#bammna

After discovering that @hungry-hobbits had a particular character that happened to strike all the right notes with me, I just kinda immediately HAD to draw their Gidjette with my girl Bammna. Here’s to hoping I did him justice.

Ohhhmy, of course! Thank you <3 They’re under the cut!

Coming right up!

While not really showing it a lot, and she would never tell anyone, Bammna wouldn’t ever ride along in (is it ride?) a boat. This is for the simple reason that she can’t swim. She’s simply too heavy. Shallow water is fine, as long as her feet keep touching the ground, but as soon as it reaches a certain point you won’t have her ‘boating’ anywhere.

Despite the fact that some think she has made use of steroids to get how she is now, Bammna is all natural. She doesn’t know herself why she is like this, and most of the time she doesn’t care to find out. Bam just blames it on working for ten to twelve hours a day, doing exceedingly simple and hard physical labor and working out next to that. 

Bammna, Bam for friends, has ended up in a very different place than originally expected of her. From the get-go she was talented and smart, also physically capable, and passed every class with exemplary notes. Not the best ones, but good ones. Aiming for the top, she joined the peacemakers after passing college, and there she also shone. 

Of course, doing good attracts attention. Less than two months after she’d joined she was snagged - during a patrol - by Inquest, and tortured to the point of losing her arms from the elbows down. The emotional and physical trauma inflicted then changed her in more than one way. Ever since then she had been prone to give in to violent tendencies, and her before calm mood took a 180 degrees turn. Now a passionate spitfire of a young woman, she attempted to join the peacemakers again after getting two augmented arms. She was too changed to be of proper service, and was honorably discharged. Having nowhere else to go, not counting staying at home and being lazy, she ended up in the slums. Here it was shown that even the great can fall far, and she got into gangs and fights every other week, never staying long and always on the run.  

After about one to two years of this she ended up in an underground boxing pit. Here she really saw that what happened down in the slums was far from good, but she still enjoyed participating and brawling. Unaware of the fact that foul play was a thing down there, she was demolished in her first round, and incapacitated for the rest of the tournament. 

Luckily for her, this knocked some sense back into her. 

She searched for help with her violence issues, and took a job at a scrapyard. In the end the job proved to be more help for her than any doctor could hope for, and she was asked to just keep doing that. She still works in the scrapyard, and added her own touch to her job of an Asura wrecking ball.  Using the fact that she had two augmented arms, she made herself a new pair. Or rather a pair of gauntlets to fit her augments into. These ‘Wreckers’ - or ‘Crash and Crush’ as she lovingly calls them - are basically giant fists with shielding added to them, allowing her to swing big and hit hard. The shielding on it is made to expand and contract based on minuscule movements with her hands, and over time she had become quite proficient with them. Of course, lugging around heavy metal gauntlets isn’t easy. Always physically capable and tall, this passive exercise has given her quite the gun show, which she of course thoroughly enjoys. 

🏹- For a talent they wish they had (Bammna)

The seaweed-haired woman considers for a moment and then grins, gesturing somewhat with her oversized metal hands. “Yano, bro, it’s weird but like, I’ve always wanted to be a baker, yano? Makin’ bread and stuff, smacking cookies into someone’s face. Whacking someone with a baguette. Sounds super cool to me!”She muses ahead for a second, then continues. “Would get me to make somethin’ instead of breaking it I guess, which is… cool. Making things is something I’d like to be able to do, yeah.”

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others (Zzyot)

The question draws a grumble out of the hulking chimerasura, who is very evidently not enjoying the fact that he got picked for this… questionnaire thing. He crosses his arms before speaking up, his voice (as ever) about as graceful as a chainsaw. “Fuckin’… Gess I be good at… I’unno…” An annoyed expression passes over his snouted face and he snarls softly before looking to the side.

Bam talking about being passionate:

The large woman on the other end of the table laugh uproariously at the question about passion. She leans in somewhat and does the ‘bro listen’ gesture, gesturing you closer. “Bro, this is a very random question to ask someone just outta the blue. You a reporter or something, a journalist? Nah don’t answer that…”Sighing some and leaning back, pursing her lips in a ponderous fashion, Bammna lilts her head to the side a little before speaking up. “Passion isss… duking it out with someone in the Underdome or Skrepp’s arena. You know, ducking and weaving, taking and giving punches, trying to outlast the other? Yeah bro, -that- is passion!” Again she thinks for a moment, tap-tap-tapping her metal fingers on the table.

“Doesn’t mean you gotta be -good- at it though. I mean look at me, I’m amazing and fucked up impressive and everything,” she doesn’t even cough, “but that doesn’t mean I’m good at fighting! I enjoy the shit out of it, sure, but -good-? Naaah, naaaah. Drinking though!” Adding deed to word she swigs down on the cheap-ass beer she was holding and empties the can.

“That answer your question, bro?”

Zzyot talking about feeling loved:

The hulking male looks across the counter, giving a menacing sort of frown at the question that was just asked. A low growl sounds as he sits up somewhat, yellow-golden eyes trained on you. “Th’ fuck’d ya wanna know ‘bout wha’ I think ‘bout feelin’ luv’d? Tha’s personal, yano.” *Grumbling, he taps a large claw on the counter before continuing.