Subject: 'Irish', character sheet. Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:41 am
"Don't ever mess with a Irish...'cause chances are, laddy. 'Ell feckin' kill ya'."
Short story of my character.
"Ey there, lad. I believya' wanta' 'ear a tale? No? Reason why I feckin' got 'ere? Oh. Right. Asa' young lad, I developed alcoholism, after me'time in the service. I suffa'd greatly. I kicked the booze, but I fockin' did some bad shit, lad...really bad shit. I was in debt fora' loan shark. Hundred thousand or so pounds. Ya', I feckin' wasa' gambla'. But ya' know what, lad? I feckin' lived. I went here...paid me debt, and now look at me. Drinkin' feckin' ice water. Now, bugga' off. Tryin' ta' find me'self a way to Pripyat. Artifact artifacts artifacts..."
Morality.
"Me morality? Well. Like I usually feckin' say. Ya' fock witha' Irishmen...he's gonna feckin' kill ya'."
Sanity.
"I am as sane as me child'ood cat, lad."
Height: 5'10".
Weapon proficiency: "Snipers, 'n short ranged weapons a mite..."
Mental Disabilites: "I 'ave mild borderline PTSD and am bipolar. I'm also a wee bito' narcissism, justa' wee bit."