PCs:Bavou B. Faost
Speech: Heavily accented Undercommon - Romini/Adomkuro Flare.
|Noticeable are several ill-fitting Tattoos. Some are artsy, colorful, others just plain, simple and badly done. . . . .|
. . . . .Many other unusual, asymmetrical Tattoos covering most of his pale, gray skin. . . . .
Chapter I.1 - Background.
"Spendin' dze last Five or Six years in dze Verloghokbol pokey fer sumthin' so blatant, so inane can be frustratin' fer a young up 'nd comin' chap like me.
Dze idea was, ta try ma luck in dze big V., either wittem Guards, as a Pimp or a Trafficka'. Or all three in One.
Chapter I.2 - The Talented Roughneck, Mister F.
"Two Revelations, Brodda'.
When I was a youngsta' I quickly found out dzat I was diff'rent. Same, same as ma Folks, but specshial. Here it goes:
Yeah, I know I'm a Tuff Guy, I can fall wit'out hurtin' ma self. I can cut ma self wit'out bleedin' dzat much, I can even heal minor wounds by a mere Touch..
Chapter I.3 - Must be true Love.
"Ma first few came inna Cell I spent dze major'ty of ma time in. Two fat Roachis. Atta first I gave 'em Names, loofly as dzey were. "Explicit" 'nd "Lyrik". As natshure has 'tis way, dzey did it like li'l roachis do 'nd bekomm more. Jus' like rodent, only dzat dzey're bugs. Doesn' sound wise or sharp I know. Soon I cuud naet keep count, nor distinguish dzem from each oddaer. As if 't was a pact, I attractid cockroachis of all sizes, of all colors, of all descend. Dzey were wit' me all dze time. Crawling even inside me. More 'nd mo'. Taday, I know, why dzey're inside me.
Realizing dzere's nae hunger or t'ffirst anymo'. Dzey feed, I feel replet'd. Dzey giff me strengt'ff, naet just company. When I die, 'nd Dagat'ff keeps me in his Cycle, 'nd a Wankaer opens ma gut.... Oh I wuud loof ta see dzat face! One last feast fer ma looflees 'nd me. I'ma am dzeir Alpha 'nd dzeir Omega.
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