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Regular
Name: George Williams
Age: 26
Nationality: Irish/English
Appearence: An athletically built lad, blonde hair, a goatee/mustache lightly trimmed, blue eyes, short hair, and a nose that has been broken more then the hearts of his lovers. Born in a pub in Dublin, where his mother was bouncing between every lad that walked in. His father, who he never met, had previously been a soldier/officer in America, for the British, after being sent there for some punishment. George was mixed in with a tough crowd at a young age, and had a brother, by another woman whom he never got along with. While Bobby was very rough around the edges, and hated the Government, George was looking for an easier road to take to make a living. One rainy morning a drunk British Sgt approached him about joining. After the lectures, George said, "I would be a bloody fool to stand in line and fire, take fire, So the Sgt brainwashed him about the Glory of battle and rewards, along with the kings own Shilling, and told George of the Riflemen.
George became quite interested and decided to join the British Army. Through the toughness of Training, the women that loved uniforms, love, lust, and low life as a common soldier, George gained rank through battles and glorious acts of courage and Bravery. He is a man of honor, a bastard some will say, but he will get the job done at the end of the day, nothing to stand in his way. This man will join your party as a crack shot, but you better have a damned good reason to use his valuable time, away from the women, and booze of course.
Age: 26
Nationality: Irish/English
Appearence: An athletically built lad, blonde hair, a goatee/mustache lightly trimmed, blue eyes, short hair, and a nose that has been broken more then the hearts of his lovers. Born in a pub in Dublin, where his mother was bouncing between every lad that walked in. His father, who he never met, had previously been a soldier/officer in America, for the British, after being sent there for some punishment. George was mixed in with a tough crowd at a young age, and had a brother, by another woman whom he never got along with. While Bobby was very rough around the edges, and hated the Government, George was looking for an easier road to take to make a living. One rainy morning a drunk British Sgt approached him about joining. After the lectures, George said, "I would be a bloody fool to stand in line and fire, take fire, So the Sgt brainwashed him about the Glory of battle and rewards, along with the kings own Shilling, and told George of the Riflemen.
George became quite interested and decided to join the British Army. Through the toughness of Training, the women that loved uniforms, love, lust, and low life as a common soldier, George gained rank through battles and glorious acts of courage and Bravery. He is a man of honor, a bastard some will say, but he will get the job done at the end of the day, nothing to stand in his way. This man will join your party as a crack shot, but you better have a damned good reason to use his valuable time, away from the women, and booze of course.