"'Tis not dat de Oirish are cynical. 'Tis simply dat we 'av a wonderful 'ard greg for everybody who ain't green ."

Back to the basics
Full Name: Shamus Callahan Ó Raghailligh
What I go by: O'Reiley, Dublin, Smit'icks
Age: 31
Birth Date: June 15, 1986
Sexuality: Straight

I’m de 'itman, loyal an' faithful ter de West End Mob.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 205lbs 12%BM
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Light Brown
Identifying Marks: Celtic Cross on his back, engraved with the Catholic "Our Father", complemented with Icovellavna in and around the cross. He also has his family crest on his upper right arm that is attached to a rosary going down to his wrist where it connects to a small crucifix.

Weaponry & Skills
Standard Weapon:


Pipe bombs, incendiaries and knives are his other weapons he uses but only uses them if the "service" requires it.

Skills: EO Training (mostly homemade things but has enough knowledge to make C4 and semtex in small batchs. Mostly enough for a single job, otherwise he has to order it.), Proficient marksmen, Hand-to-Hand combat, driving.

Strengths: combat reflexes, high situational awareness, athleticism ingenuity

Weaknesses: Drinker, short tempered, smoker, arrogant.

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies: Gonna de shootin' range for practice. drinkin'

Likes: Blatherin' ter me lads back in Oirlan', drinkin',

Dislike: De Sassenach...fuk dohs limey bastards! mo gcuid coiligh titim amach ina chailiní lámha! De italians too. Seem goes for dem too. mo gcuid coiligh titim amach ina chailiní lámha!

What I’m Really Like
Personality: Me mom drilled into me noggin "do unto others as yer wud 'av dem chucker unto you" an' for de most part oi 'av followed dat. oi trate others 'oy oi wud want ter be treated but sometimes 'tis really 'ard whaen sum shite talker enters me boozer an' begins ter 'eckle me an' me mates. den 'tis time ter show dem whose tougher.

Wi' work? well oi folly de ranks an' trate dem wi' respect...not de people, jist de ranks. dare are sum fuckers in our groop dat are idiots an' don't nu waaat de feck they're doin' 'alf de time an' oi 'av naw problem callin' dem oyt on it. but me an' de 'eadbombadare usually git along jist gran'.

'ahahaha. oi'm a bit av a a dead loss romantic wi' de weemen ter be quite 'onest. me mot doesn't really understan' dat oi chucker dis cos oi care. she tinks dat oi'm worried she's gonna leave me but she already towl me dat she 'as dohs Oirish eyes.

All About My Past
Bio: Oi cum from a family av foive. me ma, owl lad, an' me older an' younger brah'der. we lived on de border av dublin an' 'ad a relatively decent life dare. me owl lad worked in de lumber yard an' me ma wus a secretary at a wee town law firm. Me younger brah'der an' oi worked wi' our owl lad at de lumber yard t'anks ter 'is knowin' av de owner an' me oldest brah'der wus a mechanic in dublin at a well known garage an' did a damn gran' job at 'is job. But dis wasn't waaat usually did. yer clap, me owl lad wus apart av de IRA in de auld days an' 'ad 'is 'an' in sum av de big moves they did back in de day. needless ter say dat 'is kids, us, wud join in on de acshun despite our mothers disapproval.

Oi wus in dat groop for quite sum time an' learned lashings before oi wus auld enoof ter move ter de united states wi' de 'elp av me family. dare, after oi settled in oi decided ter join de military. oi wus 24 at de time an' signed for wan contract, that's it. de feckin military wus nathin' loike de ira back 'um. ter strict for me tastes. De problem is, after oi got oyt, oi wus jobless. me father's lads offered ter 'elp oyt but oi wus jist too contrairy ter accept it. 'til a paddy came along an' offered me a job wi' a, family av sorts an' oi accepted. derdy job but de pays gran'...what? waaat chucker yer mean dat doesn't explain shoite? go feck yerself! oi don't 'av ter tell yer shoite! 'ope yisser ma burys yer wi' de clap!