Name: John (Johnny Boy) Murphy
Age:24
Gender:Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: Irish American
Physical Description:
John is tall at 6'2", and weighs in at a feather over 220 pounds of hard muscle. He has dark red hair and a beard that perfectly matches it, although the mustache is a couple of shades lighter than the rest of his hair. Despite the fact he sports a thick beard he keeps himself well groomed. He has some shrapnel scarring over the left hand side of his face, it is not distinctive but there is enough to get noticed. When he takes off his shirt however the extent of his injuries become apparent with heavy scarring of his upper chest consistent large scale frag injuries.
Skillset:
Trained shooter with both rifle and pistol.
Trained in basic demolitions and defusing of the same.
Been riding since a young age.
Likes a good brawl, even if he has no formal fight training.
Intimidation.
History:
John Murphy is a third generation Irish-American and does not retain much of his Irish roots. In fact he wouldn't even call himself Irish American if his grandparents were not so strong on it, his parents certainly weren't.
He grew up in a booming rural town, the face changing every year as it grew the booming industries drawing workers. The local sawmill and mine requiring fresh workers constantly as their quotas grew and people either joined the war effort willingly or unwillingly. As the war dragged on a fabrication plant opened on the outskirts of the city, which catered to minor military contracts and the more local farm needs.
John from the outside had a happy and successful childhood. His parents were a loving couple that clearly cared for their only son, he always had plenty of food on the table and was never beaten black and blue the worst he ever got was a few smacks for whatever trouble he had been causing that day. He even did well at school, getting good and relatively consistent grades with an eye in particular for math. Between studying and spending time socializing with his peers he helped his parents with their farm, it is here he first learnt how to ride.
It is when you really look into it or read between the lines you get the true story. John got written up a few times at school and even had a couple of run-ins with the local Sheriff's office, always walking away with only a slap on the wrist. The thing is this was more than just a boys will be boys attitude. All of his incidents were acts of violence. And all of them were against African Americans. This was due in part to the attitudes of the time, and partially due to his fathers own prejudices. Birds of a feather flock together, his fathers friends had sons of their owns and it was among their number that John found his group of friends.
A lot changed for John when he was drafted after completion of his high school, his high grades and fathers standing with select locals was not enough to stop his son from going to war. Basic was not a fun time for John, despite some in the military sharing his own prejudices many were former veterans who had shared foxholes with African American soldiers. Nevertheless he held his hate close to his heart and carried it with him through basic.
It was in Vietnam he learnt that all men truly are created equal. When bullets are flying race doesn't matter for shit. If you are pinned down with little cover you will find yourself praying for the black man with the M60 to lay down enough covering fire to save your sorry ass. He quickly started to come to terms with his own issues and has his horizons broadened rapidly by his time baptized in the fires of combat.
His time in Vietnam was eventful to say the least. He served in many different outfits, and fought with many different soldiers. His first tour of Vietnam was served with the Air Cav and earned him the wings he wears to this day on his cut. He was awarded two bronze stars one with a V device. He fought in several pitched battles and went out on several high risk search and rescue operations. He has always enjoyed having a good fight and that did not change in his first tour, many of his comrades thought he had a death wish. Truly though he was addicted to the adrenaline, and in his mind proving that he was better than his opponent.
It was on his second tour where he won his greatest accolades, it was also where he came face to face with his own mortality. His second tour of service was spent with the infantry, where he volunteered and became one of the now infamous tunnel rats. He went above and beyond the call of service in his time spent as a tunnel rat in his infantry company. Earning another bronze star, as well as his CIB which he wears on his cut alongside his wings. That was not the only medal he won in combat however, he was also awarded the Silver star with V unfortunately for him it was awarded alongside a purple heart.
It was in a tunnel clearing action when his lot in life changed. It was not his first tunnel clearing action, but no one no matter how experienced and careful can account for everything. Utilising only his knife, a Colt M1911 and his favored pistol in the cramped close quarters of a tunnel his 'Hush Puppy' pistol. He had cleared much of the underground complex already, the air smelt heavily of blood and burnt gunpowder. He could see the daylight ahead when he dragged his body over the homemade 'Toe popper' IED.
His wounds were grievous and a casevac was immediately called for as combat first aiders worked desperately to save his life. He spent the next month and a half in a military hospital before being flown to Sydney for civilian care before finally he was discharged and sent home to America.
After everything he had been through and all the major life changes that had accompanied his time in Vietnam he did not want to return home to his bigoted father. He spent the next couple of months as a drifter working odd jobs wherever he could find them, generally on small farms that needed the extra set of hands.
He did not feel content with his new lot in life however, and sought out the same kind of camaraderie that could be found in the military. Eventually he found it in the Wild Hunt MC, the veteran friendly motorcycle club where he soon became a prospect and then a patched member. He has been with them for a couple of years now, and is slated to pick up as the Sergeant-at-Arms tab when the current ageing member holding the position steps away from the position or the club.
Since then with the changes in the club he has stayed on, and seemed if anything eager to be bitten once he had some time to adjust to the idea.
Psychological Profile:
John is a resilient man after his time spent in Vietnam, able to weather a lot of shit coming his way. He has developed a strong anti-authoritarian streak since his early childhood that was only exacerbated by some of the officers he served under in the military. He lives his life out loud now and is often loud and boisterous, drawing people to himself and driving up the mood of the room. He will do whatever it takes to protect what he considers his new family. Even kill for them. He is however quick to anger and since his final day in the field has developed a crippling fear of confined spaces.
Equipment:
Combat knife
Colt M1911
S&W model 39 'Hush Puppy'
Black 1961 Harley-Davidson FL Panhead.
Cut and leathers.
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