Wolfwood Application

2550 Words6 Pages

Personality: Even within the first moment he's introduced in episode 9, Wolfwood comes across as a laid-back, humorous guy, both a dork by nature and a humored man capable of teasing and having fun; he takes his job none-too-seriously in comparison to a normal priest--as a preacher, he's not holier-than-thou--for obvious reasons, as his bloody background dictates--and is decidedly terrible at being a man of the cloth. He drinks, curses, smokes, and kills (granted, he kills those who are cruel or probably deserve to die, but it's hardly something a priest normally partakes in). Vash realized he was more than he seemed early on after the initial introduction in episode 9: when the two men leave their bus in the middle of the desert to save a child who'd been left behind, Wolfwood blindly charges into a situation of possible injury or death despite knowing the hazards, revealing to the audience a.) a sense of familiarity with danger and b.) a lack of preservation when it comes to a innocent child's life. Vash later on is convinced he's not a typical preacher man when he sees how accurately Wolfwood shoots. Wolfwood himself grew up with an abusive guardian, and in the end killed the man and started a life rife with bullet shells and bloodstains--he's dedicated his life to protecting children like his old self, and becomes a traveling priest for the purpose of both raising money and taking helpless children to the orphanage/church back home. He will do what's in his power to prevent a child from being taken by him: for example, in episode 10 he helps a mother and her son get money for debts, so that he wouldn't have to take the child away in a last effort. His compassion for children is more-than-likely his strongest, and even t... ... middle of paper ... ... feet to carry him onward, out of the cruel sun, back into the forest. There wasn't anything in that direction, so it was good to see the plant-life again. Plant life... that was something that was out of the ordinary. This made the desert look even more meager and pathetic than usual. Green was a fairly uncommon color, after all, in Gunsmoke... The only time he would recall it... Ah, Milly wore Green. He smiled, unlit cigarette still clinging to his lips. Sweet ol' Milly, he hoped you were fairing better than he was. Then again, he was fairing better than he thought, since he was supposed to be dead. He remembered a calm desperation in his voice, asking for more time, thinking about the people he'd leave behind... So perhaps this was a sort of kind hand dealing a second chance at life. Was it God? He wondered this curiously. ... Perhaps it was the Devil.

Open Document