Bahahahah, it's not even November yet and here I am, drawing winter stuff. This is Tony, my human-deer hybrid Soldier, and his pet cat Mauler. Deerbutt loves winter and likes to play around in the snow with his feline companion. :>

What’s this? A Medic on my Sniper blog? And a RED one? GASP. Bahaha, just practicin’ drawing different characters, so here, have a pic of my elder Medic OC, Johann Grim, aka Herr Grimmig or simply Mister Grim. Sorry about it’s crappiness. ;3;

Wandering Dingo

Red. 

Red dust.

It swirled and it danced, fluttering through the air in a cloud that threatened to coat everything in its path. Delicate little particles that helplessly swayed and drifted about to the invisible push and pull of air currents. It was a simple beauty, one that met his almost equally simple tastes. He wasn't exactly a very hard man to impress when it came to nature... It was just a shame that the color of red was more of an eyesore to him than it should be.

"Hhhhhnnnnnn- FFFFFF- CHOO!"

Charles grumbled, sniffling and lazily swatting at the dust that had been kicked up by his truck's tires and terrorizing his poor nose. Another day, another base swap, and another painfully long process of moving in. It was like a game of musical chairs with how much they moved him, it was laughable really. A contract was a contract though and the sea of faces that passed by with each new team was easily forgotten, barely a glance worth in his seemingly long time of service. He could live with it... so long as the money kept coming of course, he had a little nipper to take care of. Buying food for a picky little baby crocodile wasn't exactly cheap after all...

Letting out a huff, the blond merely began collecting a few items from his RV before he'd go in and make things official, 'new' Aussie and all that joyful nonsense. New teammates to avoid, new REDs ready to try to send his hide to Respawn with murderous glee. He could already feel the blades of enemy spies jabbing for his back, even right through his Razorback. The joys of being a BLU Sniper... "Ready George?" the dingo asks to seemingly no one in particular, but after a moment or two, there's a good bit of squirming within his very shirt and along a shoulder, a small lump that slowly makes its way on up to the collar of said clothing article.

Out pops a little scaly snout of green, soon followed by a pair of large, pale yellow eyes with slitted pupils. The reptile chirps, probably not much of an answer since he probably didn't understand a single word from the man but hey, it was good enough for Charles. "Yeh, me neither," the deadeye comments sympathetically with a small grin, giving his miniature companion a little affectionate chin rub before finally turning towards base. "Roight... time to meet the new neighbors." Now if only he could actually get his feet to cooperate and take him there...

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GASP! An RP post? It seems I finally found my courage... sorry for it being a bit short and having a lack of map detail but ya have whatever choice of desert based maps for those interested at least! I'll try to post back to any responses as soon as I can. ;3;

"'Appy 'Alloween mates~"

Happy early Halloween everyone. c:

I wanted to wait and everything but I'm going to a haunted cave thing tonight and I'm pretty damn giddy, so here, have a  FrankenSniper~ And yes, Charles is wearing a RED Sniper's shirt that he... 'borrowed'... What? Did you really think he would ruin one of his own shirts? It's funny as hell though cause he gets to confuse REDs and BLUs with this. >:y

OOC Anouncement Stuff

Uh... got an about page for those who want to know Charles a little better... 8I

http://misterbullseye.tumblr.com/aboutdingobutt

"George loikes kisses..."

Charles' pet croc is a 'bit' of a biter and likes to express his affections towards the Sniper by latching onto his mouth. The first time it happened was when the bushman was on vacation, away from any Medics who could help, and he made the mistake of trying to pull the reptile off instead of letting him hang there till the little derp felt like letting go. So don't be surprised if you see the BLU Aussie walking around with a baby crocodile hanging from his face, even during battle... 

(Also I'm sorry it took so long to reply and that there's no picture response for this, my brain derped so hard in the attempt to draw one. ;n;)

"Not 'appenin', mate..."

THE POWER OF PYRO COMPELS YOU. :U

[[Grumbling intensfies.]]

Grumpy cuddle buddies ftw. :y

Ever since I could remember,

Everything inside of me, Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh) I was never one for pretenders, Everything I tried to be, Just wouldn't settle in (oh oh oh oh) If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared? I get the feeling just because Everything I touch isn't dark enough That this problem lies in me I'm only a man with a candle to guide me, I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me. A monster, a monster, I've turned into a monster, A monster, a monster, And it keeps getting stronger. Can I clear my conscience, If I'm different from the rest, Do I have to run and hide? (oh oh oh oh) I never said that I want this, This burden came to me, And it's made its home inside (oh oh oh oh) If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared? I get the feeling just because, Everything I touch isn't dark enough That this problem lies in me I'm only a man with a candle to guide me, I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me. A monster, a monster, I've turned into a monster, A monster, a monster, And it keeps getting stronger. I'm only a man with a candle to guide me, I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me. A monster, a monster, I've turned into a monster, A monster, a monster, And it keeps getting stronger.

"No one ever said bein' a were is pleasant..."

(And thus here, have some bonus derpage.)

"Oi told ya 'e deserved it..."

Charles doesn't so much as hate those of his own class (with the exception of his reflexive dislike of RED ones) as he is severely competitive with them. There are individuals, of both teams, that he could honestly say are decent, even call acquaintances, but by pure instinct, he sees them as competitors and as such, must show them who's boss. You could say he has a bit of an alpha complex... 

(Proud Mama Charles and his derpy pet baby croc, George. And yes... the croc has a pacifier chew toy. :y )

"'E deserved it, shuddup..."

Meet Charles Robinson, aka Mister Bullseye, the were-dingo Sniper of BLU. He's a goofy, mischievous smartass with issues in playing nice with others if they irk him or if you just happen to be another of his class. Ask as many questions as you want, he'll try to answer them as best and as soon as he can whether through actual imagery or through words.