Damagutz
| Age 43 |
| Gender Male |
| Occupation Butcher and Bruiser |
"Don't be thinking that will kill me. Nah. Not me. Pound of meat and sleep? I'm back rightful like. It'll sting, yeah. Once I get up on my feet, you're eating bottles." - Damagutz
An attitude of mayhem follows those who don't suffer long term consequences for their wild abandon for their well being.
If you can walk it off better than anyone else, you accept that licking your wounds is an expense you're willing to pay. Again. And again. And yet again.
Stubborn as a tic. Brash as a braying donkey. Persistent as kudzu.
Damagutz is available for hire as a handyman, bruiser, butcher and general good for something as a good for nothing.
Damagutz is wanted for ruining pubs and their patrons, as well as petty crime for his resilient lifestyle and mercurial outbursts of standing up for himself and only himself.
When the flesh can mend from bruise, cut, dismemberment yet the mind cannot suffer an insult, imagined or otherwise, that affliction is known as Damagutz. Temporary company are won with sincere displays of good nature, temporary enemies are lost with sincere displays of humbling, with Damagutz unafraid to take one step forward and two steps back just to make sure that his boot will make that step on someone's face first.
"If you're not able to get kicked about for your principles, then you're just flying in the breeze mate. Just a sign on a butcher's that aint willing to serve all the cuts that's got to be carved up proper. See else, some strong breath of some high falootin', oh so nice and fancy talk and you'll be carried off, like that, gone. All cause you aint never taken a kicking for saying nah. Not on. See, I got a spine and a jaw, and I break 'em regular. But I break 'em for me, right? If you aint jutting your jaw, sticking your neck out, putting your boot in doors, doing what needs to be done to earn a little respect from yourself, what's the bloody point? Eh? I ask you! I'll tell you! This round? It's on you if you lose this throw of bones." - Damagutz
An attitude of mayhem follows those who don't suffer long term consequences for their wild abandon for their well being.
If you can walk it off better than anyone else, you accept that licking your wounds is an expense you're willing to pay. Again. And again. And yet again.
Stubborn as a tic. Brash as a braying donkey. Persistent as kudzu.
Damagutz is available for hire as a handyman, bruiser, butcher and general good for something as a good for nothing.
Damagutz is wanted for ruining pubs and their patrons, as well as petty crime for his resilient lifestyle and mercurial outbursts of standing up for himself and only himself.
When the flesh can mend from bruise, cut, dismemberment yet the mind cannot suffer an insult, imagined or otherwise, that affliction is known as Damagutz. Temporary company are won with sincere displays of good nature, temporary enemies are lost with sincere displays of humbling, with Damagutz unafraid to take one step forward and two steps back just to make sure that his boot will make that step on someone's face first.
"If you're not able to get kicked about for your principles, then you're just flying in the breeze mate. Just a sign on a butcher's that aint willing to serve all the cuts that's got to be carved up proper. See else, some strong breath of some high falootin', oh so nice and fancy talk and you'll be carried off, like that, gone. All cause you aint never taken a kicking for saying nah. Not on. See, I got a spine and a jaw, and I break 'em regular. But I break 'em for me, right? If you aint jutting your jaw, sticking your neck out, putting your boot in doors, doing what needs to be done to earn a little respect from yourself, what's the bloody point? Eh? I ask you! I'll tell you! This round? It's on you if you lose this throw of bones." - Damagutz
Appearance
| Height 5"4 |
| Build Staunch labourer |
| Hair Oil slick black |
| Eyes One chestnut, one bloodshot red |
A hunk of meat with a mouth that doesn't close, tusks used like people gesture with hands, a stub of crude metal in his ear like a nail in a coffin. Shirtless and unfeeling of cold, strapped leather and singular metal shoulder armour piece swept wildly with abrasion. A singular leather rectangle lives at his back, the butchering knife within looked after better than Damagutz does himself.
Personality
Kegs of shroudgems are less potent to wildness than he. Loyal to himself, his words, and his sense of rightness and wrongness. Utterly resilient and accepting of hardship, completely committed towards temporary comforts being temporary. Whole heartedly are distractions are employed. Whole heartedly are stories told, laughs had, and windows viewed as a means of exit and re-emergance. Larger than life, all bite as he barks, willing to sweat in labour but never from anxiety, indecision is barred from lurking in his skull.
Skills
Butcher
Bare Knuckle Boxer
Labourer
Amateur Gambler
Bouncer, Bruiser, Bastard
Bare Knuckle Boxer
Labourer
Amateur Gambler
Bouncer, Bruiser, Bastard