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As a Candyman, one must be like all candies. And in the world of candy, no sweet is tougher than a Jawbreaker. It lasts for hours. Bismarck has learned to carry the mindset of one, and now resists his pain just the same as a Jawbreaker lasts in the mouth for hours. His gob-- or rather, his self-- cannot be stopped (Ha!). An autopsy or similar investigation reveals that his pastry brain has chunks of jawbreaker strewn about in it; a sort of cake-candy mixture. His skin, too, has tiny pieces of red, blue, and yellow color that are typically seen in jawbreakers.

You’ve been through a lot of punishment and have gained a tolerance to it. Your body may become scratched and bruised, but your will remains strong.

After sustaining multiple life threatening injuries on his recent contracts, Douglas has built up a superhuman tolerance to both physical and mental pain. Stress doesn't effect him nearly as much as it used to, allowing him to stay focused on completing his contracts and making it out alive.

When fighting game music starts, Keys gets in the Zone! Increasing his focus by 10000%, making it so it's virtually impossible to hit him!! Or at least to see the damage.

Remus lay unresponsive on the floor; enshrouded in a cloud of psychoactive gas, his trusty oversized cross laying besides him as always. In spite of his condition, some semblance of a sentence managed to slur its way out of his unconscious lips.

"...Goddamnit, gotta get back to the fuggin' job-"

Still fully unconscious, one hand reached over in a slow and practised movement that had by now reached some sort of muscle memory: hefting up the large cross and slapping himself harshly across the side of the face with the enormous thing.
Bringing him back to the land of the living.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.