ello i’m mae!! thx for putting up with buddy he is literally the worst. come luv him!
[ TW; violence, implied murder ]
( TARON EGERTON. TWENTY-SEVEN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, BUDDY FRANCIS is more commonly known as MARY. they’ve been living in newton for TWO MONTHS and are currently a PRIEST-IN-TRAINING. some say they are ERRATIC & SADISTIC but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re CAPTIVATING & COQUETTISH. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear POACHER’S PRIDE by NICOLE DOLLANGANGER playing from their window. ( bitten crosses, horrid giggles, hands in pockets not his own )
☆ maniacal, volatile, saccharine; often found behind the church with a cigarette between teeth a little too sharp, giggling a giggle a little too feral; answers to buddy, bud, mary, sweetheart; ☆
BUDDY FRANCIS was born into hardship in east end london; his father was prone to violence, his mother was an escapist, who would take buddy down to the most expensive streets to stare in at shop windows they could barely afford to touch; they taught him the importance of money and extravagance and the inevitability of violence.
he learnt to be very manipulative from a very young age. he could (and still can) cry on command and would often tug on his mother’s heartstrings to get what he wanted, be it at her expense or not. he couldn’t, and can’t, understand the concept of remorse or really distinguish between right and wrong, which is why the family’s weekly visits to their local catholic church inspired a feverish obsession with religion and the answers he thought it held
his adolescence was spent half in the city, street fighting and learning the swing of his infamous charm, half within the walls of the church, studying scripture; he believes in god, he believes in violence, he holds them hand in hand as equals. he’s all for excess hedonism, the gold gilded cross and the thick layer of dust settled atop; he loves grit and glamour
when his parents went missing, so did buddy, under the guise of a mission to ask the lord for answers in their disappearance. ask him about it and he has a script at hand all about the grief he knows he should feel - in reality, he had a far bigger role to play than he lets on
since, he has hopped community to community, country to country, wreaking havoc whilst appearing holier than thou; underground, his reputation is no secret. an unnerving creature with a knack for sleight of hand and a dimpled pout to get him anywhere, he’s a weasel for hire
now he’s a catholic-priest-in-training, without allegiances or enemies, starting afresh once more
buddy is incredibly flirtatious and has never been ashamed of his attraction to men. his blue eyes and always perfectly rollered hair means he can appear like a doe-eyed and naive church boy whenever he wants to
he’s got a highly obsessive and addictive personality, but gets bored easily- people are like playthings to him and he has no problems with betrayal
he loves to read; he can often be found with a paperback stuffed in his pocket next to knuckledusters and a lighter. in many ways he reads fiction to try and understand other people, since he can’t quite figure out emotion on his own
he can be much more violent than those who dismiss him and his docile façade, and seems to be devoid of empathy. he’s known for his laugh, loud and musical but manic and mad - everything is a game, everything is for him
carries a knife beneath neatly buttoned shirts and suspenders
but also has a soft spot for knitted sweaters ? idk him
☆ will update with wc/aesthetics etc cos i cannot help myself but hmu to plot !! he is bearable i promise
