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Post by gruvee on Dec 22, 2016 19:03:40 GMT
Significant FeaturesHis lazy eye, his left leg in a splint causing him to hobble around like a fucking retarded penguin, the black powder staining every orifice of his body, his missing ear. Oh, and the dynamite stick through his nose. Skills Explosives: Master Guns: Poor Melee Weapons: Poor (excluding spears) Athletics: Slow (Wears a leg brace) Scrapping/Crafting: Master Throwing: Adept Problem Solving: Blow it up Philosophy: A dumber version of Darwinism Likes Explosives Black Powder DIY Bombs The Anarchist's Cookbook
Dislikes People With Too Much Soldier Boys Men That Wear Skirts Bullets Premature Detonation Bigots Towns
Relations Legend You'd never pull the pin on me 'Salright sort Ain't gon' blow ya up Might test some of my stock on ya Yer gon be red paste soon 'nuff
Toaster: Picked me up after Buck dun poofed; darn good boss if a little screws loose, but then again, ain't we all? Pepper Pete: Cain't fergit 'bout ma own blood, brutha, just remind me to never try yer cookin' 'gain less I wanna lose ma insides. 'Boink': Ain't seen ol' Boinky the Bitch 'round camp, reckon he's off singin' like a little girl again. Boy needs to grow a sack cuz we could'a died to that soldier bitch thanks to him and his blue balls when it comes ta' shootin'. Greyshit/Gaystone: You'll git'chers soon ya nest'a hecklin' fiends.
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