My name is Buddy.

I have PTSD, I get brief periods of anger, anxiety and sadness upon hearing "Joy."

My weapon is a broadsword.

I have a eyepatch, I'm blind in one eye, I wear a brown coat and brown boots, I also have a mask on the side of my belt, And I have a ponytail hair.

In my world, "Joy" is a drug that turns people into Joy mutants given enough time.

I know there's a vaccine for people who ingested Joy, but not already transformed mutants.