McSweeney, Thomas

[Thomas McSweeney]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

Thomas McSweeney

"Enough of the shite, get your guns"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • James Patrick McSweeney
NICKNAME • Tommy, Green, Irish
AGE • 28
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • None (has a variety of skills)
CLASS • Middle Class
FACE CLAIM • Liam Neeson

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Standing at a solid 6 foot and four inches, the man before you is of a medium build, he is ot overtly muscular but it is obvious however that he does posess strength, the muscles he has are well defined as there is little fat on his body. A head of well kempt brown hair sits on his head and below his fringe lie two shining blue eyes, he has little to no facial hair as he often shaves and is generally a very tidy looking man. He seems of an athletic type and has rather large broad shoulders and has a very steady stance. His skin is somewhat paler than the locals which points to an out of town ethnicity of this man, which is true as he is Irish.

EYE COLOR • Blue
HEIGHT • 6 foot 4 inches
WEIGHT • 230 pounds
BUILD • Medium build, broad shoulders, muscular budy (albeit not overly muscular) not an ounce of fat on him
SCARS? • None
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • This man speaks with a thick Irish accent, carrying a large ashbranch wherever he goes, using it as a walking stick. He also seems to have a flatcap at all times

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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He is a usually very well outspoken man. He has seen a lot of hardship in his life thusfar, his family back home in Ireland starved to death under british rule, when they were alive james had to resort to stealing in order to keep putting food on the table. He is a very caring man caring for those whom he trusts. Although it may prove to be his downfall it is rather easy to get trust from this man, he is very laid back in his general worldview. A very hard worker, he will put himself one hundred percent into every job that it given to him to do. He believes that no job is worth doing if your only going to half do it. He can be fierce when angered however as it takes a lot to anger him, thus making it worse whenever his anger occurs as it burns with intense ferocity that he directs at the offender. Though he may seem to be a serious and stark individual in his day to day hours of life, this man is also a very fun loving man and is always up for a good laugh with others around.

LIKES •

Shooting; It helps get rid of pent up anger.

Drinking; He is Irish.

Working; Keeps his head clear and busy.

DISLIKES •

Snakes He was bitten by one just after arriving in Texas.

Bandito's ; He seen many grieving families grieving over those who had been killed by bandits.

Deep water ; He is unable to swim.

WEAKNESSES •

Alcohol ; he can overindulge from time to time.

Apathy; Will often come to the aid of others regardless of the odds.

Inability to swim; He never learned.

STRENGTHS •

Shooting ; Been training with a rifle for a long time, even back home in ireland.

Couragous ; An extremely brave man, fearless in the majority of situations.

FEARS •

Snakes ; He was bitten by one upon his arrival in Texas and nearly died.

Being responsible for the deaths of loved ones; He doesnt think he could deal with the guilt.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • No living family ramaining.
PETS • He has one horse, a large brown Stallion.
HISTORY •

Being born and raised in the countryside surrounding Dublin city life was hard for James. Especially hard under british rule. His father died when he was a very young age and his sister and mother both contracted serious illnesses when he was in his late teens. To keep food on the table he managed to save enough money to buy a rifle and ammo for it and began poaching illegally in the countryside. This kept his family fed but after a few years he was caught and imprisoned. While in prison he learned that his family had starved to death outside of the prison as they had no provider in the home. In his rage he strangled another prisoner to death and he was given the option of either being sent to America or being shot by firing squad. He accepted the first offer and was soon shipped off to the states where he was to make a new name for himself.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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The sun was casting an orange haze across the dusty landscape, no shadows were to be seen along the ground due to the flat deserted, dusty ground except for one. Thomas spurred his brown stallion as it plodded its way through the arid landscape. Thomas pulled his hat down on his head, making sure it was still secured to his head. Eyeing the town in the distance he spurred his horse into a gallop and powered across the countryside, kicking up small clouds of dust behind him as he went.
Upon entering the town itself he slowed his horse down into a gentle trot and looked about the town quietly. The locality seemed to be going about their usual business seemingly taking no notice of. He peered around and hitched his horse up outside of a large saloon. Pushing back the wings he entered in, it was mostly empty at this time of day. He walked confidently up to the barkeep, the girls of the saloon eyeing him as he went followed by a few coos attempting to tempt him. He took no notice and ordered the room. Pushing some coins across the bar he nodded to the barkeep and was handed a key.
With that he ordered a pitcher of water and after paying for that he looked around for the stairs, upon seeing a large wide flightof steps on the other side of the room he walked over and ascended them. The girls waiting on the stairs whispered softly to him as he went, he often felt the caress of a hand across his arm. He still took no notice of them and continued on in an attempt to locate his room. Upon locating it he went in alone and closed the door, placing the pitcher upon a small table he removed his shirt and collapsed down upon his bed in order for a good night’s sleep.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY Aeron IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING 28 YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE "Would you om my nom?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.

this table was created by grey, and is to be used nowhere else.

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[GREYtheFLAILER]

PENDING
Thank you for the changes! Unfortunately, however, "The clover has three leaves" isn't the secret phrase. The phrase can be found in the rules, and is needed before you're accepted. Also, your alias, or as you have it, Mr.Green, should be what you go by in chat. C: Thanks!

[Thomas McSweeney]

Changes have been made yet again didnt understand the alias thing thanks