HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM

NAME : Levi Aguado NICKNAME : N/A AGE : 59 SPECIES : human

PERSONAL !

MORALITY : chaotic neutral RELIGION : agnostic SINS : greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES : chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES : english, spanish SECRETS :  i reckon most people don’t know what he actually does for a living. he doesn’t talk about the fact he has a kid, either.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD : scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT : 6′6″ SCARS / BIRTHMARKS : he has several scars, a lot  on his face, most noticeably. he has several of varying sizes all over ABILITIES / POWERS : he’s really good with guns and knives. he relies more on his durability and strength in a close fight, though. RESTRICTIONS : kind of too big for his own good; it makes it almost impossible to sneak around in a closed space. he’s also getting older and feeling it.

FAVORITES !

FOOD : bacon PIZZA TOPPING : jalapeños and sausage COLOR : brown MUSIC GENRE : country MOVIE GENRE : westerns CURSE WORD : fuck SCENTS : smoke

FUN STUFF !

TOP OR BOTTOM : top SINGS IN THE SHOWER : sometimes LIKES PUNS : no, no he doesn’t

tagged by: @carla-jean-moss

–@noiseofthunder​

     “My husband surrounds himself with killers.” Delores notes this so simply it is as though she remarked today was particularly cloudless. Though, to her this had been a fact. Salvatore, having been a hit-man himself in the past - highly regarded by his Uncle-esque figure, the deceased Don Cannizaro, preferred to keep the best of the best on hand. 

     “Mr. Aguado, might you be a killer?” Of course, there is no doubt in her mind that the tall man before her is.

          “ I look like a killer to you? ”  He’s sure that he does; he thinks so, too. But he doesn’t care to go around sharing this, or confirming it, at least, even if he’s  fairly certain that Delores already knows the answer to her question.

                      “  Jus’ cos she was a cunt  doesn’ mean she was wrong .  “     They’re two very distinct things .     You can be an absolute bitch ,    but still be right – it’s just harder for people to swallow in those cases .     “  Yeah ,    I forgot my contacts at home .     But listen papito ,    how ‘bout I buy ya a drink ta make up for it ??  “

@noiseofthunder clickie’d for’a quickie !!

“Oh, I, well…” Arienette tries to laugh it right off, claps hands together in front of her– ends up emoting somewhere in that uncanny valley of surrender and delirium. “This is– do you know, much, about cars?”

God, it’s hot out here. And the fact she’s wearing a get up that would suggest she’s headed to a circa-1920s SPEAKEASY certainly doesn’t help her cause to not look manic, at all… but that damned car she’s talking about is pulled over, smoke billowing out from under the hood; her mascara is running; she busted to toe of her heels by giving the rear bumper a good ol’ kick…

“Mine’s, uh…” She’s only smoking her cigarette out of that dramatic holder because it came with the costume, and it’s half of one she hasn’t been able to get out of the damn thing, and it does feel just a bit better to be able to use it to point at her poor ol’ junker sat by a cactus. “It’s a bit… steamed up…” so’s she…

          “ Well, darlin’, that ain’t steam, that’s smoke. ”  It probably isn’t very nice of him to explain this, maybe it even sounds condescending, but he’s not all that mindful of people’s feelings all the time.  “ And I know enough to tell you it ain’t good. ”  He laughs at this, as if it’s some funny joke.

          “ Look, now, I’m enough of a gentleman to offer you a ride to your, uh, wherever the hell you’re goin’ in that get-up, ”  he’s one to talk about outdated fashion, looking like he stepped straight out of a western,  “ but I ain’t so much ‘a one to try fixin’ that heap out here in this sun. ”  His beat up old pickup is parked just across the isolated road.