Clubs Deuce. Youngest member of the Midnight Crew, and demolitions expert. Look upon his face, and you see one not yet ravaged by the grim horrors of his job. Still youthful, still bright. Still cute, to some. Or maybe, it's that he greatly enjoys his work, blowing things up, blowing into guarded enclosures, and otherwise taking care of things in an explosive manner. Deuce does go a little outside his job at times, taking up explosive weaponry that is intended more for combat than demolition. But his compatriots, especially his boss, never raise a word against him, so all is well.

Deuce brings a needed enthusiasm to the team, in contrast to the grim seriousness of Diamonds Droog, the snarling fury of the leader Spades Slick, and Hearts Boxcars' temper tantrums. But there's something lurking beneath that cheerful and chipper exterior. A dark man, whose enjoyment of explosives is nothing short of psychopathic. It's this part of Deuce's personality that has kept him going through the life of a mobster, the cheerful exterior building up more and more as a shield to keep the dark side of him from becoming public knowledge. Yet, there's that glint in his eye when he's blowing something up, that dark chuckle coming from his throat when he hefts an M202 over his shoulder.




- He does have a messenger tag/handle, because why the fuck not. cheerfulDetonator
- He doesn't drink alcohol.
- Unless Slick decides to spike his Juggernog, that is...
- He has a Brooklyn accent
- Anything listed below like hair color, build, etc.. is for humanized Deuce.
- His non-explosive weapon of choice is an MP18.
- In my headcanon, when not bound to Prohibition-era scenes, Clubs Deuce, and the others the rare time they actually play with him, adores the game Borderlands. :3 Or some equivalent.