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Brezz hates to see war boys dying because of silly mistakes (not bringing enough water/supplies and getting stranded to die in the desert) or from preventable things (tumours). Gotta make sure his friends get that shot at valhalla
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The best war boy oc i’ve come up with so far.
Brezz Age: 20 Position: Angry smol former lancer, currently a survivalist Height: 5′ 4″ Relationships/Affiliations: Curdzenwoy [former driver] Physical Appearance: Brezz is short and stocky, with a so called lumberjack’s build. He has a thick neck and square jaw. He wears the full forehead of black paint. Brezz has cut off his own nipples (they aren’t of any use to him so why have them?) and testicles (they’re only for breeding, and he ain’t no breeder). His arms and sides are prone to lumps, which he tries his best to cut out. There are scars all up and down him for that reason. He doesn’t see the use of scarifications or other decorations. Clothes/Accessories: Brezz collects bits of small chains, which he hangs on his belts and pants. He has a pair of gloves with broken-off kitchen knife blades affixed to the knuckles. Brezz wears a pair of goggles on his forehead and a thick scarf around his neck. Background/Personality [ combining these ]: Brezz came from the wretched, and was taken from them a little later than usual to become a war pup. His family had already imprinted the value of practicality on him; Brezz became almost obsessed about being the quickest, most efficient war boy in the citadel, making sure everything he did and could do benefited his fellow war boys.
He learned as many survival tactics as he could, training himself to be the perfect war boy. Brezz believes everyone has a niche to fill, but some niches - those of drivers and lancers and warriors - are better than others.
Once a lancer, Brezz abandoned that position after his driver, Curdzenwoy, crashed their car and became unable to drive anymore. He now aims to be an imperator, and “fix” life in the Citadel.
He looks down on war boys who grow crops and make food (”it’s a waste of water!!”), claiming scavenging, raiding and stealing is so much more efficient. Brezz is a big proponent of cannabalism, citing that the bodies of those who die soft are better as as meat than fertilizer for worthless crops. Brezz gives Shia-LaBeouf-style pep talks to the war boys who don’t fight.
He has a short fuse and is always ready to fight.
Other Information: Regarding Magic: the Gathering color identities, Brezz is Esper (white/blue/black, centered in blue)
So more n Brezz the angry smol - he sees anyone or anything that can't benefit himself or the citadel as a whole as useless. For this reason, Brezz has cut off his own nipples because they don't have any use, right?
[Drabble feat. my ocs, Curdzenwoy and Brezz] The sun has long set over the Citadel, and when Curdzenwoy finally slips out of the kitchen, Brezz is there to greet him. "You wanna go for a ride?" Brezz's face is stretched wide with a grin, deforming the nuts and bolts emblazoned on his cheeks. Curdz snorts and tries to brush the small lancer out of his way as he strides forward. Brezz dances to the side and grips his former driver's arm. "Oy! Come on, you know you want to," he says. "Ya gotta miss it. Gotta miss the thrill of driving, eh Greaser?" Brezz uses the name Curdz had earned in his time of being a black thumb; a name that called back memories of when he was a fellow kamikrazy war boy. "I don't miss hitting that rock either," Curdz says, even though his eyes are soft. "Don't mi-iss getting my head konked and not being able to think straight." "We won't hit any rocks. I promise." Brezz pulls Curdzenwoy around to face him. "I'm a sharp lookout." He watches Curdz unconsciously trace the steering wheels scarred onto his belly and feels a shot of triumph. "We can take that lanky fellow's car and slip out. Just you and me, driver and lancer, going to go out with a bang, huh?" He's smiling wide and soft, being as friendly as he could possibly be. Butter him up. Curdzenwoy purses his lips and sighs. "Well, gee Brezz, I would sure lo-ve to but I don't think the great V8 had that in mind for me with that om-" "Again with the blasted omen!" Brezz reaches up and grips Curdz's shoulders. "You think your path in life is gonna be making food?!" His temper snaps. Here he was, trying to lead a poor misinformed war boy back to the path that would take him to Valhalla, and he didn't want it. "Disgraceful!" "I saw it, Brezz!" Curdzenwoy pulls his former lancer's hands off his body. "Great big steerin' wheel, lit up all yellow and white like a big wheel of cheese! It was sp- it- tellin' me I-" "Shut up!" Brezz socks Curdz in the jaw, and Curdz socks him back. They fight there in the hall, Brezz screaming incoherently and swinging his bladed brass knuckles everywhere except Curdz. Curdzenwoy stands through it, glaring at the small angry lancer as his anger winds down. The lancer was fearsome at first, but easily tires. "I ain't drivin'." He steps back and kicks Brezz in the nuts. Brezz gasps for air. "I'm trying to /help/ you." "Never again. In fact, I don't even rea-lly wanna do black thumb work again." Curdz smiles. "Rather die soft doing what I can, anyways." fortunatekohl
Crap I've gone and made another oc... His name is Brezz and he's Curdz's former lancer. Brezz came from the wretched, and is fairly shor for a war boy (5' 5"). His temper is as shirt as his stature - Brezz is the sort who would fight anything at any time, anywhere, for any reason. He's especially mad at Curdzenwoy for crashing their car. He thinks Curdz is basically useless since he can't drive. Brezz was the one who gave Curdzenwoy that name; chanting "curds and whey, curdz and whey" at him when Brezz discovered Curdz had become a cheesemaker. Haven't figured out what he looks like, but I do know he has several cobbled-together weapons, including bladed brass knuckles, that he uses liberally.
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Comment: m.akif.karadas said "#brezza#senegal :))"
Dibujo Hecho Por Mi....#BrezZ @ibrezz me a inspirado para hacer este cartoon... BrezZ si lo miras solo quiero decirte que me inspiras y eres super talentoso! ♥
What Up guys! :) Here my new illustration this time inspired on RayRay from Mindless Behavior. I hope u like it and help me to share my works please :). See u later.
