#you'd expect me to start with norman because he's my main oc

[riflewounds]

= Tony Durant, the introduction =

Okay I should maybe finally introduce my idiot (affectionate) of a gunman turned bodyguard, since you gonna see him during whumptober (if I get around to writing stuff, that is). Words are a bit hard so please forgive me for the stream of consciousness dumbassery you are about to read. This is a long post, continued under the cut.

Oh and he's mostly a whumpee. Capable of both caretaker and whumper if situation calls for it.

So his name is Tony Durant. It's not his real name, he's left that behind, along with any and all family he had. I'll touch on that bit later, I promise. Durant is in his early to mid thirties. Another of the things he willingly forgot was his birthday, so these days he runs around with a random date. Did I mention he has multiple identities? Yeah. Aside from Tony Durant, there are two main identities he uses, and these are Silvester Nash (outgoing and mostly normal in a socially acceptable way, specifically designed to deal with clerks and cashiers) and Mark Shughart (calm and collected with a dash of confidence, this one is for dealing with authority, especially cops).

Durant's actual personality is a dumpster fire. Well *he* is an entire dumpster fire, but we'll get to that. Earlier on in his life, he was a little gremlin, he loved to pull pranks and be a menace in general, while also highly competent and extremely skilled at his job. He was a bit reckless and fiercely protective of whoever hired him. The job being 'shoot first, ask questions later, make sure the guy who hired him is okay and happy with his performance'. Durant had two notable employers, one is Lishka (I don't know much about this one, just that they were really nice and their death fucked Durant up) and Fuchs. Fuchs deserves an entire introduction of his own, but long story short, he's a terrible boss, possessive, abusive, and generally a cunt. The one true whumper I have. You're gonna see him too. Lishka's death sent Durant into a messy two-week self-destructive spiral that ended with him breaking into Fuchs' hideout to nurse his wounds, and that's how they met. And since Durant was desperate for a new job, he signed with Fuchs. Little did he know, the next two and a half years would be living hell for him.

Sorry for that tangent, back to Durant's current personality. Over time he's developed some deep abandonment issues, since his employers have this little nasty habit of dying and of course he blames himself for it. He's paid to keep them alive, to protect them with his own body and gun, and then they croak and he's devastated. So after meeting Fuchs, he fell into his old bad habit of needing to please his boss, whatever that may entail. I'm not going to go into details because they're highly nsfw, but noncon was involved and Fuchs knew exactly what to say and do to mold Durant into whatever he wanted him to be. This entire shitshow left him with massive trust and abandonment issues, but he's slowly working through it with the help of other people. Durant doesn't outwardly judge anyone, because he likes to have a job, and he'll put up with a lot of shit, but he has his limits, if Fuchs' fate is any evidence.

Appearance. Well you've seen some pictures, but that's usually just a bust. He's some 5'9", 160 pounds, lean, but soft in a few places. His face has a number of small cuts around his jawline because this dummy refuses to use a razor because they scare him. Instead, he shaves with a knife. Because those are somehow less scary. Eye color is grey (or very, very desaturated blue, if you need more realism), hair is black, rough and somehow still fluffy, reaches his shoulders and he keeps about half of it in a pony tail. Bangs obscure/hide his eyes, it's a bit of a protective measure because his eyes are very expressive and having hair in his face gives him a confidence boost. If you see his eyes, he either trusts you, or you're in deep shit. There's a nasty scar on his left thigh, up near the pelvis, the story behind it changes but usually involves a gun. And he's physically incapable of a poker face. Gun of choice is a CZ 75, manufactured in early 80s and imported after the fall of Iron Curtain. They have a bit of a bond and Durant feels like the gun is talking to him. Durant's greatest virtue and fatal flaw are loyalty. He's willing to follow his boss to the very ends of the earth if it means he'll be allowed to stay. Uh what else... Yeah he's pretty much hanging on by a thread.

Oh and I forgot, he's technically homeless, owns very little possessions (essentially just the clothes on his back, a lighter, several packs of cigarettes, some cash, his gun, and some ammo to feed the thing), travels by train and sleeps in the shittiest, seediest motels he can find. When he's working, he stays with his employer as much as he can, which means free shelter. Oh yeah and he smokes sort of heavily, like pack and a half a day. Cigarettes help him refocus, his mind tends to wander and lighting one requires some focus, even when the movements are mostly automatic. Oh and he's bi, with a preference towards men. But if he cares enough about someone, he's not picky (looking at you, Lishka.)

I gotta admit, I got the idea for Durant because I read a Lupin III fanfic called Karakuri Ningyō (please heed the tags if you decide to read it) and I liked how the author portrayed Jigen's circumstance. Another inspiration came from the series called The Woman Called Fujiko Mine, which is another piece of Lupin III media. Yeah. Basically Durant is a knockoff Jigen Daisuke. Because I felt bad whumping him in my fanfics.

I think that's all. Sorry for how convoluted it was, my brain is mush.