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Player Information

Name: Justyne
Age: 40. I've gone forward in time 18 years. I'm writing this from the year 2030. Air conditioned shoes sound good in theory. But in practice they make you trip a lot and look like an idiot. Don't do it.
Current Characters: The one who causes problems on a smaller scale than Travis Bell and the dippy blonde.
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Character Information

Name: Jacuzzi Splot
Age: Late teens
Fandom: Baccano!
Appearance:

Jacuzzi mostly looks like a rather unremarkable American teenager. He's got messy brown hair, and brown eyes and light skin. His posture is generally lacking, and he slouches often. Sure, he's got a weird taste in fashion (boy, what are you wearing, is that a plaid vest and a cummerbund???) but it's the 1930s. We can't all run around in fancy suits, especially when you're a criminal and all. And he makes some weird faces, too. He's perfectly unremarkable.

Oh except for that sword tattoo on the left side of his face. But, yeah, that's it.

[x] [x] [x]
look at this cutie isn't he adorable

History: His tiny itty bitty section in the characters wiki ; Baccano! wiki
Canon Point: After disembarking the Flying Pussyfoot.
Personality:

Jacuzzi Splot is a crybaby. No way around it, he cries sometimes. A lot. Almost always. This is a kid you can't expect much from. Or so a lot of people would think.

Jacuzzi Splot is the bravest coward in the world. Almost everything terrifies him, and when I say terrifies, I mean it's enough to make the poor kid cry. He cringes at the slightest provocation, and even his smiles look like he's afraid someone's going to hit him. It's almost pathetic, really. The kid's got some severe anxiety issues, leaving him apologizing for every move and crying at every scare.

It's hard to believe he's co-leader of a gang of bootleggers during the prohibition that took down 18 mafia speakeasies in one night. Or that he's got a small army of people who will come and beat the shit out of you if you fuck with him. Or that Jacuzzi--with no delusions like Claire, no immortality like Czes, no training like Chane, no guns like half the goddamn train, no... whatever you want to call it that Isaac and Miria have--manages to out badass every single person in the series.

Jacuzzi is nothing if not sincere. It's obvious how he feels, more so than any character I've ever seen. When he's upset, he cries. When he's happy, he smiles. And when he's worried, he voices it. There's something about a sincerity like that that has to be based in goodness. Jacuzzi is always full of the best of intentions. He might get scared, but he always does his best to do what he thinks is right. If it means getting a tattoo on his face for his scarred girlfriend, he'll do it. If it means trying to protect someone actively hurting him, he'll do it. If it means taking out mafia territory in revenge for his dead eight friends, he will fucking do it.

If it means turning himself in for a ransom, he'll do that too. And that's where the draw to the kid comes from. Jacuzzi's sincerity extends to how much he cares about people. When he believes someone is good, there's no changing his mind. He'll care about that person, and do so with more honesty than you'd think someone so easily scared could manage. When it comes to matters of friendship, Jacuzzi never thinks about himself. Nice says it always leaves him at a loss, but it also leaves him with a lot of friends to back him up.

And it's true. Jacuzzi's gang really cares about him. Later in the series, when Chane is held for ransom and Jacuzzi goes to turn himself in, the members of the gang who are in New York with him all show up after him, despite the note saying that he should come alone and his insistence that he has to. When reminded of this fact, they all respond without blinking that they came alone, too. In a show of the closeness of the group, Jacuzzi notices that one of their number is not a normal member of the gang just by his voice. Jacuzzi's gang of bootleggers? Yeah, they're close.

Jacuzzi's balanced out by his partner and co-leader of the gang, Nice Holystone. Where he's timid and scared, she's more outgoing and adventurous, with a fondness of things that could blow things sky high even after her accident that left her covered in scars. No matter how incompatible the pair might seem, they work better together than apart. She keeps him on his feet and he keeps her from getting arrested.

In all his timid nature and easily scared life, Jacuzzi still has the potential in him to be a brave motherfucker. In a show with a full cast of badasses, there are moments when Jacuzzi out badasses them all. He fights a man with a flame thrower on top of a train yielding only a single cherry bomb that comes out of his girlfriend's eye socket Nice why oh god why. He faces the Rail Tracer only moments later, severely injured, sure the monster was going to kill him, without batting an eyelash. And he turns himself over to be given to the Russo family, who wants him not only dead, but painfully dead, in order to save Chane Laforet, who he's barely known a few days. He can summon more courage in him in a second than most people can summon in their whole lives.

Courage and cowardice aside, there's one thing that's constant about Jacuzzi Splot: He's a complete and total derp. He and Nice have been a thing for ten years and he still hasn't kissed her. His philosophy on crying is something most people could never understand: he cries whenever he feels like crying so when he faces a day he needs to be brave, he'll have run out of tears and he can face it head on. When he realizes he's cried too much, he says he's cried for Nice as well, so she won't have to cry when she's sad. He ignores injuries trying to be a Big Damn Hero in the OVA but even then still shakes with fear. He's a comic relief more often than he's not. When Claire reveals himself as the Rail Tracer, Jacuzzi is so startled he falls over. The kid's a dork, plain and simple. But despite being powerless in a world full of immortals, being afraid of everything, and being a bootlegging criminal, Jacuzzi manages pretty well to play the part of a hero.

Game Specific

Suitability:

Poor kid might seem weak as hell, emotionally and physically, but Jacuzzi's resilient. More than that, he can be pretty damn ballsy when he tries. When the Russo family killed his friends, Jacuzzi busted up eighteen of their speakeasies. In one night. And though he's from before this point in canon, he faces a man with a flamethrower trying to kill him on the roof of a train with nothing more than a cherrybomb. And right after that? He faces the Rail Tracer without any sign of fear.
Jacuzzi's a brave little fucker. As TV Tropes once said, he manages to out badass everyone in a show full of badasses. Don't mess with him.

Weapon:

Matching the design of the tattoo on his face, Jacuzzi will be equipped with a Flamberge (blah blah blah proper terminology one of these things). To make sure he's actually able to use it, it's only going to be a rapier. It's a formidable weapon when used properly.

Too bad he doesn't know how.

But that's okay, because Jacuzzi doesn't need weapons. He's got a gun in his heart.

... No, that's a lie, he needs this thing. The cool thing about a Flamberge is that when used properly, it can send vibrations through an opponent's weapon. According to wikipedia anyway. Jacuzzi's got two features that comes with his sword. The more afraid he is, the stronger these vibrations are, so when he strikes someone or something, the blow can possibly send what it connects with shaking like a cartoon character that's just been trapped in a giant, ringing bell.

Samples

Log/Third Person Sample:

Santa Destroy was terrifying enough just by existing. Even without the ranked fights, the UAA and the fact someone was always watching them, the place set Jacuzzi on edge. Why? Well, to start with, it wasn't home. Jacuzzi didn't so much miss any specific place.... but he missed his friends, definitely. He missed waking up to a house full of people he could trust and who'd tease him about his anxiety. He missed the familiarity of the 1930s. Technology had never been this advanced back home. Most of it floored him--this place. He didn't care so much that he was living in an abandoned house, he didn't care at all that every day was a struggle and any guy on the street could be a mugger. He was used to that. It barely passed as a thought in his head, aside from a brief worry if he was out alone at night. He minded that the house was empty.

The dangers of the city itself, people aside, didn't bother him. Walking across the beach was like walking around any room where Nice had set up shop. All he had to do was be careful where he stepped, or he'd have more identifying markings than his tattoo. He'd gotten used to explosives everywhere in the last ten years. Maybe it was strange to be afraid of everything except for the stuff that shanks you or blows you up.

The idea of betraying anybody he met made the place ten times worse. Jacuzzi wasn't the kind of guy who that kind of thing would sit well with. You didn't just turn on people. The idea of turning on anybody made him sick to his stomach. The idea of being turned on--something that he did his best to avoid, that most people wouldn't even think of just because it was Jacuzzi--left him shaking. (Then again, what didn't?)

He didn't like this place. He didn't like it's rules. He didn't like having to hurt anyone that hadn't hurt him or his friends first. All he knew was that he had to stop it. If it meant getting to the top, if it meant waiting at the bottom, if it meant seeking the UAA out of his own accord, he'd do it.

... Even if it scared him to tears.

Journal Entry/First Person Sample: Just take this