Richard A. O'Connel

[Richard O'Connel]

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Full Name:
Richard Allen O'Connel

Nick Name(s):
Rick

Age:
31

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Class:
Guardian

Occupation:
Ex. Village Guardian; Currently Hunter for Hire.

Alliance:
None

Persona:
Neutral

Appearance:


Abilities/Skills:
Rick is what one would call both a Precision Specialist, and an Expert Marksman. Though his equipped weaponry consists of only pistols, Rick manages to hit targets at distances of roughly 100 to 140 yards. Rick is also a man of extreme endurance. His body has been mantained for his life of currently 31 years, for from birth, Rick has been trained in marksmanship and small arms precision. Though most human beings have an intolerance for pain and agony, Rick was born with a specific gene that allows him to feel only half of the pain that would be recieved from any physical damage in his lifetime.

Aside from his ability to accurately fire his pistols, Rick also holds the ability to move around quicker than many humans as well. Having been trained from mere birth, Rick's muscles have grown more accurately and acutely, allowing for him to use them in ways others would not be able to. For instance, normal beings would move in a walking pace of about 1 to 2 seconds in interval. Rick has been built in a manner that allows the time intervals between each and every step he takes to decrease, therefore allowing his steps to be roughly 1/2 to 1 1/2 seconds apart. This allows for a faster walking, jogging, and running pace.

Personality:
Rick has always been a serious and severely stern individual. He was taught by his father to be fully straightforward and honest, and to this day remains just that. He enjoys being either in charge, or under the contract of another individual. Knowing that there are lives to strive to protect, or that there is a newcoming payment on his charter of work, Rick is appeased to a point. Since the slaughter of his people, and the brotherhood he worked within, Rick has limited himself to only certain extremes of happiness. He enjoys company of known presences, and is respectful and partially warm to newcomers in his world.

Rick likes time to himself, occuppying such time with timely practices of his honed skills. He enjoys when there is a brisk smell of smoke and burning logs, and when the air is filled with jolly voices. When all becomes quiet, he recieves flashbacks of the old days at his village that he choses to reside within, where and when his brothers and sisters, father and mother, and his people were slaughtered willingly by the only known enemy that Rick has ever had.

Weapons:




SideNote:
Rick carries all four sorts of ammunition; Silver, Silver Nitrate, Ultra Violet, and Lead bullets. (All ammunition is acquired through his employed workings)

History:
Richard O'Connel was born on the exact date of January 3, 1977. He was born to a mother by the name of Lucinder Camprice, and to a father by the name of Matthew O'Connel. His mother was a quiet and intellectual being, his father a loud and leadership-based figure. His mother and father also birthed a young girl that was just over 8 years younger than Richard himself. Richard, being the first and foremost the eldest child, was trained directly from birth. After being cleared from his birthing process, and removed and cleaned from his mother's womb, Rick was taught to walk. By the age of 2 and 3, Rick was learning to bear arms, holding up staves and holsters that weighed another quarter of his own. He grew stronger, his bone structure becoming more complex with every passing day. Rick was known as the Escatchuon of the Village by the age of 5, his abilities surpassing some over 5 years older than him. He was indeed his father's son. His father, Matthew O'Connel, was also a man bore from his own train. He was raised in the exact way that Rick was being brought up, and so had decided to pass on the tradition. In doing so, Rick was becoming just the type of Hunter that his father prayed for. At age 6, Rick was reaching a height of about 4'6". His build was significantly larger than boys of his age, and he had already begun to grow visible structures of muscle throughout his body.

It was not until his age of between 7 and 8 that Rick began to pay slightly more attention to his younger sister, who also began to blossom. She had seemed to attempt to follow in his footsteps, taking on slightly similar challenges that Rick had already succeeded upon. She was the quickest of the girls in their village, and had already learned to not only draw, but to effectively fire a bow. She had obviously trained with their mother, and had become quite the fighter. Rick grew ever stronger and more agile as he grew older, soon reaching the age of 10. During the 10th year of Rick's life, he discovered something about himself that would change the way he looked at fighting for himself permanently. Through baggering his father for a few months, Rick discovered that he carried the gene of pain immunity. This gene allowed him to feel only half of the pain inflicted upon his body, and gave him several opportunities as he was becoming ready to take on his father's place. With practice and long trials of conditioning, Rick began to learn to use his genes to his advantage, allowing for him to become more enduring within a fight, and give him an upperhand. At the age of 12, rick learned to draw weapons, and to fire small-armed weapons. He was given his first pistol, and learned quite quickly it's every function. His father handed it to him, not telling him how to reload it, or what the trigger was for. Before his father had given him his first pistol, Rick had never been allowed to hold such a weapon.

Within weeks of his 12th year, Rick mastered the arts of both reloading and speedfiring his pistol. In recognition of his achievements, during the 13th year of Rick's life, Matthew gave him an entire blanket of equipment, including ammo, weapons, and extra cartridges. Rick strung the blanket with wollen cloth, allow it mobility in it's uses. At this point, Rick carried his weapons with him always. After his 16th year in the village, he learned to stitch, and to sow. An elder in the village gave him needles with which to sow, and taught him that such art. With his blanket, he formed what is now his 'battle vest', if you will. This piece of equipment is a strap reliant vest that goes over his shoulders, and around his midchest and back. With this vest, Rick was capable of carrying two pistols beneath his arms, and at the birthday of his 21st year, Rick was given his father's hunting coat, gloves, and belt. With these new pieces of equipment, Rick found himself capable of carrying his entire arsenal of weaponry. His father was proud, and so he was as well. He carried on his father's name for the next 7 years, hunting down anything that might possibly be a possible intruder, and/or threat.
During his 28th year, Rick was submitted to extra-curricular practices, meaning that during after-post hours, Rick would be subject to practice with his endurance and with his weaponry precision. Once reaching his 31st year of living in the village, many things changed.

During this current year of his life, Rick became a Master of both Precision and Accuracy. His younger sister helped his father, and Rick, himself, was doing his job, spending 18 hours of his day watching over the outer borders, holding to his post regiment with honor. He was a Master Marksman as well, and so would be ready for a fight. There was no such thing. Not for a good half of the year. In the month of November, a newcomer came along. He appeared at the gate behind Rick's own, and so Rick did not meet him, himself, for a good day or two. Rick's sister was the one to inform him of the new arrival, and the one who encouraged Rick to meet him urgently. The moment Rick layed eyes on this one, he knew trouble was on the horizon. This young man stunk of Lycan sensory, and he spoke in fragments for a good three days. This newcomer stayed under the watchfull eye of Rick for 5 days straight, though the young newcomer hadn't the slightest idea. This young arrival helped constantly around the village, and on the 5th day of the week he had been in the village, he saved Rick's young sister's life. She was not happy about it, but lived on nonetheless. She spoke to Rick himself about the saving of her life, and so Rick knew of his doings. The 6th day of his being there, the young man had left the village, but only for a few hours. He came back, nothing in his grasp. He stunk of fresh blood. Rick smelt it from his post above the Village outer-rim.

That night, Rick overheard a few villagers speaking about the dissappearance of an older man that day, and knew the springing of the young Lycan's loin had begun. Rick moved quickly, alerting and rousing the brotherhood of men that aided him in difficult hunts. They moved out that night, returning the next morning with nothing but the knowledge of a torn apart corpse just outside of the forest that stood before the village entrance. Upon returning, just as Rick and his brethren came to the frontal gate of the Village, screams and cries pierced the walls and gate, and filled Rick's ears. This young Lycan had made it's move. Rick acted on impulse, kicking his way through the gate, and straight into the middle courtyard of the village. There, covered in inglorious and fresh blood, and surrounded by torn limbs and scattered bodies, stood this Lycan, blood dripping from it's snout. It's dark eyes glared towards Rick and Rick only. It focused heavily upon him, for it knew his intentions. Rick acted once more on impulse, his left and right hand moving beneath his coat and within about half of a second, he had both withdrawn and fired both pistols, their silver-hollowpoint rounds piercing through both the Lycan's upper forehead and upper chest. Both bullets went through it's body, and hit the pillar behind it. Rick moved quickly, flagging for his men to search through the bodies for any survivors; particularly any of Rick's family members.

As they were found, Rick's family members were dragged to the center of town, then lifted to a small citadel that both Rick and his men put forth and effort to build in honor of the dead. Once the citadel was built, and the dead were placed inside, Rick lifted the intruder from it's deathspot and carried it directly out of the village, throwing it into the river on the other side of the forest, and then returning with bloody hands. Of all of the bodies who were not found, it was his young sister's whose had been lost in the battle. Rick was unsure of what had happened to her, but knew that if she was to survive, that she would be looking for the Lycan. He smirked very slightly, then turning to his fellow men and knodding for them to return to their posts, along with Rick, himself, by their sides.

I, Richard O'Connel , have read the rules and agreed to obey them. I will not post in anywhere that is Out of Character Base until my character has been disappeared into the "Accepted Characters" board. I will also respect my fellow board members and be as active as I can. I will also not carry off into an argument when my character is killed.