PETER O'KEEFE || RIFLEMAN
Medical Report
- Age: 27
- Sex: Male
- Height/Weight: 5'9/170 lbs
- Country of Origin: Galway, Ireland
- Distinguishing Features: Peter has perpetually ruddy cheeks, giving him the look of someone always out in the cold. His eyes burn an unearthly green from a rugged face. There are a few faded yet prominent whiplash marks criss-crossing his back--courtesy of a stout, Catholic upbringing. In his pocket, he always carries a copy of the Bible, which is written completely in latin. Not that Peter minds--he's illiterate anyways. Simply its presence is the one thing that comforts him.
Curriculum Vitae
History: Peter never knew his father. Like most Irish bastards, he was raised at one of the many nunneries dotting the landscape. His in particular--Our Lady of Mercy--was almost overrun with fatherless children and disgraced, single mothers. In the sea of faces that flooded the nunnery, it was hard for any individual to stand out. But Peter certainly made his mark throughout those hallowed halls. Unlike the other children there, his mother willingly gave him up. She was a rich Englishwoman, albeit a promiscuous one. A wild affair with an Irish sailor resulted in a pregnancy, and rather than be the scandal of her family, she decided to get rid of the boy before it was too late. Peter was an unwanted child, and he knew it; his childhood was filled with troublesome behavior and wild fights, as if he wanted to beat out his fury on the grounds themselves. At age sixteen, he finally ran away from the convent and picked up a job loading shipments at the dockyards. They paid him miserably for it, so he began supplementing his income with illegal boxing matches at the warehouse after hours. He was an instant hit. But after a fateful fight with the son of a British noble--he broke the boy's jaw--the boxing matches were broken up, and he was tried and convicted.
Surprisingly, his mother was the one to bail him out. By now she was guilt-ridden and unhappy, having been trapped in a miserable marriage and having no other child but him. Determined to make him successful, she pulled some strings and got him signed onto an army expedition headed for Africa. He was twenty, but still new to the world. He had never been anywhere but Galway. So it was with wide-eyed expectations that Peter was thrust into the heart of the wild. Initially, he was sign-on simply to protect cargo, but as they reached further into the depths of Congo, disease and tribal attacks made their numbers dwindle. After their main rifleman fell ill, Peter was hastily used as his replacement, and the small entourage quickly recognized his skill. It then occurred to Peter that he could potentially make a career for this. So he signed on for another one, and another one, and ever more projects, until the jungles and plains of the world began to blur together. Personally, he has no stomach for what he's doing, especially helping out the English empire. But he's come to realize that perhaps this is simply just what he does best. His last job was spent helping out an expedition into the northern reaches of Australia. An unfortunate incident left them stranded in the desert. They were rescued soon enough, but the event has done absolutely nothing but fuel his unease for the job.
Work History:
Peter spent a year being trained in the army before sent to his first detail, a small unit in England. Then, he spent a year in the Congo before being sent to India for six months. He's taken on and off jobs in the countries of Congo, Angola, and Nigeria for a few years before returning home to Ireland. After his mother died, he took his most recent job in northern Australia.
Personal Statement: "Oh, sure. I'm a wee bit poor and a tad stupid, and damned be me if I ain't the luckiest Irishman alive, so why not travel across the world to hell for a few thousand bloody English pounds, huh? If I don't die there, the Lord might as well take me now."
Notable Skills:
- A quick thinker and strategist. Takes curveballs to his plans in a stride.
- Has decent skills with firearms, although he's more of a pistol man himself
- Has been in and out of fights--staged and on the street--most of his life, so is quite capable of fisticuffs if the need arises.
- Light of foot and limber. Good for ambushes and scouting ahead.
- Has general knowledge of different biomes and civilizations.
Notable Accomplishments: Refer to History and Work History
Character Assessment
Temperament/Personality: His background deeply rooted in Catholicism, Peter is somewhat of a superstitious nature. His job requires him to be cautious, but superstition has made him look for danger in the smallest of things. He wouldn't consider himself paranoid, simply vigilant; a single cloud in the sky could mean rain, and when he's set his mind to it that it's dangerous to go out, it's almost impossible to dislodge him from his position. He has a high regard for human life, and while he may dislike Englishmen and their reckless expeditions, he'd sooner cut off his arm than see one of them get hurt on his watch. Not to say he won't complain the whole journey through.
But outside of dangerous conditions, Peter is quite an outgoing man. His time in the orphanage has left him friendly enough to interact with anyone, even the most prickly of characters. He is also a shameless flirt, albeit harmless. He never is very serious in his pursuit of most women. Most of the time he just likes to see them smile, and a quick "hey beautiful" seems to always do the trick.
Psychological Evaluation: Although he'll never admit to it, Peter suffers greatly from loneliness. He hates being by himself for great periods of time, and is quick to latch onto others when the opportunity arises. Due to his own troubled beginnings, some part of him is always worried that the people he grows close to will someday leave and never return. This is partly why he continually travels the world, never staying in one place too long, never knowing another person long enough to love them. He is a worrier by nature, and has an almost nervous energy about him and in his interactions with people. Whether he likes you a lot or likes you little matters not--he frets over the safety of others, which causes him great stress.
Possible Agitators: Recklessness and arrogance are never good things to have on an expedition. Individually, both are detrimental to safety, but put those two together, and you've got yourself a fine Englishman. In the seven years he's spent touting those pompous people around, he's never seen more idiotic, stupid, and impulsive actions in his life. If members of his party insist on not listening and doing things he knows is dangerous, you will feel the wrath of him a thousandfold. Due to his vigilance--and sometimes fury--he hasn't had anyone die while with him...yet.
He's also angered by blatant blasphemy and mockery of Christianity. You can call him any number of Irish slurs and get no reaction from him. In fact, he may even simply laugh at some of them. At worst, he'll get irritated and tell you to piss off. But take the Lord's name in vain? Now you're asking for a fight.
COME ONE. COME ALL.
