Post by Robbie O'Mara on Jun 8, 2009 8:54:29 GMT -6
Robbie O'Mara
Name: Robert O'Mara
Age: Twenty-Four
Gender: Male
Height: Six One
Weight: 180
Hair/Eyes: Light brown hair, green eyes
Clothing Style: He tends to go around in uniform, but if not he's very casual
Riding Style: English, police
Riding Experience: A long time, he can't remember when he started
Likes: • Hunting
• Tracking
• Muffins
• Coffee
• Calm day out
• Mapping
• Trekking – usually up hills
• Training
• Socializing
• Amateur photography
• Any good film – knows whatever you’d want to know about the film of your choice
• Any sort of music – excluding any classical
• Vintage cars
Dislikes: • Wars – one reason he left the Marines.
• Now, the Navy
• One night stands
• Dirtbags
• Unsolved cases
• Manila envelopes
• Reading through cold case files or watching CCTV
• Idiots – remember he’s a sniper.
• Jerks
• Romantic novels
• BMWs
Fears: being called back into reecruitment
Habits: over-analysing and not taking things seriously enough
Goals: carry on life and stay alive.
Overall Personality: Over all, Robbie’s not a very hard guy not to like, but really it just depends what kind of person you like.
CHEERFUL
He always tries to keep on a cheerful face. There’s nothing like a smile to help you through the day. He may not me n it, but at least he’s still trying. He’s no actor, but you can’t always see through him. He can be an open book, sometimes, but not always. He’s always got what he tries to make a calm exterior. He may be screaming inside, but he’s keeping calm outside. It helps to have no expression when you’re lining up cross hairs. Start to like or feel for the animal and you might not get any dinner that night. He does sometimes look a tad worse for ware, but he can pull over the ‘long night’ and ‘he’s just tired’ exterior and most people leave him alone. In some ways he looks rather bedraggled and that could be for numerous reasons, but his positive attitude means that whatever comes around the corner, Robert O’Mara would most likely meet it with a smile.
SOCIAL
Oh he loves a good talk does our Robbie. Grew up in a traditional Irish village, he can drink most people under the table. Not that he’s really one to drink. He can drink and doesn’t mind letting down his guard among friends. In most ways he’s a likeable guy. He has an easy, open exterior. Sadly that’s an act. He’s always been a bit wary about meeting strangers, so if he can act it up enough, people ignore it. Its not that he’s rude to others, to tell the truth he’s probably the most polite person ever. It wouldn’t be surprising if he’s just stepped out of the eighteen fifties. Well maybe it would be, but the point still stands. He’s very polite to strangers. He can talk like there’s no tomorrow, usually to anyone. But not the sort of tell his life story, just involve himself in a conversation and join. He’s good at doing that.
HIS OWN WORKER
Robbie knows where his place is and he knows it’s not at the front lines. He likes being more of the backstage crew rather than the cast. He’ll always strive to do his best, or at least what he considers his best. He’s a hard worker, so his best can be rather…more than others. In the Marines he’d pushed his squad when their commander had taken a fall. However, he knows when to stop. That doesn’t mean he will stop, but he knows when to let others take a breather as not to kill them. He is a man that knows his own boundaries, but he can usually push himself beyond them, even if it’s not his best work that will come out at the end. Robbie’s contented to live his own life as he wants, not what others want and he will live it as he wishes. Sometimes it benefits others, sometimes he doesn’t.
LEVEL
Robbie’s not usually one to rush into things. He’ll think about things, judge and contemplate. He considers risks as if he was an insurance company. He’s good to have in a crisis as he can make decisions, he hates to and sometimes they will be the wrong ones. He’s a guy who likes to take him time, and he will take his time if he has the time. He does keep his head, even if he really doesn’t like the situations. He likes to think through the options rather than just pick the easiest or the quickest. There’s usually a safest, quickest, easiest and best. He tries to find the best rather than all the others. He likes to be thorough rather than sorry.
PATIENT
For heavens sake. He sits in a tree branch all day looking for a deer to come past. That’s got to add up to patient. He doesn’t really mind the solitude as long as he’s going to get something out at the end. Things need to ass up and he can wait forever to make sure they do. He’s not one to believe in coincidences, there’s a reason for everything.
QUIET
Robbie doesn’t generally shout, he has no need to. Or for that matter talk at all unless he has to: hence the ability to sit in a tree all day. He does have the thoughts in his head, but then most people do. Although most people only have one, he has two. If they were written down on paper they would be in black and red, why, no-one knows. However, when he wants to and when he needs to he can talk to Australia and back, an easy and effective way to distract people. Mostly he does keep to himself though. He knows the consequences of speaking up in the wrong moment, and he does care for those around him. Talking brings about things no-one wants so he learnt to keep quiet and just let himself think of ways out or around obstacles. He can look after himself if worse comes to worse; at least he thinks he can. He’s not one to boast and prefers to keep quiet.
HUMOR
He loves a good laugh does Robbie. He’s got a big sense of humor, could be something to do with the thoughts that constantly fight in his head, but maybe not. He hates to see things and people depressed, as for one reason he left the force. Its rare that he himself gets depressed and if he does, he gets over it quickly, or as quickly as possible. Anything involving depression is swept aside and if it can’t be, he keeps it to himself, whatever the cost. He keeps himself in any cases from falling into the pit of depression usually by thinking about his luck. He seems to have been born under a lucky star, did our Robbie.
Mother: Anita O'Mara
Father: Robert Primo O'Mara
Siblings: Madison and Meredith O'Mara
Spouse: None
Job: Mounted Policeman
History: TWO
Madison O’Mara, his older sister by four years, had always asked when they were taking Robbie back to the shop. Annie O’Mara would just laugh and keep making the dinner. Robbie would sit and look around the kitchen, stroking the family dog, Carrie. Primo O’Mara was seldom home. He spent long hours working at the office, only coming home after eight each night. Eight was early for Primo to come home. Annie was more of a house-wife, seeing as she was mostly on maternity leave. They didn’t have a nanny, so Annie quit her job as an Accountant to work at home with the children.
FOUR
Robbie started school. A small state school just down the road from the O’Mara’s house. Madison would always take Robbie to school while Annie took care of their youngest sister, Meredith. Robbie was an exceptional student, passing through his first and second years without so much as a blip on his school report.
SIX
Madison and Robbie had been walking home when their father’s care pulled up in the drive way. That was an odd occurrence, seeing as it was only half past three. Proceed with caution. Both could hear Meredith crying, a door slamming. Both stayed outside, couldn’t exactly blame them for not wanting to go in, could you. Neither went home that night, staying with the cousins that lived half a mile away. Somehow they didn’t seem so surprised when they told their story of how the door was locked and Primo wouldn’t let them in. Jason O’Mara, Primo’s brother understood perfectly of his brothers “temper”. A normal day at school, a normal day at home. The kitchen clock clicked past six, past seven. Nothing unusual about this. Watching a re-run of a film. The soft knock on the door. Robbie was the first up and at the door. The young boy smiled at the two tall police officers at the door. That was the night his father went to hell. Not literally of course. No, caught in the act of robbery. Fired from his job, left Annie, Robbie, Meredith and Madison without any source of income. Charming.
TEN
Robbie’s grades started to drop, and he stopped caring. Homework wasn’t handed in; he got into fights at school. Madison’s as well. Only Meredith stayed on at school, or at least did well in them. Robbie sort of stopped caring, stopped bothering. Annie was back at being an accountant and was offered a job in America, Virginia. By then, Robbie had just finished his A-Levels. He was young to finish them, at just seventeen. He’d been move dup a year, so had done GCSE and SATs a year early as well. The family moved to Virginia. Madison received a middle class, alright paid job as a secretary. Robbie, however, had different plans.
EIGHTEEN
At seventeen he enlisted in the Marines. By his grades and schooling, it would seem that he was eighteen, and therefore old enough to join the Marines. Boot camp was hard work, but he endured and made enough friends to last a life time. Sad that they didn’t exactly last very long.
TWENTY
Such a young age. The helicopter landed with a rush of air and created a hell of a mess. The grass lay out flat on the ground, making an unusual pattern. The Marines took off their helmets and ear phones. The heavy packs were strapped on and in a mob the troop left the copter behind. Robbie looked around, at the black sky, heard the soft rumble and saw the tanks and camouflage. He nudged his buddy, a man called James Riford.
“Nice looking place, eh?”
“Yeah, maybe we’ll rethink the bookings we had at the Ritz.” A tall man in camouflage gear hurried up.
“Alright boys! Welcome to Hell.”
And it was. Explosions plastered the sky. Robbie crouched low in the brush, lining up the cross hairs down his rifle. The bullet took out a computer system thirty yards away, which burst into flame. He winked at James who had just hefted his own weapon onto his shoulder.
“Ready?” James hissed. He turned and crawled, getting out of range.
“James?” Robbie tried again, pressing down harder on the wound. James grunted, his eyes flickering.
“Hey, c’mon.” Robbie tried desperately, looking around. Where was backup!
“I…I guess the…reservations are…off.” James managed a smile, his dark eyes fading.
“No, c’mon. When we get back, I’ll personally call the Ritz and get the best rooms.” Robbie replied, ripping down the length of his sleeve. The rain was heavy and unrelenting.
Robbie hefted James over his shoulder and took the tramp through the undergrowth, keeping to the shadows of trees.
“Gunny!” The hiss came. Robbie turned his head to where the sergeant was. He smiled with relief
TWENTY-ONE
“Yes, sir. I understand.” Robbie answered, handing over the paper, signed.
“You were a good Marine, O’Mara.” His commanding officer said, signing his own name.
“Thank-you, sir, but I’ve had enough of war.”
“You keep that silver star clean.” His CO instructed. “Riford wouldn’t want it to gather dust.” Robbie smiled, standing up and shaking his CO’s hand before leaving to catch his train.
TWENTY-TWO
Robbie sighed, sitting back against the worn chair of the waiting area. The assisstant before him was typing away furiously, every now and then glancing down at a piece of paper on her desk. A door opened off to his left with the words 'DCI Luke Barrows stencilled on in black.
"Mr. O'Mara?" The Irish accent asked. Robbie stood up with a smile.
"Yes, sir. That's me." DCI Barrows gave the younger man a smile and opened his door for Robbie to enter.
Sitting down in the comfortable chair opposite DCI Barrows, Robbie took a quick look around the room.
"So, you were a Marine for how many years?" Barrows asked, looking at Robbie's manila reseme file.
"Five years, sir." He replied without hesitation. Seventeen to Twenty Two. Five years abouts.
"And you deployed..."
"Six times."
"Right, and why d'you want to work for the County Police Department?"
"I needed a break and it's nice and calm here."
"It'll just be patroling and questioning and generally just keeping the peace down around the town and stables. Not as exciting as a deployment. You'll be on the Horse Team." Robbie smiled.
"That's the point, sir."
"Please, no sir. And welcome to the force Horse Detective O'Mara."
ANSWERS AND QUESTIONS
Ask no questions, you will be told no lies
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Name: Robert O'Mara
Age: Twenty-Four
Gender: Male
Height: Six One
Weight: 180
Hair/Eyes: Light brown hair, green eyes
Clothing Style: He tends to go around in uniform, but if not he's very casual
Riding Style: English, police
Riding Experience: A long time, he can't remember when he started
Likes: • Hunting
• Tracking
• Muffins
• Coffee
• Calm day out
• Mapping
• Trekking – usually up hills
• Training
• Socializing
• Amateur photography
• Any good film – knows whatever you’d want to know about the film of your choice
• Any sort of music – excluding any classical
• Vintage cars
Dislikes: • Wars – one reason he left the Marines.
• Now, the Navy
• One night stands
• Dirtbags
• Unsolved cases
• Manila envelopes
• Reading through cold case files or watching CCTV
• Idiots – remember he’s a sniper.
• Jerks
• Romantic novels
• BMWs
Fears: being called back into reecruitment
Habits: over-analysing and not taking things seriously enough
Goals: carry on life and stay alive.
Overall Personality: Over all, Robbie’s not a very hard guy not to like, but really it just depends what kind of person you like.
CHEERFUL
He always tries to keep on a cheerful face. There’s nothing like a smile to help you through the day. He may not me n it, but at least he’s still trying. He’s no actor, but you can’t always see through him. He can be an open book, sometimes, but not always. He’s always got what he tries to make a calm exterior. He may be screaming inside, but he’s keeping calm outside. It helps to have no expression when you’re lining up cross hairs. Start to like or feel for the animal and you might not get any dinner that night. He does sometimes look a tad worse for ware, but he can pull over the ‘long night’ and ‘he’s just tired’ exterior and most people leave him alone. In some ways he looks rather bedraggled and that could be for numerous reasons, but his positive attitude means that whatever comes around the corner, Robert O’Mara would most likely meet it with a smile.
SOCIAL
Oh he loves a good talk does our Robbie. Grew up in a traditional Irish village, he can drink most people under the table. Not that he’s really one to drink. He can drink and doesn’t mind letting down his guard among friends. In most ways he’s a likeable guy. He has an easy, open exterior. Sadly that’s an act. He’s always been a bit wary about meeting strangers, so if he can act it up enough, people ignore it. Its not that he’s rude to others, to tell the truth he’s probably the most polite person ever. It wouldn’t be surprising if he’s just stepped out of the eighteen fifties. Well maybe it would be, but the point still stands. He’s very polite to strangers. He can talk like there’s no tomorrow, usually to anyone. But not the sort of tell his life story, just involve himself in a conversation and join. He’s good at doing that.
HIS OWN WORKER
Robbie knows where his place is and he knows it’s not at the front lines. He likes being more of the backstage crew rather than the cast. He’ll always strive to do his best, or at least what he considers his best. He’s a hard worker, so his best can be rather…more than others. In the Marines he’d pushed his squad when their commander had taken a fall. However, he knows when to stop. That doesn’t mean he will stop, but he knows when to let others take a breather as not to kill them. He is a man that knows his own boundaries, but he can usually push himself beyond them, even if it’s not his best work that will come out at the end. Robbie’s contented to live his own life as he wants, not what others want and he will live it as he wishes. Sometimes it benefits others, sometimes he doesn’t.
LEVEL
Robbie’s not usually one to rush into things. He’ll think about things, judge and contemplate. He considers risks as if he was an insurance company. He’s good to have in a crisis as he can make decisions, he hates to and sometimes they will be the wrong ones. He’s a guy who likes to take him time, and he will take his time if he has the time. He does keep his head, even if he really doesn’t like the situations. He likes to think through the options rather than just pick the easiest or the quickest. There’s usually a safest, quickest, easiest and best. He tries to find the best rather than all the others. He likes to be thorough rather than sorry.
PATIENT
For heavens sake. He sits in a tree branch all day looking for a deer to come past. That’s got to add up to patient. He doesn’t really mind the solitude as long as he’s going to get something out at the end. Things need to ass up and he can wait forever to make sure they do. He’s not one to believe in coincidences, there’s a reason for everything.
QUIET
Robbie doesn’t generally shout, he has no need to. Or for that matter talk at all unless he has to: hence the ability to sit in a tree all day. He does have the thoughts in his head, but then most people do. Although most people only have one, he has two. If they were written down on paper they would be in black and red, why, no-one knows. However, when he wants to and when he needs to he can talk to Australia and back, an easy and effective way to distract people. Mostly he does keep to himself though. He knows the consequences of speaking up in the wrong moment, and he does care for those around him. Talking brings about things no-one wants so he learnt to keep quiet and just let himself think of ways out or around obstacles. He can look after himself if worse comes to worse; at least he thinks he can. He’s not one to boast and prefers to keep quiet.
HUMOR
He loves a good laugh does Robbie. He’s got a big sense of humor, could be something to do with the thoughts that constantly fight in his head, but maybe not. He hates to see things and people depressed, as for one reason he left the force. Its rare that he himself gets depressed and if he does, he gets over it quickly, or as quickly as possible. Anything involving depression is swept aside and if it can’t be, he keeps it to himself, whatever the cost. He keeps himself in any cases from falling into the pit of depression usually by thinking about his luck. He seems to have been born under a lucky star, did our Robbie.
Mother: Anita O'Mara
Father: Robert Primo O'Mara
Siblings: Madison and Meredith O'Mara
Spouse: None
Job: Mounted Policeman
History: TWO
Madison O’Mara, his older sister by four years, had always asked when they were taking Robbie back to the shop. Annie O’Mara would just laugh and keep making the dinner. Robbie would sit and look around the kitchen, stroking the family dog, Carrie. Primo O’Mara was seldom home. He spent long hours working at the office, only coming home after eight each night. Eight was early for Primo to come home. Annie was more of a house-wife, seeing as she was mostly on maternity leave. They didn’t have a nanny, so Annie quit her job as an Accountant to work at home with the children.
FOUR
Robbie started school. A small state school just down the road from the O’Mara’s house. Madison would always take Robbie to school while Annie took care of their youngest sister, Meredith. Robbie was an exceptional student, passing through his first and second years without so much as a blip on his school report.
SIX
Madison and Robbie had been walking home when their father’s care pulled up in the drive way. That was an odd occurrence, seeing as it was only half past three. Proceed with caution. Both could hear Meredith crying, a door slamming. Both stayed outside, couldn’t exactly blame them for not wanting to go in, could you. Neither went home that night, staying with the cousins that lived half a mile away. Somehow they didn’t seem so surprised when they told their story of how the door was locked and Primo wouldn’t let them in. Jason O’Mara, Primo’s brother understood perfectly of his brothers “temper”. A normal day at school, a normal day at home. The kitchen clock clicked past six, past seven. Nothing unusual about this. Watching a re-run of a film. The soft knock on the door. Robbie was the first up and at the door. The young boy smiled at the two tall police officers at the door. That was the night his father went to hell. Not literally of course. No, caught in the act of robbery. Fired from his job, left Annie, Robbie, Meredith and Madison without any source of income. Charming.
TEN
Robbie’s grades started to drop, and he stopped caring. Homework wasn’t handed in; he got into fights at school. Madison’s as well. Only Meredith stayed on at school, or at least did well in them. Robbie sort of stopped caring, stopped bothering. Annie was back at being an accountant and was offered a job in America, Virginia. By then, Robbie had just finished his A-Levels. He was young to finish them, at just seventeen. He’d been move dup a year, so had done GCSE and SATs a year early as well. The family moved to Virginia. Madison received a middle class, alright paid job as a secretary. Robbie, however, had different plans.
EIGHTEEN
At seventeen he enlisted in the Marines. By his grades and schooling, it would seem that he was eighteen, and therefore old enough to join the Marines. Boot camp was hard work, but he endured and made enough friends to last a life time. Sad that they didn’t exactly last very long.
TWENTY
Such a young age. The helicopter landed with a rush of air and created a hell of a mess. The grass lay out flat on the ground, making an unusual pattern. The Marines took off their helmets and ear phones. The heavy packs were strapped on and in a mob the troop left the copter behind. Robbie looked around, at the black sky, heard the soft rumble and saw the tanks and camouflage. He nudged his buddy, a man called James Riford.
“Nice looking place, eh?”
“Yeah, maybe we’ll rethink the bookings we had at the Ritz.” A tall man in camouflage gear hurried up.
“Alright boys! Welcome to Hell.”
And it was. Explosions plastered the sky. Robbie crouched low in the brush, lining up the cross hairs down his rifle. The bullet took out a computer system thirty yards away, which burst into flame. He winked at James who had just hefted his own weapon onto his shoulder.
“Ready?” James hissed. He turned and crawled, getting out of range.
“James?” Robbie tried again, pressing down harder on the wound. James grunted, his eyes flickering.
“Hey, c’mon.” Robbie tried desperately, looking around. Where was backup!
“I…I guess the…reservations are…off.” James managed a smile, his dark eyes fading.
“No, c’mon. When we get back, I’ll personally call the Ritz and get the best rooms.” Robbie replied, ripping down the length of his sleeve. The rain was heavy and unrelenting.
Robbie hefted James over his shoulder and took the tramp through the undergrowth, keeping to the shadows of trees.
“Gunny!” The hiss came. Robbie turned his head to where the sergeant was. He smiled with relief
TWENTY-ONE
“Yes, sir. I understand.” Robbie answered, handing over the paper, signed.
“You were a good Marine, O’Mara.” His commanding officer said, signing his own name.
“Thank-you, sir, but I’ve had enough of war.”
“You keep that silver star clean.” His CO instructed. “Riford wouldn’t want it to gather dust.” Robbie smiled, standing up and shaking his CO’s hand before leaving to catch his train.
TWENTY-TWO
Robbie sighed, sitting back against the worn chair of the waiting area. The assisstant before him was typing away furiously, every now and then glancing down at a piece of paper on her desk. A door opened off to his left with the words 'DCI Luke Barrows stencilled on in black.
"Mr. O'Mara?" The Irish accent asked. Robbie stood up with a smile.
"Yes, sir. That's me." DCI Barrows gave the younger man a smile and opened his door for Robbie to enter.
Sitting down in the comfortable chair opposite DCI Barrows, Robbie took a quick look around the room.
"So, you were a Marine for how many years?" Barrows asked, looking at Robbie's manila reseme file.
"Five years, sir." He replied without hesitation. Seventeen to Twenty Two. Five years abouts.
"And you deployed..."
"Six times."
"Right, and why d'you want to work for the County Police Department?"
"I needed a break and it's nice and calm here."
"It'll just be patroling and questioning and generally just keeping the peace down around the town and stables. Not as exciting as a deployment. You'll be on the Horse Team." Robbie smiled.
"That's the point, sir."
"Please, no sir. And welcome to the force Horse Detective O'Mara."
ANSWERS AND QUESTIONS
Ask no questions, you will be told no lies
Roleplay Sample:
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