the epic Dog Soldiers attacking (I may canon update at a later date if its allowed however.)
☓ Age: 20 year old Human male. Mentally he can still act about 15 at times.
☓ Personality:
I believe, that Badou's past is what shaped his adulthood the way it is today, so, in order to better understand his personality, I'll brief you on his history from when he was younger. (If need be, I can provide links to manga pages that confirm my written history.)
You never hear much about Badou's family, the only real glimpse of such, is when you learn about his older brother, Dave. He was hopeless, couldn't cook, clean or care for himself, so it all fell upon Badou's head to take care of the housework and such, even though he was the younger of the two. Badou and Dave lived a pretty humble life, never had much money, only what Dave's work could pay for them. Meager pickings to be perfectly honest. But they were happy, all they had was each other and they meant everything to each other, good friends, the lot, and that quiet bond of love between two brothers.
Dave was a journalist, chain smoker, and photographer, mostly taking whatever jobs took his fancy, or were readily available. Badou would follow his brother around everywhere he went, getting in his way half the time though, like a little lamb or lost puppy. Learning to be stealthy and silent, (though he fails at that when he's older) how to time your camera clicks just right, in order to capture the moment you'd been looking for, the moment that would snap you the money making photo. Dave was a chain smoker, never was he seen without a cigarette in his mouth, it was from seeing his older brother smoking so much, that enticed Badou into trying his first cigarette for himself.
Of course, Dave would slap him upside the head and tell him smoking was bad for him, hand him a lollipop instead (Which is a little trait Badou carries on, whenever he comes into contact with a child. Always hands them a lollipop.) Though, after his brothers death, Badou took to smoking, despite the health warnings his brother warned him of, he saw it as he was smoking the cigarettes his brother wouldn't be able to. Kind of a messed up tribute to him, I guess.
He was a scrawny little thing, with freckles and orange hair which only came to about jaw length at the time. It was when he was this young and little, when his brother had finished a mission, to take photographs and uncover a rather disturbing case, (he lived in a dystopian society after all, prostitution and rape, murder and gang violence, all sorts of organized crime surrounded them.) that they were attacked, by a gang Dave had upset with a report he'd submitted about them, tarnishing their reputation, and such an offence as this, gained a violent reaction. They were attacked in a quiet street, Badou escaped with his life, only just mind you. He was badly hurt, losing his right eye and in holding up his arms to defend his face, Badou ended up with the deep, nasty scars on his palms and arms. His brother? well, he was pronounced dead and Badou was left to mourn his loss.
This was when Badou had to really live for himself. Spending most of his time avoiding those that may have recognized him, from when he was younger, after all, how many one eyes, red head, chain smoking brats were there in this city? Most people wouldn't escape with their lives let alone just the loss of an eye. Badou took his brothers camera and, seeing as it was all he knew how to do, started off as a photographer and journalist himself. His reputation soon had him getting shoved the more mundane jobs, such as information brokering or private investigating. Jobs such as snapping photos of people getting up to no good, wives, husbands, the odd gang leader here, and with Badou's extremely bad luck, this often ended up with him running for his life away from some pissed off gang members.
The pay was hardly enough to survive on, unless he lucked out, but even then there was no security money involved. It wasn't until he teamed up with one Heine Rammsteiner, that he was offered the better jobs, the ones with more pay. On top of that, Badou worked the odd shift here and there in grocery store, it was that atmosphere that kept his softer side alive, seeing the families coming and going, giving candy to the children, yea, he has a soft heart under that foul mouth and stale smoke.
Its safe to say, that due to his past, Badou is pretty scared of 'The Underground' (a post-apocalyptic world where violence, crime, genetic manipulation and other cruel scientific experiments have become common. The experiments and those organizing them tend to live underground, deep in labs and unused underground buildings. its far too dangerous to go there and a lot of people don't even know it exists.) He hates any time that their work leads them down there, its where his partner Heine is from, and its the reason Dave got caught up with the wrong people in the first place.
And that, pretty much brings you up the the present Badou. Living his stressful life, fighting and working along side of Heine.
So, as you can tell, Badou's personality can change at the drop of a hat, though in saying that, nicotine normally has an awful lot to do with when and why he snaps. Serious nicotine withdrawals bring about the symptoms of being discomposed, and so Badou goes through stages before all hell is raised. The first stage of this, is agitation. He will become easily riled up, especially by Heine, though, Heine admits to riling him up on purpose, as its entertaining to watch. Then comes the manic-depressive stage. He'll cry and whine and act like an unhappy child, or just wallow in self pity over the lack of nicotine. Then, he practically becomes psychotic, all sense leaves him and the man has the most chilling, creepy and deranged laugh.
This is the calm before the storm, because if no nicotine is given to him, or his last hopes of it are taken away? Badou becomes fearlessly violent, here, see for yourself.
Badou is, for the most part, a reckless coward, its only when suffering from his nicotine withdrawals that he loses his cowardly demenor. Most of the time, he'd run, and run as fast as he can, to escape bullets, knives and whatever else is being aimed at him. His cowardly streak is deep set into his personality, so even when its not simply being faced with danger, Badou is prone to shy away and take an easier route. Such is exampled when he later on, is seen to go visit his dead brothers fiance. Her grief is too deep, that when she sees Badou, all she sees before her is Dave (his Brother/her fiance). She'll smile and tell him not to smoke, even give him a lollipop and say ' Give this to Badou for me' He doesn't have the heart to tell her Dave is gone and that he is Badou. Some would see this as being a coward, as he doesn't want to have to relive it himself, or to break her heart again. Then again, he's always tried to do all he can to run away from his past,as best he can.
He can be discourteous, brusque, lethargic and known to speak his mind if pushed. In saying that, he's normally pretty laid back, Badou would rather eat, smoke, drink and sleep than work or fight. He'll only step in to shut others up if he's had enough, or, if he's out of cigarettes and their arguing is stressing him out.
Badou is seen to be somewhat or a failure. He'll claim to be tough, but as soon as violence shows its face, he'll cower and hide if there is no place to run. The extent to his failing is endless, the first time you're introduced to Badou in canon, he's on a mission to take photos of a cheating married couple, yet he doesn't suspend himself correct from the roof of the building he's abseilling down and so, ends up witness to a Don of one of the larger Mafioso, caught in a rather humiliating sexual encounter. So what does Badou do? he takes a photo ... bringing me onto my next character trait, Badou the idiot!
I say this because there are times he does things that really make you stop and think, 'does this guy know the seriousness of his situation?' as he's been known to stop, if there is a fight going on around him and light up a cigarette if he can find one. He really would rather smoke over surviving sometimes it seems. But, that's just part of his obsessive personality trait too. Every addict is obsessed with something, most are lucky to have it just be their addiction, Badou is addicted to smoke too. If he's fighting and hasn't had a cigarette, he comments on how the gun powder smoke isn't all that bad, and is seen to get a rush of adrenaline from its scent.
Last but not least, Badou is a bit of a housewife. This roots all the way back to when he was a child and lived with his brother Dave. Badou used to do all the domestic stuff, cooking, cleaning, etc, he continues this, much to his little groups amazement, when he has a go at Heine for not being able to look after his clothes himself, after Nill pricks her finger trying to fix a button that's come off Heine's jacket. He takes some kind of pride in the fact he can do these domestic things, oh he's embarrassed, you can tell that from the way he holds his head up and closes his eyes, pride mixed with embarrassment looks odd, but he holds it down pretty well. This housewife attitude even extends to the way he looks after his partner Heine.
He's always calling him up, asking how his is, trying to hang out with him after and between jobs, though half the time they'll argue and pass insults between each other, (Its a violent bromance man!) but still, he'll get the food on his tab at the bar and make sure Heine has eaten his fill when he can help it. He's loyal to a fault too, once he's found his place and people that he cares for, Badou can't easily be cast aside. My final point about Badou, is his big heart. Caring and soft under all that dirty ginger hair and freckles, he'd rather make sure the people he's close to are safe and well, than look after himself, though he may complain and make himself out to be the hard done by one, its just a front, so that he seems not to care as much, his defence so that he doesn't get hurt.
☓ Abilities:
As I stated in his personality, Badou suffers from serious nicotine withdrawal symptoms. This is used as an advantage in battle. Heine is all for denying Badou as long as it takes, of his beloved nicotine, so that when the time comes, when he's pushed just that little too far, he'll explode like a the redhead time bomb he is. Its used pretty predictably in canon, when and where people take advantage of this ability he has to switch into Hulk mode. In saying that though, he wouldn't be half as productive in his rage, if he wasn't masterful with his MAC-10 submachine guns he owns, his beloved Ingrams.
Badou is lucky in all the right times, making it ironic that its his bad luck that winds him up in most of his predicaments. Luck for him though, is an ability, as he always, no matter what, seems to be able to come out on top, and people around him, that know him, know this. He'll always hit his targets from luck, as half the time when he goes berserka he's spinning around, jumping and laughing as the bullets come flying around him. In saying all this, if getting into trouble was an ability, Badou would have ace'd that too. He's always getting into trouble in some shape or form.
Another ability Badou has, is his long legs, made for running! this guy could outrun Forrest Gump! It might sound like a silly thing to list in his abilities, but seriously, Badou spends so much time fleeing one place or another, its a surprise that someone who smokes as constantly as him, can in fact run as much and far as he can, thus making it feel like he's just more physically stronger than he looks. Badou also has a kind of sixth sense ... only slightly, as whenever something bad is about to happen, he's been seen in canon to comment on it before hand, though most will just see it as him being paranoid, Badou will say that he knew it was going to happen and how he hates being right about the wrong kind of things.
And again, back to the housewife status he has. For a guy that has little to no money, Badou always manages to repair his cloths after fights, sure, they eat out pretty much all of this time when they do get paid, but that's not to say he's alright at basic cooking. His skills in the domestic area are mostly made up by his sewing abilities and his knowledge of random pointless facts such as what kind of needles to use to fix what kind of fabric, or what a certain stitch is called. You know, stuff that a guy like him doesn't look like they should know. Lastly I'd have to say his eating habits could class as an ability. The ability not to pass out, when having consumed nothing at all for four days solid and undergoing strain to the body such as running and fighting. Seriously, he starves for most of his canon time, then pigs out on a good few days worth of food when he can get is. How he doesn't pass out all the time is a miracle.
☓ Weaknesses:
Well without contradicting myself, Badou's addiction is his main weakness. Deprive him of nicotine for just long enough so that he doesn't go berserka, and he's pretty much pathetic. Also, he will and has been known to stop mid-fight to light up a cigarette, this has almost resulted in him being shot or killed a fair few times. Smoking also is the main cause as to why Badou is perpetually broke and the reason for him taking on so many jobs in the first place, even more legitimate jobs, such as looking for lost cats and so on. The lack of depth perception is a massive weakness to Badou, he wasn't born with this sight disability and so he will struggle more from time to time in adjusting to his partial sight loss. Badou doesn't shoot to kill, which can be be fatal for him, considering that its pretty much, 'dog eat dog' in the situations he finds himself in. You find this out whilst he's fighting the conductor, when he only shoots to wound those under the conductor's power, which the conductor then mocks him for this.
☓ Strengths:
Badou is in fact really good with people. His interpersonal skills might drift a little from the norm as far as morals go, but he never seems to lack the ability to get people chatting to him. Badou is the fastest guy around! seriously! for someone who smokes as much as he does, Badou can out run almost anyone in his canon, including sometimes the odd mafia car. Badou is quite a good shot, considering he uses machine guns, never has he killed, never has he hit any vital organs.
He is only just a human, un-tampered with, unlike most of his cast mates, so his strengths really aren't all that many.
☓ Intranet post sample:
[The camera comes on out of focus, so, for the first few moments, you'll see nothing but Badou fiddling with it, trying to get the zoom and lighting just right.]
Okay, that will have to do. No, no wait.
[More fiddling with the camera. In fact, it goes off and reboots a good few times. Cutting on and off between Badou swearing at it, before finally the set up is how he wants it.]
Heine, Heine! I know you're probably watching this you call A asshole! what the kind of shit have you gotten me into this time?! You better come save my ass right-fuckin' now! I'm not even jokin'! this shit's not worth the cash! And... its kinda freaky too... I mean, you noticed anythin' strange happening where you are?... Hey! that's a good point! Where the fuck are you man!?
☓ Log post sample:
A gasp of breath, spluttering and spitting, the drowned rat of a man surfaced in a violent crash of waves. Draping himself over a large rock that happened to be completely settled in the bed of the shore. Badou's tangled apricot hair settled, hanging heavy and waterlogged in a veil of dishevelled and unkempt long strands, shielding his face. Attempting to push the hair from his face, only to be denied this comfort as another violent crash of waves left the skinny man once more, arched over that rock. Covering his mouth, coughing up a small amount of water, his throat and lungs burned from the salty water that had been slowly drowning him, but once his chest was empty of the fluid, Badou tossed his hair, arching the small of his back to throw his head backwards, moving the hair from his face so that he could see. It was then, that he noticed a few people on the beach, just standing there, watching as if shocked or amazed at the sight of the man being washed up.
"What? you expectin' me to break out into song or somethin'? I'm not the little fuckin' mermaid y'know!"
After yelling the slight abusive comment to the bystanders, they soon left, though it possibly wasn't because of Badou's unfriendly rant... Collecting the few belongings he still had on his person, as they floated around like ship wreckage around him. Leaping off the rock and wading through the shallow waves, scooping up his eye patch and fastening it back over his empty right eyesocket. Spotting a cigarette as the tide tossed it around near a collective of seaweed. "N-nn-no!" The look of horror that spread over his face at seeing his beloved nicotine being washed away, was one of impending doom! As he splashed towards the bay, something heavy bumped his leg, from within the deep pocket of his long trench coat. Slipping a hand inside while the other grabbed the soggy cigarette, stepping onto the sandy shore and pulled the camera from his pocket. " Ohshi--!!" SNAP! the camera went off, capturing a photograph of the red head, but to be sure it was working, to be sure the water damage wasn't too bad, Badou flipped the camera around and switched the screen on. Yes! it was still working! Kissing the screen as he walked up farther along the beach, getting away from the waves that pulled the sand away from around his feet, making him sink on the spot. It was then, that Badou noticed ... he was not alone in the photograph. No, a small, sickly pale child with long, wet and tangled hair stood looming over him. Spinning on the spot, only to find no one was there. "Che, its bust, typical..."
Slapping the side of the camera, trying to make sure there was no water logged still inside of the machine, when once more, it went off with a blinding flash. Rubbing his eyes , Badou flipped to screen over, and once more to his horror, there was that pale face looming... its hands were set upon his shoulder. A moment of calm, as Badou turned, seeing that there was nothing behind him, before he felt the chill of someone, or something watching him... He screamed of course and ran like a girl, straight into one of the small buildings at the edge of the beach, possibly used as a changing room as there was wooded seats and a toilet. A toilet! yes! he kind of needed to go, what with his confusing and frightening arrival on the strange island. Belt undone, zip open and within seconds his trousers were at his ankles, it felt good to sit down on something dry. Speaking of dry, Badou found his lighter, lucky for him, it was still working and so he soon got to work on drying a cigarette he had found in the same pocket as the lighter. Sparking it up once the paper was crisp and setting it to his lips. Bliss. Pure divine bliss. Inhaling slowly as he finished his business, nothing could go wrong now, no, now that he had his nicotine everything was good in the world... right?
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" The scream was horrifying and so loud that it sent the birds gathered upon the telephone wires to take flight. Was it the ghost faced child from his photographs? maybe a hand coming up from the toilet? No... no something much worse than that... No toilet roll.
☓ Name:
☓ Personal journal: his_silhouette
☓ Age: 23
☓ Other characters in The Devils See: N/A
☓ Email:
☓ AIM/MSN/Yahoo! Messenger: (AIM:) Biteyou2death (Yahoo:) giantfishinabearsuit (Plurk:) Jakkun
C H A R A C T E R
☓ Name: Badou Nails
☓ Series: DOGS:Bullets & Carnage
☓ Reference: DOGs Wiki i
☓ Canon point: I'll be taking him from around chapter 28. About the same time that the underground train crashes with the epic Dog Soldiers attacking (I may canon update at a later date if its allowed however.)
☓ Age: 20 year old Human male. Mentally he can still act about 15 at times.
☓ Personality:
I believe, that Badou's past is what shaped his adulthood the way it is today, so, in order to better understand his personality, I'll brief you on his history from when he was younger. (If need be, I can provide links to manga pages that confirm my written history.)
You never hear much about Badou's family, the only real glimpse of such, is when you learn about his older brother, Dave. He was hopeless, couldn't cook, clean or care for himself, so it all fell upon Badou's head to take care of the housework and such, even though he was the younger of the two. Badou and Dave lived a pretty humble life, never had much money, only what Dave's work could pay for them. Meager pickings to be perfectly honest. But they were happy, all they had was each other and they meant everything to each other, good friends, the lot, and that quiet bond of love between two brothers.
Dave was a journalist, chain smoker, and photographer, mostly taking whatever jobs took his fancy, or were readily available. Badou would follow his brother around everywhere he went, getting in his way half the time though, like a little lamb or lost puppy. Learning to be stealthy and silent, (though he fails at that when he's older) how to time your camera clicks just right, in order to capture the moment you'd been looking for, the moment that would snap you the money making photo. Dave was a chain smoker, never was he seen without a cigarette in his mouth, it was from seeing his older brother smoking so much, that enticed Badou into trying his first cigarette for himself.
Of course, Dave would slap him upside the head and tell him smoking was bad for him, hand him a lollipop instead (Which is a little trait Badou carries on, whenever he comes into contact with a child. Always hands them a lollipop.) Though, after his brothers death, Badou took to smoking, despite the health warnings his brother warned him of, he saw it as he was smoking the cigarettes his brother wouldn't be able to. Kind of a messed up tribute to him, I guess.
He was a scrawny little thing, with freckles and orange hair which only came to about jaw length at the time. It was when he was this young and little, when his brother had finished a mission, to take photographs and uncover a rather disturbing case, (he lived in a dystopian society after all, prostitution and rape, murder and gang violence, all sorts of organized crime surrounded them.) that they were attacked, by a gang Dave had upset with a report he'd submitted about them, tarnishing their reputation, and such an offence as this, gained a violent reaction. They were attacked in a quiet street, Badou escaped with his life, only just mind you. He was badly hurt, losing his right eye and in holding up his arms to defend his face, Badou ended up with the deep, nasty scars on his palms and arms. His brother? well, he was pronounced dead and Badou was left to mourn his loss.
This was when Badou had to really live for himself. Spending most of his time avoiding those that may have recognized him, from when he was younger, after all, how many one eyes, red head, chain smoking brats were there in this city? Most people wouldn't escape with their lives let alone just the loss of an eye. Badou took his brothers camera and, seeing as it was all he knew how to do, started off as a photographer and journalist himself. His reputation soon had him getting shoved the more mundane jobs, such as information brokering or private investigating. Jobs such as snapping photos of people getting up to no good, wives, husbands, the odd gang leader here, and with Badou's extremely bad luck, this often ended up with him running for his life away from some pissed off gang members.
The pay was hardly enough to survive on, unless he lucked out, but even then there was no security money involved. It wasn't until he teamed up with one Heine Rammsteiner, that he was offered the better jobs, the ones with more pay. On top of that, Badou worked the odd shift here and there in grocery store, it was that atmosphere that kept his softer side alive, seeing the families coming and going, giving candy to the children, yea, he has a soft heart under that foul mouth and stale smoke.
Its safe to say, that due to his past, Badou is pretty scared of 'The Underground' (a post-apocalyptic world where violence, crime, genetic manipulation and other cruel scientific experiments have become common. The experiments and those organizing them tend to live underground, deep in labs and unused underground buildings. its far too dangerous to go there and a lot of people don't even know it exists.) He hates any time that their work leads them down there, its where his partner Heine is from, and its the reason Dave got caught up with the wrong people in the first place.
And that, pretty much brings you up the the present Badou. Living his stressful life, fighting and working along side of Heine.
So, as you can tell, Badou's personality can change at the drop of a hat, though in saying that, nicotine normally has an awful lot to do with when and why he snaps. Serious nicotine withdrawals bring about the symptoms of being discomposed, and so Badou goes through stages before all hell is raised. The first stage of this, is agitation. He will become easily riled up, especially by Heine, though, Heine admits to riling him up on purpose, as its entertaining to watch. Then comes the manic-depressive stage. He'll cry and whine and act like an unhappy child, or just wallow in self pity over the lack of nicotine. Then, he practically becomes psychotic, all sense leaves him and the man has the most chilling, creepy and deranged laugh.
This is the calm before the storm, because if no nicotine is given to him, or his last hopes of it are taken away? Badou becomes fearlessly violent, here, see for yourself.
Badou is, for the most part, a reckless coward, its only when suffering from his nicotine withdrawals that he loses his cowardly demenor. Most of the time, he'd run, and run as fast as he can, to escape bullets, knives and whatever else is being aimed at him. His cowardly streak is deep set into his personality, so even when its not simply being faced with danger, Badou is prone to shy away and take an easier route. Such is exampled when he later on, is seen to go visit his dead brothers fiance. Her grief is too deep, that when she sees Badou, all she sees before her is Dave (his Brother/her fiance). She'll smile and tell him not to smoke, even give him a lollipop and say ' Give this to Badou for me' He doesn't have the heart to tell her Dave is gone and that he is Badou. Some would see this as being a coward, as he doesn't want to have to relive it himself, or to break her heart again. Then again, he's always tried to do all he can to run away from his past,as best he can.
He can be discourteous, brusque, lethargic and known to speak his mind if pushed. In saying that, he's normally pretty laid back, Badou would rather eat, smoke, drink and sleep than work or fight. He'll only step in to shut others up if he's had enough, or, if he's out of cigarettes and their arguing is stressing him out.
Badou is seen to be somewhat or a failure. He'll claim to be tough, but as soon as violence shows its face, he'll cower and hide if there is no place to run. The extent to his failing is endless, the first time you're introduced to Badou in canon, he's on a mission to take photos of a cheating married couple, yet he doesn't suspend himself correct from the roof of the building he's abseilling down and so, ends up witness to a Don of one of the larger Mafioso, caught in a rather humiliating sexual encounter. So what does Badou do? he takes a photo ... bringing me onto my next character trait, Badou the idiot!
I say this because there are times he does things that really make you stop and think, 'does this guy know the seriousness of his situation?' as he's been known to stop, if there is a fight going on around him and light up a cigarette if he can find one. He really would rather smoke over surviving sometimes it seems. But, that's just part of his obsessive personality trait too. Every addict is obsessed with something, most are lucky to have it just be their addiction, Badou is addicted to smoke too. If he's fighting and hasn't had a cigarette, he comments on how the gun powder smoke isn't all that bad, and is seen to get a rush of adrenaline from its scent.
Last but not least, Badou is a bit of a housewife. This roots all the way back to when he was a child and lived with his brother Dave. Badou used to do all the domestic stuff, cooking, cleaning, etc, he continues this, much to his little groups amazement, when he has a go at Heine for not being able to look after his clothes himself, after Nill pricks her finger trying to fix a button that's come off Heine's jacket. He takes some kind of pride in the fact he can do these domestic things, oh he's embarrassed, you can tell that from the way he holds his head up and closes his eyes, pride mixed with embarrassment looks odd, but he holds it down pretty well. This housewife attitude even extends to the way he looks after his partner Heine.
He's always calling him up, asking how his is, trying to hang out with him after and between jobs, though half the time they'll argue and pass insults between each other, (Its a violent bromance man!) but still, he'll get the food on his tab at the bar and make sure Heine has eaten his fill when he can help it. He's loyal to a fault too, once he's found his place and people that he cares for, Badou can't easily be cast aside. My final point about Badou, is his big heart. Caring and soft under all that dirty ginger hair and freckles, he'd rather make sure the people he's close to are safe and well, than look after himself, though he may complain and make himself out to be the hard done by one, its just a front, so that he seems not to care as much, his defence so that he doesn't get hurt.
☓ Abilities:
As I stated in his personality, Badou suffers from serious nicotine withdrawal symptoms. This is used as an advantage in battle. Heine is all for denying Badou as long as it takes, of his beloved nicotine, so that when the time comes, when he's pushed just that little too far, he'll explode like a the redhead time bomb he is. Its used pretty predictably in canon, when and where people take advantage of this ability he has to switch into Hulk mode. In saying that though, he wouldn't be half as productive in his rage, if he wasn't masterful with his MAC-10 submachine guns he owns, his beloved Ingrams.
Badou is lucky in all the right times, making it ironic that its his bad luck that winds him up in most of his predicaments. Luck for him though, is an ability, as he always, no matter what, seems to be able to come out on top, and people around him, that know him, know this. He'll always hit his targets from luck, as half the time when he goes berserka he's spinning around, jumping and laughing as the bullets come flying around him. In saying all this, if getting into trouble was an ability, Badou would have ace'd that too. He's always getting into trouble in some shape or form.
Another ability Badou has, is his long legs, made for running! this guy could outrun Forrest Gump! It might sound like a silly thing to list in his abilities, but seriously, Badou spends so much time fleeing one place or another, its a surprise that someone who smokes as constantly as him, can in fact run as much and far as he can, thus making it feel like he's just more physically stronger than he looks. Badou also has a kind of sixth sense ... only slightly, as whenever something bad is about to happen, he's been seen in canon to comment on it before hand, though most will just see it as him being paranoid, Badou will say that he knew it was going to happen and how he hates being right about the wrong kind of things.
And again, back to the housewife status he has. For a guy that has little to no money, Badou always manages to repair his cloths after fights, sure, they eat out pretty much all of this time when they do get paid, but that's not to say he's alright at basic cooking. His skills in the domestic area are mostly made up by his sewing abilities and his knowledge of random pointless facts such as what kind of needles to use to fix what kind of fabric, or what a certain stitch is called. You know, stuff that a guy like him doesn't look like they should know. Lastly I'd have to say his eating habits could class as an ability. The ability not to pass out, when having consumed nothing at all for four days solid and undergoing strain to the body such as running and fighting. Seriously, he starves for most of his canon time, then pigs out on a good few days worth of food when he can get is. How he doesn't pass out all the time is a miracle.
☓ Weaknesses:
Well without contradicting myself, Badou's addiction is his main weakness. Deprive him of nicotine for just long enough so that he doesn't go berserka, and he's pretty much pathetic. Also, he will and has been known to stop mid-fight to light up a cigarette, this has almost resulted in him being shot or killed a fair few times. Smoking also is the main cause as to why Badou is perpetually broke and the reason for him taking on so many jobs in the first place, even more legitimate jobs, such as looking for lost cats and so on. The lack of depth perception is a massive weakness to Badou, he wasn't born with this sight disability and so he will struggle more from time to time in adjusting to his partial sight loss. Badou doesn't shoot to kill, which can be be fatal for him, considering that its pretty much, 'dog eat dog' in the situations he finds himself in. You find this out whilst he's fighting the conductor, when he only shoots to wound those under the conductor's power, which the conductor then mocks him for this.
☓ Strengths:
Badou is in fact really good with people. His interpersonal skills might drift a little from the norm as far as morals go, but he never seems to lack the ability to get people chatting to him. Badou is the fastest guy around! seriously! for someone who smokes as much as he does, Badou can out run almost anyone in his canon, including sometimes the odd mafia car. Badou is quite a good shot, considering he uses machine guns, never has he killed, never has he hit any vital organs.
He is only just a human, un-tampered with, unlike most of his cast mates, so his strengths really aren't all that many.
☓ Intranet post sample:
[The camera comes on out of focus, so, for the first few moments, you'll see nothing but Badou fiddling with it, trying to get the zoom and lighting just right.]
Okay, that will have to do. No, no wait.
[More fiddling with the camera. In fact, it goes off and reboots a good few times. Cutting on and off between Badou swearing at it, before finally the set up is how he wants it.]
Heine, Heine! I know you're probably watching this you call A asshole! what the kind of shit have you gotten me into this time?! You better come save my ass right-fuckin' now! I'm not even jokin'! this shit's not worth the cash! And... its kinda freaky too... I mean, you noticed anythin' strange happening where you are?... Hey! that's a good point! Where the fuck are you man!?
☓ Log post sample:
A gasp of breath, spluttering and spitting, the drowned rat of a man surfaced in a violent crash of waves. Draping himself over a large rock that happened to be completely settled in the bed of the shore. Badou's tangled apricot hair settled, hanging heavy and waterlogged in a veil of dishevelled and unkempt long strands, shielding his face. Attempting to push the hair from his face, only to be denied this comfort as another violent crash of waves left the skinny man once more, arched over that rock. Covering his mouth, coughing up a small amount of water, his throat and lungs burned from the salty water that had been slowly drowning him, but once his chest was empty of the fluid, Badou tossed his hair, arching the small of his back to throw his head backwards, moving the hair from his face so that he could see. It was then, that he noticed a few people on the beach, just standing there, watching as if shocked or amazed at the sight of the man being washed up.
"What? you expectin' me to break out into song or somethin'? I'm not the little fuckin' mermaid y'know!"
After yelling the slight abusive comment to the bystanders, they soon left, though it possibly wasn't because of Badou's unfriendly rant... Collecting the few belongings he still had on his person, as they floated around like ship wreckage around him. Leaping off the rock and wading through the shallow waves, scooping up his eye patch and fastening it back over his empty right eyesocket. Spotting a cigarette as the tide tossed it around near a collective of seaweed. "N-nn-no!" The look of horror that spread over his face at seeing his beloved nicotine being washed away, was one of impending doom! As he splashed towards the bay, something heavy bumped his leg, from within the deep pocket of his long trench coat. Slipping a hand inside while the other grabbed the soggy cigarette, stepping onto the sandy shore and pulled the camera from his pocket. " Ohshi--!!" SNAP! the camera went off, capturing a photograph of the red head, but to be sure it was working, to be sure the water damage wasn't too bad, Badou flipped the camera around and switched the screen on. Yes! it was still working! Kissing the screen as he walked up farther along the beach, getting away from the waves that pulled the sand away from around his feet, making him sink on the spot. It was then, that Badou noticed ... he was not alone in the photograph. No, a small, sickly pale child with long, wet and tangled hair stood looming over him. Spinning on the spot, only to find no one was there. "Che, its bust, typical..."
Slapping the side of the camera, trying to make sure there was no water logged still inside of the machine, when once more, it went off with a blinding flash. Rubbing his eyes , Badou flipped to screen over, and once more to his horror, there was that pale face looming... its hands were set upon his shoulder. A moment of calm, as Badou turned, seeing that there was nothing behind him, before he felt the chill of someone, or something watching him... He screamed of course and ran like a girl, straight into one of the small buildings at the edge of the beach, possibly used as a changing room as there was wooded seats and a toilet. A toilet! yes! he kind of needed to go, what with his confusing and frightening arrival on the strange island. Belt undone, zip open and within seconds his trousers were at his ankles, it felt good to sit down on something dry. Speaking of dry, Badou found his lighter, lucky for him, it was still working and so he soon got to work on drying a cigarette he had found in the same pocket as the lighter. Sparking it up once the paper was crisp and setting it to his lips. Bliss. Pure divine bliss. Inhaling slowly as he finished his business, nothing could go wrong now, no, now that he had his nicotine everything was good in the world... right?
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" The scream was horrifying and so loud that it sent the birds gathered upon the telephone wires to take flight. Was it the ghost faced child from his photographs? maybe a hand coming up from the toilet? No... no something much worse than that... No toilet roll.