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Name: Edward 'Chopper Eddie' Muldoon
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual (With an interracial fetish, at that.)
Occupation: Mechanic, part-time sculptor.
Apartment Description (If Applicable): A somewhat dirty, but still quite livable space with two bedrooms (He's currently advertising in the papers for a roommate.) He hasn't been living there for long, but he's manages to get a few decent grease stains on the carpet from work, and there's tools scattered about here and there. The fridge is for the most part filled with Sam Adams and fairly cheap but filling food. The TV's nice enough, but nothing special, as is most of the furniture.
Personality: Despite looking like the stereotypical 'Tough guy biker', Eddie is argueably the nicest person in his building. Friendly, accepting of others and generaly always willing to lend a helping hand where he can. His love for motorcyles and the biker lifestyle is deeply rooted in him, taking after his father, and he's just as dedicated to his religion (Roman Catholic). As such's involved with a number of charity and community outreach motorcyle clubs in his free time. He's especially protective of the building's gay residence (A hold-over of when his own little brother was tormented in high school for his sexuality), and he's usualy the first one to take a swing at a bully when his intimidating presence isn't enough. He especially is disgusted by anyone that would use their religion as an excuse to mistreat others.
History (Preferred, not required): There isn't too much to be said about this big fella. Born and raised in Frankfort, Kentucky, Eddie spent most of his childhood simply as "The Big Kid", the one that was good at sports and with machines and not much else. A C and B student, he seemed destined for a medioric rise to mediocrity, with the only negative highlights being a few suspensions for defending his little brother. For the first few years after high school he worked in his father's garage, but at age 23 he felt the need to leave and make it on his own. With only 800 dollars, an El Diablo chopper and the clothes on his back he left for New York, where he settled in The Bronx for the next several years. Recently, however, he's found a nicer appartment in the East Village, and two month he moved into the rather odd, but quaint little community.
Yeah....that bio was crap, but it gets what you need to know out of the way. Hope this is cool.
