Post by Jack O'Riley on Jun 28, 2009 17:54:54 GMT -6
Jack O’Riley
Name: Jack Shamus O’Riley
Known Aliases: Jackie boy, Ace
Play-By: Colin Farrell
Job: Hitman/Bartender
Convictions: Aquitted of 1st degree murder
2 years for aggravated assault with a weapon
Date of Birth: July 28th, 1981
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Age: 28
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relatives: Shamus O'Riley- Father (deceased)
Grace McKarney- Mother (deceased)
Michael O'Riley- Brother
James O'Riley- Brother
Sara O'Riley- Sister
Douglass O'Riley- Brother
Spouse: None
Children: None
Personality: He's a sarcastic ass first and foremost, he doesn’t usually show respect for most people until he can make out their character. He's very intelligent and was always submerged deep into his studies and music when it came to school, but nowadays he uses more street smart than anything else. He's extremely protective of anything that he puts claim to, and he is very passionate about women, work, guns, and cars. First he's a business man and he sometimes comes of a bit cold, but Jack is a very caring individual once he gets close to someone.
Appearence: Covered in tattoos. He has a bunch of intertwining celtic symbols surrounded by a phoenix that starts at the side of his neck, covers his shoulder completely, and moves down his arm to the inside of his thumb. He has two stars on his wrists and the words pride and revenge on the inside of his arms. He's got the words “death doesn't live here” tattooed across the top of his back, and a pair of rosary beads on the back of his leg near a scar he had from some italians twisting a knife into his leg. On the back of his neck is two revolvers facing opposite directions, and written up his side he has the word continuity in latin.
Background: Jack was born and raised on the west side of Chicago. His father was a workaholic and a drunk. His mother was no better, she spent her life working to raise four kids on her own and pay all the bills before the second foreclosure warning came around. Jack had as normal as an upbringing you could have when you father was a two bit criminal who stole from whoever he could and was finally killed in prison by affiliates of the irish mob. Now of course there was a history there between Jack's father and the mob. When his father shamus was still young he worked for the O'Connell family and stole a lot of money from them and went to the Italians for protection. After the Italians turned on him, he was taken out of the picture rather quickly. What Jack didn't know was the history between O'Connell and his family, in particular his father. So there Jackie was, not really having any direction in life he turned to something that had always seemed like a sure thing for his father. Music. By eighteen he could play the guitar, drums, piano, violin. He didn't have money though to pursue the career so he had to figure out a way to fix that. He did what any self respecting irishmen would do and showed up on O'Connell's doorstep looking for work. O'Connell accepted him into his home as a way to allow him to pay off his father's debt. By the time he was 28 he was more tuned with a gun then he had ever been with a guitar and owned a pub that was given to him by O’Connell. He had spent 2 years in prison, a time in which he became a freelance hitman.
RP Sample: Jack's eyes scanned the bar in front of him. He did this whenever he walked into a room. He never actually did anything to start the fight, nothing he would admit to at least, but it seemed that something always happened when he went to a place like this. There was an italian flag in the corner near the window and the smirk on his face told the bartender he definitely didn't speak the language. He ran a hand through his hair and walked closer to the bar before ordering a scotch on the rocks. It had been a long day, and by the look he was getting from the people around him, it was going to be a long night as well. Jack held the glass to his lips before chuckling lightly and drinking a third of the glass. The bartender watched him intently as he pulled his zippo, the polished one with the irish flag, out of his pocket and began flipping it around between his knuckles as he decided which guy starting to circle him was gonna get slammed down on the bar first.
