#bushcamping

An overnight camping trip north of Kiruna in northern Sweden. Kiruna is located about 145km north of the arctic circle, and I was about 50km north of that. Kiruna is the northernmost town in Sweden, situated in the province of Lapland.

BASICS  !

NAME . Rémi Bonfils Chaput  NICKNAME : Spy, Spook, Rembo (by exactly one person), Snorts, Zoro, Pops (not recommended), Croissant Boy, bitch tits mcgee, Stab Bastard, Imp, Running boy, Speedy and several other things in french(Michael) AGE .  57 (OLD) SPECIES . Human

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .  lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION .  It’s complicated. Spy is secretly Jewish but was raised Catholic, but he doesn’t consider himself a practicing either. Because his job is murder. So like. SINS .  greed / gluttony / sloth / lust- “Is it a sin to be charming? Fuck off.” / pride / envy / wrath .  VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness (”nice” is not the same as kind and also...I mean I wanted to give him at LEAST one) / patience / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES .Speak and Understand Fluently: English, French, Russian, German, Dutch, Spanish, Mandarin, Czech, Polish, Irish Gaelic, Latin, Italian, Japanese

Read/Write Fluently: Latin, French, German, Polish, Spanish, Dutch, Currently working on Japanese.

SECRETS . The only thing that isn’t a secret is that he has many secrets. Also that he’s a mass murdering casanova chainsmoker.

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 6′0′? I might be off by half an inch, but he has .5 to 1 inch on Scout.

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . Yes. If you get up close to him and squint, you can make out faded facial scarring, for starters. What you can’t see is significant chin and forehead scarring, burnt portions of his head and neck- and it just gets worse. He hasn’t retained much scarring from the gravel wars because of respawn, but his nose- were it to be seen, has clearly been broken several times. His body is a wonderland. Of some pretty horrific scarring. THis will change and be added to but for now the couple most significant ones: There’s an ugly brand of a coat of arms on his hip. Even uglier by clear attempts to brand over/burn it. It’s pretty much unrecognizable at this point which is a happy accident. His left arm has some serious burn scarring/tissue in a specific spot. It’s pretty rectangular. He wears a thin brace over it.

ABILITIES  /  POWERS . In addition to his game abilities, Spy can mimic voices incredibly well, do the Hannibal egg crack into frying pan, and has been extensively trained in several hand to hand disciplines, his upper body strength is actually good. His legs used to be stronger, he can read most attempts at deception, he is consistently able to make babies laugh or quiet down.  RESTRICTIONS . His lungs are pretty fucked ngl. Even with Medic already probably replacing them once, he’s just not in stellar shape. Spy has severe PTSD and several incapacitating phobias, his liver also isn’t great, he’s an insomniac, and his body generally hates him. He doesn’t trust easily, but is not at his best when working alone.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Ratatouille.   DRINK .  Red Wine, bourbon, water PIZZA TOPPING . Mushrooms and olives with spinach COLOR . Does Mother of Pearl count? MUSIC GENRE . Yes. He might pretend to only have the most dignified tastes but he’s actually surprisingly un-picky genre wise. He DOES have a soft spot for showtunes BOOK GENRE . Fantasy, adventure, romance, war stories, comic books and manga but you’re not getting him to admit THAT MOVIE GENRE . Musicals, noire, drama, French Films, romantic comedies, superhero/monster films, he likes movies CURSE WORD .  Putain SCENTS . Cinnamon. The kind so intense it hurts your nose.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP . Top unless he trusts you/loves you as much as he does Scout’s Ma. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . He doesn’t sing in the shower. 

He performs.

LIKES PUNS . Yes. And wordplay in general.

Tagged By: @bushcamping so long ago and somehow I didn’t remember to do it which boggles me

【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】

And after hours of battle, silence fell upon the battlefield. It was deafening compared to the endless noise of shooting and yelling from before, but Scout was relieved and glad. Not for the silence itself, or to be sitting within the RED’s base by his friends’ side, but for their work to be over. Long and hard they had fought, and now, within the quiet, he started to feel tired. Not mentally – no, he felt like he still had the energy to stay up for hours to come – but physically. As if each part of his body was sore after what seemed endless fighting, running and yelling that he had done just minutes earlier.  And worse was the heat: with the sun setting over the desert, the heat seemed to become stronger, lingering between the buildings owned both by BLU and RED, and Scout wished for the night to fall so it could bring cold winds and fresher air. But for now, all that he had was his soda. Heat and tiredness had gotten worse, and he lifted the soda can to his lips. He must’ve had hold it for too long, distracted while chatting with Sniper, and eventually, what had been a fresh drink now was a disgustingly sweet mixture of sugar and whatever else composed Bonk!. The liquid left a bittersweet taste in his mouth – so bad it had been, that Scout would’ve preferred to remain thirsty than to keep drinking from the can.  While Sniper spoke, he turned the can around, letting the content of the warm Bonk! spill onto the ground. He watched the soda seep between the sand grains, and for once, he was glad of getting rid of a drink he usually had loved so much before. He only looked back up once he had noticed that Sniper fell into silence. He didn’t know if Sniper was waiting for an answer or if he had just finished speaking – but whatever which one it had been, Scout had a much more important matter on his mind.