Read online from a Far Cry interview that this was the reason for Vaas' badass scars on his head.
Enjoy :D
Mohawk
"Err, Vaas?"
"What?!" Vaas gave a snappy reply to one of his men, however he didn't stop what he was busy doing; cutting his hair.
In a typical Vaas-like fashion.
The pirate watched uneasily as Vaas leaned over to get a better angle in the mirror from where he sat cross legged on the floor, a partially cracked pane of a mirror was propped up clumsily by some old plywood. Vaas' version of scissors was his machete that he was using to damn near scalp the side of his head.
"Benny? Ben? Hermano?" Vaas twisted round to fully look at him, still scraping his hair off. "I asked what the fuck you want? I'm busy, can't you see that, man?"
"Yeah I know, it's just we're having some trouble with the money the parents sent us." Ben muttered quickly, his gaze flitting from Vaas' eyes to the mirror to the floor, eager to be away from his boss however Vaas had already turned back to the mirror to shave away the last bit of hair on the left of his head.
"Fucking hell..." Vaas mumbled under his breath. "Like you're all fucking helpless without me...Idiots. You don't think I got shit to do too, hm? Hermano? Yeah, I'm busy as well but you" Vaas whistled as his eyes found Ben in the corner of his eye. "Always needs me"
Vaas hadn't actually dismissed him so Ben stood there waiting, and hoping that he wasn't wrong.
After a solid minute of fidgeting as he watched and waited, the warm air and gnats annoying him but it seemed his boss was too busy concentrating on his hair to be bothered if whether or not he was being watched. And watching Vaas was certainly strange, the man was so erratic sometimes; one second calm, then angry, then suddenly he finds whatever made him angry to be honestly hilarious.
A thin streak of blood made its way down the side of Vaas' head from where he had attempted to cut a few more stubborn hairs, Vaas however didn't pay it no attention nor did he flinch, obviously it didn't hurt.
"Vaas!"
Ben turned to look as one of his comrades; Felipe, ran over frantically. Ben shot a glance at said pirate boss who had frozen, eyes closed and sword to his head as he breathed in deeply; as though trying to steel his nerves. That was enough to make Benny step towards the oncoming Felipe in an attempt to stop or at the very least quieten him down.
He made a few steps towards; frantically waving his hands and making 'shushing' gestures-
"FUCK!" Came such a feral snarl from Vaas that Felipe stopped dead in his tracks whilst Ben reacted like a cat and had jumped and twisted, in mid air, to face him.
A huge gash trailed across the side of Vaas' head, the machete now lay forgotten on the floor as Vaas sat still with one hand grasping said wound as the other gestured at the already broken, mirror as his boot moved to kick it out the way.
He hadn't been holding the machete at a very good angle to begin with; holding it length ways whilst he pressed and ran it down his head, like it was a Goddamn comb, but it looked like either he had slipped or pressed too hard into his own skull.
Neither pirates knew what to do, they stood there; mouths agape as blood started freely falling down and onto Vaas' arm, clothes and ground.
Vaas stood, muttering to himself and turned, with an expression of one who had stubbed their toe which morphed into one of mild confusion when he saw them, as though he'd forgotten they were both there, the confusion soon adjusted back into anger .
"What? What you both looking at? Got something to say?! Hmm?! You stupid fuck's got somethin' to say?!"
That sent both of them scurrying away, problems with money be damned.
Vaas marched off in a huff, blood dribbling everywhere.
"Get me a fucking mirror! Need to fix my head and shit, Jesus..."
