Post by Liam Owen Whelan on May 24, 2012 0:17:14 GMT -6
Full Name: Liam Owen Whelan “Low”
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Species/Race: Human from the planet Whitefall.
Physical Appearance:
Liam has that farm boy complexion, Short Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, standing about 5 feet, 11 Inches. A bit scrawny looking to the naked eye, certainly not very threatening.
Typically dresses in Black Cargo Pants, a Hunter Green colored button up shirt of a simple thread, a black vest and a pair of work boots which have seen some decent land. A Shoulder holster adorns his torso cradling a .38 Caliber Revolver, with a pair of quick reloads. He is usually never seen without his “Walking Stick” a long dark wood Shillelagh. When necessary and the situation gets a bit heated a lever action rifle his father gave to him when he was young which he has become proficient with over the years can be found slung over his shoulder, and a belt of ammunition over his shoulder
Rank, Profession and Title: First Mate, Retired Brown Coat – Private.
Character Background/History:
Young Liam was born and raised most of his life in a rough dust ball of a farming community on the planet Whitefall. His parents having fallen on hard times and struggling like most on the rim. Then the War came, the parent planet of Athens quickly fell in support of the Alliance, Whitefall was literally split down the middle. Families were torn apart over allegiances to the two sides, Liam against his parents wishes, decided to take on the side of the Independents. After joining with the Independents It seemed as if he took a whirlwind trip across the Verse fighting battle upon battle, his fight ended on Hera early in the battle of Serenity Valley. During the third week of fighting he was lucky or unlucky to have taken several rounds, though he and his group held against the push by the Alliance he was taken from the battlefield to a medical camp to be forgotten about as much of the men and women fighting their did. The medical services were a joke if they even existed at all.
Sometime after the surrender at Serenity Valley he was finally taken and treated properly nearly loosing his left arm, and his left eye. Nerve damage would forever haunt him because of his injuries.
Having fallen into the world of piracy, and trafficking of spirits he began to pop up on the map again, in and out of bars almost as often as he was in and out of jail, his level of self loathing having taken him to a bad place. Though he found it had its perks, he was a hell of a shot while drunk, and could take a heck of a beating, though the next morning was hell, and regretful it usually ended up with him alive and well you can guess the rest.
Having joined with a regular crew finally, his antics coming to a peak he found his calling helping smuggle “Daily’s Draught” which was a very powerful, very potent solvent. Which continently made for an amazing beverage as well got caught dipping his hand in the honey pot, to which he found himself in a place he vowed he wouldn’t find himself again, A hospital. This was his wakeup call!
What he didn’t know was that his savior was someone he had fought beside briefly during the battle of Serenity. A one Eloise McKee, whom he met, but didn’t really have the time to get to know her as they were caught up in the heat of battle, brief exchange and off to continue fighting. But that’s another story…
Now having recovered, he was able to return too work. An old acquaintance having picked him up for a job running “Daily’s Draught” as an independent contractor, and that is where we find our not so young Mr. Whelan.
Character Attributes:
Though Liam typically can be a great leader and in control of the situation his little problem with Booze gets in the way though this has a tendency to both help and hurt the situation. Is extremely awkward with women.
Character Flaws:
Alcohol is both his luck and his bane. Nerve damage to his left eye which has created a soft spot in his vision, his left arm is a bit sluggish.
This is not entirely completed, per-say. But its a start.
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Species/Race: Human from the planet Whitefall.
Physical Appearance:
Liam has that farm boy complexion, Short Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, standing about 5 feet, 11 Inches. A bit scrawny looking to the naked eye, certainly not very threatening.
Typically dresses in Black Cargo Pants, a Hunter Green colored button up shirt of a simple thread, a black vest and a pair of work boots which have seen some decent land. A Shoulder holster adorns his torso cradling a .38 Caliber Revolver, with a pair of quick reloads. He is usually never seen without his “Walking Stick” a long dark wood Shillelagh. When necessary and the situation gets a bit heated a lever action rifle his father gave to him when he was young which he has become proficient with over the years can be found slung over his shoulder, and a belt of ammunition over his shoulder
Rank, Profession and Title: First Mate, Retired Brown Coat – Private.
Character Background/History:
Young Liam was born and raised most of his life in a rough dust ball of a farming community on the planet Whitefall. His parents having fallen on hard times and struggling like most on the rim. Then the War came, the parent planet of Athens quickly fell in support of the Alliance, Whitefall was literally split down the middle. Families were torn apart over allegiances to the two sides, Liam against his parents wishes, decided to take on the side of the Independents. After joining with the Independents It seemed as if he took a whirlwind trip across the Verse fighting battle upon battle, his fight ended on Hera early in the battle of Serenity Valley. During the third week of fighting he was lucky or unlucky to have taken several rounds, though he and his group held against the push by the Alliance he was taken from the battlefield to a medical camp to be forgotten about as much of the men and women fighting their did. The medical services were a joke if they even existed at all.
Sometime after the surrender at Serenity Valley he was finally taken and treated properly nearly loosing his left arm, and his left eye. Nerve damage would forever haunt him because of his injuries.
Having fallen into the world of piracy, and trafficking of spirits he began to pop up on the map again, in and out of bars almost as often as he was in and out of jail, his level of self loathing having taken him to a bad place. Though he found it had its perks, he was a hell of a shot while drunk, and could take a heck of a beating, though the next morning was hell, and regretful it usually ended up with him alive and well you can guess the rest.
Having joined with a regular crew finally, his antics coming to a peak he found his calling helping smuggle “Daily’s Draught” which was a very powerful, very potent solvent. Which continently made for an amazing beverage as well got caught dipping his hand in the honey pot, to which he found himself in a place he vowed he wouldn’t find himself again, A hospital. This was his wakeup call!
What he didn’t know was that his savior was someone he had fought beside briefly during the battle of Serenity. A one Eloise McKee, whom he met, but didn’t really have the time to get to know her as they were caught up in the heat of battle, brief exchange and off to continue fighting. But that’s another story…
Now having recovered, he was able to return too work. An old acquaintance having picked him up for a job running “Daily’s Draught” as an independent contractor, and that is where we find our not so young Mr. Whelan.
Character Attributes:
Though Liam typically can be a great leader and in control of the situation his little problem with Booze gets in the way though this has a tendency to both help and hurt the situation. Is extremely awkward with women.
Character Flaws:
Alcohol is both his luck and his bane. Nerve damage to his left eye which has created a soft spot in his vision, his left arm is a bit sluggish.
This is not entirely completed, per-say. But its a start.
