Buddy Foster
Sept 17, 2013 19:57:27 GMT
Post by Buddy Foster on Sept 17, 2013 19:57:27 GMT
Buddy Foster, The Black Bird
Name: Buddy Sue Foster
Code Name: While never having chosen an actual code name for himself, Buddy has a lot of nicknames; Horseshoe, Cricket, 13 and Charlie Brown being the most common.
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Birth Date: September 13th
Affiliation:
Occupation: Professional henchman. Former Taxi driver, dishwasher, security guard, bouncer, construction worker, cleaner, funfair ticket seller, fisherman (very briefly), plumber and more.
Age Looks: Mid thirties.
Appearance: Buddy have always been a big kid, and still is. Standing a full 6,2 tall and shaped like a truck, Buddy casts a long shadow wherever he goes. His hair is dirt brown often combed back in a slick. Nose have been broken quite a few times. Chin looks like something chiseled from stone, as can be said for most of his body. Rough and forceful.
Clothes changes depending on the situation, and Buddy have found himself in quite a few situations. His most preferred outfits, however, are a pin-striped custom tailored suit, and the other (a little more mundane) are big baggy hoodies in dark colors with matching pants.
Personality:
Survival of the... Well, Buddy. Having to take care of himself from an early age (due to a rather 'colorful' childhood), he developed a rather impressive survival instinct, which tends to guide his decisions on the go. React to the situation at hand, and deal with the consequences afterwards. It's an ongoing and rather troublesome process, but it has kept him alive so far.
Despite his legendary bad luck, Buddy is a hardcore optimist. In his world, bad spirits is something you buy from cheap bars by the bucket. While not afraid of swearing loudly given the chance, it's more of a temporary frustration, hardly affecting the greater picture.
While Buddy is not slow or dim-witted, he never cared much for books and school, and are therefor slightly uneducated. He does make up for this by having a true MYRIAD of semi-useless skills he's picked up from the large array of jobs he'd have to take in his time. A true jack of all trades, yet a master of none.
Background Info
Family: Mary-Sue Foster, Grandmother, die hard iron-lady. Mary-Sue could probably outlive Buddy if she'd bother to.
Victoria Foster, Mother. Disappeared roughly 12 years ago.
Father, unknown.
Background:
Buddy Sue Foster was born into a world that didn't really have room for him, neither physically nor metaphorically. His mother was a prostitute, and although she didn't get a lot of trouble with the local gangs and authorities, it wasn't exactly a graceful life. The apartment were small, often forcing Buddy out when Victoria had visitors, letting him entertain himself. Often he'd be sent to visit his grandmother in Gotham, who was blissfully unaware of her daughters profession. Mary-Sue, whom Buddy has his middle-name from, is a very strict old lady. Still, no matter what problems he got into, he knew there always was an extra bed and a blanket waiting for him there. The moment he was old enough, he was sent out to do various jobs wherever they needed an energetic young man.
Not doing very well at school, he mostly spent his time with the few friends he had. Larry, a childhood friend of his, would often get both of them into trouble of various kinds, certainly not helped by Buddy's, already at the time, famously bad luck. Although not a criminal at the time, Buddy was a troublemaker of impeccable quality. After being accused of so many misdeeds, he just didn't see the harm in actually DOING them. Then he'd at least get the benefits as well.
It all went bad a Thursday evening Buddy was tracking home from a night shift at the gas station. A couple of guys had decide to go rob the mall in the early hours, and our hero strolled by at the same time as the police arrived. Noticing Larry among the thieves, he was in the middle of the group when a brick was thrown in defense against the approaching cops. In the chaos thereafter, Buddy was dragged along with the rest of the 'gang', and due to his dubious history, was thrown into the locker with the rest. From there, it didn't take long before he was knees deep in the criminal environment of Gotham's underworld. He spend a few years working as a henchman for Oswald Cobblepot, but after seeing no other option due to circumstances, he changed sides to the Joker.
He still visits Mary-Sue from time to time.
The rest of Buddy's story is basically an enumeration of injuries, tragedies and late shifts.
Abilities
Powers/abilities:
Buddy is not supernatural in any way, but his turntable luck appears as close to something extra dimensional as anything can be, often leading him to think there might be both a demon and an angel watching him, constantly tucking him in their respective directions. When one gains momentum, the other is sure to pull harder soon after.
Strengths:
-Very Fit: No matter what jobs Buddy had, he always went to the gym. When he couldn't afford going to the gym, he lifted tables with thesauruses on top. While not a human peak athlete or a superhero, he's by far stronger than the average Jack and Jane on the street.
-Extreme Durability: While not bulletproof at all, Buddy have on multiple occasions survived where it shouldn't have been possible. Falling from buildings, broken bones, infections, even a few punctured organs. Like some kind of monument of nature, Buddy survives whatever is thrown at him. The same can sadly not be said about his home, clothing, dignity and even social contacts.
-Cool Headed: Simply put; Buddy is deviously hard to agitate. Trying to take everything as just a bump on the road, he's collected and dedicated, only quitting against overwhelming odds.
-Versatile and adaptable: When your luck has a tendency of running afoul on a whim, you gotta be ready to move on equally short notice. And being able to draw on a long history of various odd jobs and assignments, he's build up quite a repertoire of merits and skills. He have been caught flat-footed a few times, one episode in particular involving wooden canes and canines, though it's all a little fuzzy.
Weaknesses:
-Simple Minded: Although not stupid, he is rather uncouth and lacks any form of formal education. He's a fairly simple man with simple needs.
-Unhealthily Unfortunate: Book series containing several volumes couldn't describe the misfortunes Buddy have had to face, all on account of bad luck. Surviving a drop by landing on a shipment of old mattresses, only to later find out he scratched himself on one of the rusty springs, bed-binding him with a nasty infection. Another, quite humorous, happened during his dish washing days. After struggling for almost half an hour with cutting off the water supply from a leaking pipe, the oven caught on fire from being left alone, leaving Buddy unable to do anything due to the lacking water. Buddy does see the joke now, looking in hindsight, but wasn't a whole crapload of fun at the given time.
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add: Same player as Penguin.
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Yes.
Sample RP:
"No granny, i don't think so." Buddy shuffled a bit in the small armchair in his grandmothers apartment. Everything in here was either covered in fur or something equally fuzzy, smelling of menthol cigarettes and cheap perfume. It reminded him of his childhood, coming back here. It was nice to know that some things never changed. "Darn shame. Now boy don't just sit and stare, eat up! You'll be thinner than the darn top models if you keep up that farce." She patted him on the belly as she waddled by him into the bedroom. Well, not really a pat, more like the kind of slap you give a camel if it drifts off in thought. Buddy smiled a bit. He'd already gulped down 7 pieces of pie, and now yet another was staring up at him from the Chinese porcelain plate. His phone vibrated in his chest-pocket. Fishing it out with one hand, the other in the middle of a complicated balance act with the pie, he peered down at the display. A text from a colleague in the Iceberg Lounge. "Uh, grams, i gotta go. It's a work thing." In response, Mary-Sue made a sharp comment about bosses and their severe lack of notion for private life, but that was as close an accept you'd ever get from her.
The air was chilling, not just to the bone, but straight through the other end of the skin. Buddy jumped a bit on the spot, scouting the street from left to right, then back left. The text had given him a specific location and time for him to pick up a package. Easy job though. Just ensure that the delivery was performed safe and sound. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around on his axis, he looked straight into the face of four masked men, armed with baseball bats and knives.
"Wallet." The leader stated with a grin. More like a statement than an order.
"Crap." Buddy replied.