Real Name: Badou Nails
Weapon: Gun uzi,pistol
Age: (Assumed) 23
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green [Wears an eye patch over his right eye.]
Height: 1.90
Backstory
[Undergoing loooong overdue re-write.]
Personality
Badou takes no stake in heroics. At the first sign of danger, he will either duck for cover or turn tail and run for his ever-loving life. It's not a great life or anything but, as he sees it, he's got all the right holes in his body already and he's not looking for any more. Unfortunately for him, he has insanely ****** luck. Though he hates being dragged into fights most of the time, he always ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and if he can't outrun the danger he gets his ass handed to him pretty hard. This doesn’t mean that he's a wimp though. Badou is defiant to the point of possible mental retardation. He doesn't submit to anyone, ever, even if all he can do is complain and beg for smokes. (Everyone's gotta go sometime, right?)
With certain people, he can be about as loud, vulgar and whiny as they come, especially when it hasn't been his day (which is usually the case, but not necessarily so). Other than that, he's fairly devil-may-care and easy to get along with. Badou is also more perceptive than might be generally assumed from his attitude. He's not the best PI in the world, but he's got a good idea of what's going on in the underground and who's involved, especially when it comes to gangs and their relations with one another. He's street smart, and he's got the instincts of a journalist. Except, you know, a journalist who has to live. He doesn't know enough to get into the real dirt about the level below, but it's not as if he doesn't want to know despite the risks.
Getting back to his ~sweet and accepting~ personality, he knows most of his friends could snap and kill him with great ease, but to Badou everyone is just human. He tries not to worry much about things that happened in peoples' pasts - what they've done, what they could do - unless they start to affect him personally. Though he's still looking for his brother himself, the extent to which it effects him isn't immediately apparent to most people. Sure, he's got family issues, but who doesn’t?
He might wear his morals a little loose, but he's still a comparatively decent person in the end, which counts for a lot more in a world where almost everyone and their mom...isn't.
That is, unless he runs out of cigarettes.
Taking a cigarette away from Badou is about as smart as pulling the pin on a hand grenade and playing hot potato with it. Once he runs out of nicotine, it's a good idea to stay the hell out of his way. Badou will most likely put several dozen holes in whatever has been pissing him off most recently and not stop until a) he kills everyone, b) he finds another cigarette or c) he kills everyone AND finds another cigarette. In this state, he is absolutely ******* insane and extreme caution or a boot to the face are strongly advised.
Weapon: Gun uzi,pistol
Age: (Assumed) 23
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green [Wears an eye patch over his right eye.]
Height: 1.90
Backstory
[Undergoing loooong overdue re-write.]
Personality
Badou takes no stake in heroics. At the first sign of danger, he will either duck for cover or turn tail and run for his ever-loving life. It's not a great life or anything but, as he sees it, he's got all the right holes in his body already and he's not looking for any more. Unfortunately for him, he has insanely ****** luck. Though he hates being dragged into fights most of the time, he always ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and if he can't outrun the danger he gets his ass handed to him pretty hard. This doesn’t mean that he's a wimp though. Badou is defiant to the point of possible mental retardation. He doesn't submit to anyone, ever, even if all he can do is complain and beg for smokes. (Everyone's gotta go sometime, right?)
With certain people, he can be about as loud, vulgar and whiny as they come, especially when it hasn't been his day (which is usually the case, but not necessarily so). Other than that, he's fairly devil-may-care and easy to get along with. Badou is also more perceptive than might be generally assumed from his attitude. He's not the best PI in the world, but he's got a good idea of what's going on in the underground and who's involved, especially when it comes to gangs and their relations with one another. He's street smart, and he's got the instincts of a journalist. Except, you know, a journalist who has to live. He doesn't know enough to get into the real dirt about the level below, but it's not as if he doesn't want to know despite the risks.
Getting back to his ~sweet and accepting~ personality, he knows most of his friends could snap and kill him with great ease, but to Badou everyone is just human. He tries not to worry much about things that happened in peoples' pasts - what they've done, what they could do - unless they start to affect him personally. Though he's still looking for his brother himself, the extent to which it effects him isn't immediately apparent to most people. Sure, he's got family issues, but who doesn’t?
He might wear his morals a little loose, but he's still a comparatively decent person in the end, which counts for a lot more in a world where almost everyone and their mom...isn't.
That is, unless he runs out of cigarettes.
Taking a cigarette away from Badou is about as smart as pulling the pin on a hand grenade and playing hot potato with it. Once he runs out of nicotine, it's a good idea to stay the hell out of his way. Badou will most likely put several dozen holes in whatever has been pissing him off most recently and not stop until a) he kills everyone, b) he finds another cigarette or c) he kills everyone AND finds another cigarette. In this state, he is absolutely ******* insane and extreme caution or a boot to the face are strongly advised.
