AU History: When a man and a woman fuck around but somehow still remain friends they somehow make two babies and work on child support-- Badou is born to an info broker mom and a questionable dad in Westerley and grows from a little guy into a slightly bigger little guy wanting nothing more than to survive and have a roof over his head. Can't survive on your dreams, unlike what his brother lectures on rooftops every other night. On a that's no moon with a scarcity of green that heals what actually ails you, Badou learns hard lessons just like any other boy: keep your head down, fight for what belongs to you until you can't or until you learn what's worth dying for (which he still has trouble with) and don't go for broke. His older brother does his best raising him when their parents inevitably fall to the wayside but he has his own dreams too. Somewhere out there someone has to care how the Company has handled a serial missing persons case from all of the planets, someone, out there, has to have some inkling as to what the government is up to-- somewhere, out there, there's a connection to soldiers in black masks seen at the scene of the crimes....Reporters have reputable sources, don't they? And the elder Nails had plenty in his little black book, ones who weren't so happy to squeal, to give him the story he wants to break to the heavens.
Ultimately the investigation into the Company, the (puppet) government, and what is suspected (and now known) to be their mysterious pet project leaves the elder Nails dead and Badou with a steep learners fee. From the tender age of 14 he raised himself, gaining odd jobs here and there in Old Town, stacking levels 2 and 3 warrants to his record as he grew, until he built up a reputation for brokering info to the highest bidder. (But never too high-- never again). He proceeds to exchange information between multiple parties-- from tunnel rats to scarbacks to killjoys-- all for a nice price. When the info isn't sweet enough he settles for investigating missing cats, cheating spouses, the like. Blackmail keeps his wallet fat and his calves trim. And when that didn't work out, he finds himself employed by a duo who would rather keep mum as the word: a scarback with a loli fetish and the queen of the Tunnels. He isn't stupid: he knows the jobs they send him on, turf wars and warrant busting, technically belong to the hard working resistance members. He's satisfied, for now, to brush off any membership to any party other than his own.
But his work with the scarback and the (not so self proclaimed) queen bring him ass to pavement with a man with one of those pasts that takes you beyond the tunnels-- to a place only rumored to be below. The scarback, Bishop, introduces him to someone who would end up being a prominent bane of his existence-- both professionally and in this clusterfuck of an adventure. Together Heine, Badou and two others with the same connection to that place, that project, kick up the dust of time and go down, down, down.
The faces of the Quad are clear cut as mud? However many faces they have at once? Not so much. From beneath them it devours.
CRAU: No.
Original History: Between squabbling nations and the ever-present and hungry race to the top, humanity has phone lines that reach space, have been able to make ‘sex dolls’ in the form of beings with DNA spliced between animal and human, and a government whose leader they’ve never seen. Their sacrifices have been their dignity, their safety and even their children. Especially their children. In a world where power hungry, agenda fueled people have robbed the Earth of four seasons, Badou was raised presumably by his older brother Dave. Within 100 plus chapters of the manga their parents have never been mentioned, and Dave is at least eight or more years older than Badou, thus it isn’t a stretch to assume the older Nails has raised him from a young age. For many years it was just Dave and Badou, the Nails brothers; Badou can attest to more or less being responsible for both of them when it comes to the more realistic issues, from bills to household chores to sewing up underwear.
Dave was a freelance journalist who, like this brother in a few years, sniffed at trouble until it snapped back at his heels, had a knack for trouble and goon throw downs, and caged cigarettes just as badly. The two of them scrapped to get by, (Badou would later complain how Dave couldn’t even do one household chore, thus he shouldered the responsibility), riding on the coattails of the justice Dave would discover in that seedy city. Badou, like many young boys in the face of an older, cool sibling, followed at Dave’s heels and picked up many’a thing about the city he ran around in. When Dave discovered too much in the serial missing person’s case (strange soldiers dressed in black who wielded katanas were seen in the area at the time of each crime) he was murdered. Badou in turn received a very steep learners fee in the form of the scar on his right hand and the removal of his right eye.
That was 7 years pre-canon, and in that time he’s had to fend for himself. He’s made a reputation for himself not just as an information broker for the highest bidder, but also as a private investigator and hired gun. Despite his efforts to stay away from cases and information that could get him killed again, Badou finds himself drawn into the underground, a rumored ‘underneath the underneath’. Beneath this city lies a deeper, much darker swirl of political sandtraps, a genetically engineered kindergarten of children forced to kill and never to die, the laughter of one mad, mad woman, and most importantly, the answers Badou is looking for. Too bad for him he’s once again bitten off more than he can chew. The good news is, this time he isn’t alone: he’s got a crew, tangled together in this web, who are good at taking on the leftovers.
Inventory: [2] Mac 10s [7] Cigarette packs [3] Plastic lighters [1] Camera [2] Hip holsters [1] Hunting knife [4] Ammo cartridges
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When a man and a woman fuck around but somehow still remain friends they somehow make two babies and work on child support-- Badou is born to an info broker mom and a questionable dad in Westerley and grows from a little guy into a slightly bigger little guy wanting nothing more than to survive and have a roof over his head. Can't survive on your dreams, unlike what his brother lectures on rooftops every other night. On a
that's nomoon with a scarcity of green that heals what actually ails you, Badou learns hard lessons just like any other boy: keep your head down, fight for what belongs to you until you can't or until you learn what's worth dying for (which he still has trouble with) anddon'tgo for broke. His older brother does his best raising him when their parents inevitably fall to the wayside but he has his own dreams too. Somewhere out there someone has to care how the Company has handled a serial missing persons case from all of the planets, someone, out there, has to have some inkling as to what the government is up to-- somewhere, out there, there's a connection to soldiers in black masks seen at the scene of the crimes....Reporters have reputable sources, don't they? And the elder Nails had plenty in his little black book, ones who weren't so happy to squeal, to give him the story he wants to break to the heavens.Ultimately the investigation into the Company, the (puppet) government, and what is suspected (and now known) to be their mysterious pet project leaves the elder Nails dead and Badou with a steep learners fee. From the tender age of 14 he raised himself, gaining odd jobs here and there in Old Town, stacking levels 2 and 3 warrants to his record as he grew, until he built up a reputation for brokering info to the highest bidder. (But never too high-- never again). He proceeds to exchange information between multiple parties-- from tunnel rats to scarbacks to killjoys-- all for a nice price. When the info isn't sweet enough he settles for investigating missing cats, cheating spouses, the like. Blackmail keeps his wallet fat and his calves trim. And when that didn't work out, he finds himself employed by a duo who would rather keep mum as the word: a scarback with a loli fetish and the queen of the Tunnels. He isn't stupid: he knows the jobs they send him on, turf wars and warrant busting, technically belong to the hard working resistance members. He's satisfied, for now, to brush off any membership to any party other than his own.
But his work with the scarback and the (not so self proclaimed) queen bring him ass to pavement with a man with one of those pasts that takes you beyond the tunnels-- to a place only rumored to be below. The scarback, Bishop, introduces him to someone who would end up being a prominent bane of his existence-- both professionally and in this clusterfuck of an adventure. Together Heine, Badou and two others with the same connection to that place, that project, kick up the dust of time and go down, down, down.
The faces of the Quad are clear cut as mud? However many faces they have at once? Not so much. From beneath them it devours.
CRAU: No.
Original History:
Between squabbling nations and the ever-present and hungry race to the top, humanity has phone lines that reach space, have been able to make ‘sex dolls’ in the form of beings with DNA spliced between animal and human, and a government whose leader they’ve never seen. Their sacrifices have been their dignity, their safety and even their children. Especially their children. In a world where power hungry, agenda fueled people have robbed the Earth of four seasons, Badou was raised presumably by his older brother Dave. Within 100 plus chapters of the manga their parents have never been mentioned, and Dave is at least eight or more years older than Badou, thus it isn’t a stretch to assume the older Nails has raised him from a young age. For many years it was just Dave and Badou, the Nails brothers; Badou can attest to more or less being responsible for both of them when it comes to the more realistic issues, from bills to household chores to sewing up underwear.
Dave was a freelance journalist who, like this brother in a few years, sniffed at trouble until it snapped back at his heels, had a knack for trouble and goon throw downs, and caged cigarettes just as badly. The two of them scrapped to get by, (Badou would later complain how Dave couldn’t even do one household chore, thus he shouldered the responsibility), riding on the coattails of the justice Dave would discover in that seedy city. Badou, like many young boys in the face of an older, cool sibling, followed at Dave’s heels and picked up many’a thing about the city he ran around in. When Dave discovered too much in the serial missing person’s case (strange soldiers dressed in black who wielded katanas were seen in the area at the time of each crime) he was murdered. Badou in turn received a very steep learners fee in the form of the scar on his right hand and the removal of his right eye.
That was 7 years pre-canon, and in that time he’s had to fend for himself. He’s made a reputation for himself not just as an information broker for the highest bidder, but also as a private investigator and hired gun. Despite his efforts to stay away from cases and information that could get him killed again, Badou finds himself drawn into the underground, a rumored ‘underneath the underneath’. Beneath this city lies a deeper, much darker swirl of political sandtraps, a genetically engineered kindergarten of children forced to kill and never to die, the laughter of one mad, mad woman, and most importantly, the answers Badou is looking for. Too bad for him he’s once again bitten off more than he can chew. The good news is, this time he isn’t alone: he’s got a crew, tangled together in this web, who are good at taking on the leftovers.
Inventory:
[2] Mac 10s
[7] Cigarette packs
[3] Plastic lighters
[1] Camera
[2] Hip holsters
[1] Hunting knife
[4] Ammo cartridges
Samples: TDM
Toplevel TDM
something action-y from a different game
If this isn't enough I can write out another sample it's no biggie!
Miscellaneous Notes:
I got a big nothing captain.