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Chain-Smokin' An' Gun-Totin' All The Way!
Created on 2007-07-10 17:44:28 (#13349738), last updated 2007-08-30
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Basic Info| Name: | Nicholas D. Wolfwood |
|---|---|
| Location: | Hell's New Army Basecamp, Hell |
Bio(RP Journal Played by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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(Disclaimer: Much to my dissapointment, I do not own Wolfwood. I also understand that he is sadly, not real, but in fact a character created for the 'Trigun' manga by Yasuhiro Nightow. This may make me really depressed... but it also protects me from the 'powers-that-be' who may be inclined to sue me. And an extra note - I do not not not make any money from this roleplay... actually I do not make any cash at all... it'd be pointless sueing me.)
CHARACTER STATS
Name: Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Fandom: Trigun
Age: 21 (but appears older)
S.O.: Um... Ghey... Very much so...but really only for one guy especially for certain permiscuous samurai.
Physique: Tall, Slim, Tanned and Well Toned with Broad Shoulders.
Hair: Black, Shortish with Long Fringe.
Eyes: Vary in Colour... almost Black (steel grey-blue) normally but fade through Light Blue to Amber during the heat of battle.
Distinguishing Features: Almost always looks Vaguely Unkempt with Stubble and Unruly Hair, also is hardly ever without a Cigarette in his mouth (be it lit or not).
Outfit: Black Suit, White Shirt and Smart White Shoes.
Accessories: Full-size Cloth-covered Cross (Actually a 'Punisher' Gun), Squarish Sunglasses.
On Arriving In Hell: A flash of black fell downwards and a cloud of sand billowed up from where it landed. As the dust cleared something could vaguely be seen through the haze: a pair of black-trousered legs and smart white shoes sticking awkwardly out of a dune.
The dune made a strangled 'Argh' noise and the feet gave a kick. There was a small flurry of grit and a figure emerged from the pile of sand. The battered form pulled itself into a standing position, coughed and dug a pair of sunglasses out of its pocket. A sigh could be heard as it viewed its surroundings.
Moments later, as if as an afterthought, something large, odd-shaped and heavy fell from the sky and landed on the dishevelled figure. There was a dull thunk as the cloth-wrapped item hit it on the head and knocked it out cold.
lil_lost_kitten @ hell_army)(Disclaimer: Much to my dissapointment, I do not own Wolfwood. I also understand that he is sadly, not real, but in fact a character created for the 'Trigun' manga by Yasuhiro Nightow. This may make me really depressed... but it also protects me from the 'powers-that-be' who may be inclined to sue me. And an extra note - I do not not not make any money from this roleplay... actually I do not make any cash at all... it'd be pointless sueing me.)
CHARACTER STATS
Name: Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Fandom: Trigun
Age: 21 (but appears older)
S.O.: Um... Ghey... Very much so...
Physique: Tall, Slim, Tanned and Well Toned with Broad Shoulders.
Hair: Black, Shortish with Long Fringe.
Eyes: Vary in Colour... almost Black (steel grey-blue) normally but fade through Light Blue to Amber during the heat of battle.
Distinguishing Features: Almost always looks Vaguely Unkempt with Stubble and Unruly Hair, also is hardly ever without a Cigarette in his mouth (be it lit or not).
Outfit: Black Suit, White Shirt and Smart White Shoes.
Accessories: Full-size Cloth-covered Cross (Actually a 'Punisher' Gun), Squarish Sunglasses.
On Arriving In Hell: A flash of black fell downwards and a cloud of sand billowed up from where it landed. As the dust cleared something could vaguely be seen through the haze: a pair of black-trousered legs and smart white shoes sticking awkwardly out of a dune.
The dune made a strangled 'Argh' noise and the feet gave a kick. There was a small flurry of grit and a figure emerged from the pile of sand. The battered form pulled itself into a standing position, coughed and dug a pair of sunglasses out of its pocket. A sigh could be heard as it viewed its surroundings.
Moments later, as if as an afterthought, something large, odd-shaped and heavy fell from the sky and landed on the dishevelled figure. There was a dull thunk as the cloth-wrapped item hit it on the head and knocked it out cold.
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big guns, cigarettes, comfy beds, drinking, feeling needed, fighting, food fights, home, honour, losing my temper, noodles, not being dead, permiscuous samurai, protecting others, punisher guns, reminiscing, sake, smoking, spikey, udon, vash the stampede, whiskey, yukimura sanada
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