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Bowie O'Donnell

A sweet chunky gator who just wants to share his Cajun home cooking and vibe. To bad he's in the middle of a zombie apocalypse with little to do except look for supplies, survivors, get high, and vibe. Doesn't sound all that bad really, at least the last part.

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Bowie O'Donnell

he / him . a cinnamon roll . thicc bean


Bowie is a sweet cinnamon roll of a gator that loves to cook and bring a 'mouth full of joy' to anyone he runs into. Hence why he decided to get into the food truck business.

He's usually a very quiet fellow, but loves to sing while he cooks or sorts about through his collection of knick knacks. If he gets rather close or comfortable with someone, he does become quite chatty and less timid and shy.

He doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He'd rather avoid conflict all together if he can and is often the first to say sorry in the only ways he knows how, which are to cook for the other, find something he thinks the other would like, offer a 'smoke n' vibe', or simply hug the other and 'purr' [he just does low rumbling, but he calls it purring].

nicknames Bow . Gator
gender Male
sexuality G A Y
age 26
species Black Caiman
occupation Food Truck Cook
height 7'4" [standing]
length 16' [nose to tail]

likes
  • Flowers
  • Colored Sand
  • Beach/River Glass
dislikes
  • Loud noises
  • The 'stuff that's s'pose ta be inside ya, not out'
  • Being startled for a laugh at his own expense

tidbits


  • His uncle raised him out on the Bayou somewhere in the backwaters of Louisiana
  • He doesn't know of his mother or father, nor if he has siblings
  • Generally gets along with [or tries to] with anyone
  • Doesn't get along with those who don't/can't/won't respect his space, things, or cooking
  • Laid back, go with the flow, kind of personality
  • Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll
  • He wears a ring on his right thumb and one on his left intex finger
  • His piercings are tongue, bridge, dolphin bites, nose [on left side], and horizontal eyebrow [right side]
  • He also wears a 'wish bracelet' on his right ankle
  • He has a tattoo of a [WIP] located [WIP]
  • He has two voice claims, one for his normal voice and one for his singing voice

Skills
  • Cooking
  • Foraging
Strengths
  • great at making a meal out of scraps of ingredients
  • can I.D. harmful wild plants from the 'good eats'
Weaknesses
  • is a bit squeamish at the sight of blood
  • has a hard time communicating needs/wants/ideas/thoughts

story


Bowie is a large gator raised in the backwaters of Louisiana. He knows how to scavenge about for food and make a home cooked meal when needed thanks to being raised out in the middle of nowhere with his uncle as his only mentor. The scars on his body are from a childhood [when he was in his teens] from an airboat accident.

He never knew any of his other family as, from what his uncle managed to get out before getting to upset, is that there was a terrible accident that took the lives of both his parents. He can't quite remember the details of what type of accident and he never pried for more info.

He's a sweet, kindhearted fool that had wanted to make a food truck business with his home cooked cajun meals as well as a florist/'herb' seller on the side.

Before the outbreak, he was making an effort to have a food truck business to share the foods he grew up with since they 'brought his mouth joy' and wanted to share that joy with others.

After the outbreak took hold, he found a quiet spot to beef up his lil' food truck to be more well suited for the longer travels and possible need to ram things. He doesn't use it unless he's picking up and moving to a new location to camp out as it causes to much noise, but it's a decent quick getaway if things become a little spicy until he can find a good place to fortify and call home.

Before the boarders were closed, he was traveling into the region [Flint]. By the time he realized something bad was going on, it was to late to leave and so he found a secluded area out in the woods and hunkered down in his truck till he felt it was time to go gather supplies and find some answers in what happened. By living out in the woods, he managed to stay safe from the first year of the outbreak. Being secluded, away from anyone, he has a hard time to communicate. Everything from his own thoughts and feelings, to his wants and needs, which leave him feeling frustrated or upset.

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