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Name: Charles “Marfach” O’Malley(Marfach=Killer)
Age: 80(Looks to be early 30s)
Gender: Male
Physical appearance:Height: 5’10”
Weight: 170 lbs
Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Brown
Description: Standing at five foot ten inches tall, and weighing around one hundred and seventy pounds, Charles isn’t someone most people would mess with. Charles’ weight and muscle appears to be evenly distributed about his body, making him appear weaker than he is, some would call it wirey. His arms, able to lift many times his own weight, are not overly large and make him look like a someone who doesn’t have do any physical labor. Attached to his broad shoulders is an average sized head with a closely cropped mop of dark brown hair and light green eyes. His face is kept cleanly shaven. On the left side of his lip is a scar roughly a quarter inch in length. Moving down the body we come to his hands. They are large and rough, calloused from man-handling firearms for a over half a century. Move even further down his body you get to his feet, which are quite average. A size twelve to be exact.
As for scars, he has several. He has two gunshot wounds on his chest, one right under his right collar bone and the other on his left side below the ribcage. He has a stab wound in the middle of his torso, right below his sternum. It is around a quarter inch long and is from his time on the streets.
Clothing of choice: Charles Suits: They are always fitted and well-tailored, custom fit for his frame in years gone by. Starting from the floor, a person would see a pair of shiny black dress shoes, who’s style did not match that of the common era. Underneath the shoes, were solid black dress socks, which come up to mid-calf. His long dress pants are dark blue in color, with a lighter shade to make up the stripes. Once a person gets to his waist they will see a thin, black leather belt with a shiny gold colored buckle. For a shirt, he wears a solid white, long sleeved, button up shirt. All of his suits use a solid white shirt. For a tie, Charles uses a dark blue, with a lighter blue stripe running diagonal through it, tied in a four in one knot. Over his shirt and tie he wears a pin-stripe vest, matching his pants. Tucked into his vest pocket, is a solid gold pocket watch with a black and white picture of a red-headed woman. Over his vest he wears a custom made, leather shoulder holster with two compartments for two spare magazines. Over all of this, he wears a single breasted suit jacket, also matching his pants and vest in colors. Though the jacket has been custom tailored to allow the use of a shoulder holster without a noticeable bulge. To top off the ansemble, Charles likes to wear a linen fedora. This tops off his mobster look.
Weaponry of choice: His weapon of is an original 1921 Colt M1911 handgun chambered in .45 rounds. It holds 7 rounds in a magazine and one in the barrel. The slide and receiver are steel grey while the handgrips are made of cherry. His Secondary weapon is a Heckler & Koch USP chambered in .45 rounds. It hols 12 rounds in a box magazine and one in the barrel. The gun is all black.
His weapon of choice is an original Colt M1911 .45; His secondary weapon of choice is a modern H&K USP chambered in 45 caliber round
Race: Vampire Rank-D
Abilities: Regeneration may take a long amount of time for major damage (ie: 15 posts), sublime supernatural strength, agility, stamina, durability, and reflexes, big weakness to silver and blessed weaponry but survivable, killable through conventional means, ability to turn virgins into vampires, non-virgins into somewhat weak ghouls, the need to drink blood occasionally, susceptible to unblessed damage (still fatal to them), meagre weakness to sunlight (as in they get sick around it).
He is a great shot with either of his pistols.
Organization: Unaffiliated
Personality: Charles’s personality is unlike most of those of the modern era. Being someone of an age long past, he is often considered way old fashioned. Where as modern women don’t like having things done for them, Charles prefers to do things for them. Woman walking inside, he will open the door for them. Women goes to sit down, he will pull the chair out for her. While he is a normally calm person, if he sees a woman getting abused he will often intervene. Often with a deadly outcome. There are a few other pet peeves which will make him lose control of his anger in a matter of seconds. Such as rudeness. He has a deep hatred for rude people and has before killed people for being rude towards him or a woman. Despite his calm attitude and his disdain for violence, he isn’t afraid to roll his sleeves up and get elbow deep in blood and gore.
Charles time in the prison camp wasn't as bad as others. He was used to not eating much, from growing up extremely destitute and on the bad side of town. What damaged his psyche the most was not the beatings or the malnutrition, but watching his friends die slowly and eventually himself. Because of this mistreatment from the hands of his captures(italians and germans), Charles has a hatred towards them and it doesn't take much for him to want to kill one. He doesn't like to kill anything except Italians and Germans, but he does get some sort of pleasure from killing either of those ethnicities.
Rank: N/A
Biography: Charles was born in New York City, New York on August 7th, 1923 to a large Irish-American family. During these early years, Charles’ family was pretty poor. Growing up in the middle of an Irish Mob controlled neighborhood, and during the height of Prohibition, Charles grew up learning to fend for himself from an early age. By the age of twelve, Charles had lost count of how many fights he had been in. When he was 13, he dropped out of school and became a runner for the Irish Mob. With the sudden influx of money from Charles, despite his mother hating it that he dropped out of school, his family started getting a little more well off. They could afford slightly better food and coal to heat the furnace during cold winter nights.
Charles stayed a runner until the bombing of Pearl Harbor in ’41. The next day, he and his ‘mates’ as he called them, were some of the first person to enlist. Unlike his ‘mates’ he chose to enlist in the Army. It didn’t take long for Charles knack at shooting to be realized, and he was assigned to a sharpshooter unit. After a year of fighting in North Africa Charles, and a handful of others, were chosen to try out for a special unit in Ireland. Charles eagerly accepted and attended the selection in Carrickfergus, Northern Ireland, At the end of the selection Process, Charles was given his tab and assigned to the 1st Ranger Battalion. He participated in several campaigns with the Rangers until the infamous Battle of Cisterna, where he was taken prisoner by the Nazis. Charles, a Corporal at the time, was sent Stalag 339 in Mantua, Italy. He spent a year there before the camp was Liberated by the Allied forces, and after a quick physical, he was sent back home. On his return home he found out that his mother had died from cancer and his younger brother had been killed by some Italian Made-men.
With his expertise with the Thompson sub-machine gun, among other weapons, Charles was inducted into the Irish Mob as an enforcer. He spent a lot of his time killing people, and beating them senseless. He did this for six years before he was ‘promoted’ and had a more than a few men under his command. He spent five years as a ‘boss’ before he was turned into a vampire. He and his men were running a raid on an underground ‘safe house’ of a rival gang. What they didn’t know was the the ‘safe house’ was housing one of the gang’s secret weapons. A vampire. After a quick and brutal firefight with the vampire, Charles was made into a vampire.
Charles began his new life as an undead denizen. Thankfully, he was a devote Catholic and hadn’t had sex by then. It didn’t take him more than a day to become a true vampire and feast on the blood of a human. The human in question was the boss of his rival gang. And he drained the poor soul completely, leaving a desiccated husk behind. He spent many years leading his gang behind the curtain until the mob, growing tired of the power Charles wielded, all but destroyed it. After that, Charles decided to wander the world trying to stay away from his violent tendencies.
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OOC: Leifteanant is the Irish spelling for the rank Lieutenant.
"Sergeant O'Malley. Loo' at these legs." Charles smiled as he looked at the young private second star, as he waved the newest picture of his girlfriend in front of his face. Charles deftly grabbed the photo from the young Private's hand and took a closer look at it. "Oh sweet jesus lad. Ye can see 'er snatch in da peecture." With a laugh he handed it back to the Private and pointed to the dark red spot between her legs. The kid's smile grew bigger and bigger. Charles knew the kid was still a virgin by the way he acted when the older gents talked about the most recent woman they had conquered sexually. The Private wondered off as quickly as he came. Charles was about to go back to eating his lunch when the Leifteanant approached him. He quickly stood, saluted, and shouted "Officer present, lads." The silence was broken up by the sudden clambering of feet as all the enlisted personnel stood and saluted. The officer told them at ease and they went back to their meals, except for Charles who was handed a mission briefing. The Leifteanant suddenly turned around and left without a word. His squad would leave on a mission into the middle of nowhere to escort a tribal chief's daughter to an arranged marriage.
He sighed and hurriedly finished his meal before calling his squad together. He informed them of the mission and they all groaned. He let them. After letting them take a few extra minutes to get ready, he grabbed his own M4 rifle and chambered a round. Once they were mounted in the three Humvees, he clicked the safety on the gun to single fire and chambered a round in his sidearm before getting in the lead Humvee. His driver today was the same Private with the naked girl picture. He slapped the Private on the back before saying, if you hit any speed bumps I'll shoot you. Don't worry I'll shoot you in the foot so you can go back to that pretty girl of yours." The Private gave a half-hearted laugh as they pulled out of the compound and began driving into the jungle. About an hour's drive into the jungle, the Humvee gave a sudden lurch as it dropped into a pothole and drive back out. Charles smiled before saying "Don't worry. When I said speed bump, I meant landmine. If we both lived through landmine I was gonna make sure at least someone made it back to a red headed beauty with her skirt over her head." Charles and the Private laughed together as the drove through the jungle. The drive took three hours to make and they arrived without any problems. When the daughter came, out everyone was shocked. They expected some fugly brown cow to come out of the hut. Not some hot african girl. Charles shook Chief's hand as his men mounted back up. The woman would be in Charle's Humvee, but he didn't figure the woman knew english. So once his squad was outside of the village and on their way to the next village his tirade began. "Oi can't believe d'ese motha fuckin' jungle assholes would sell out their daughter just to get some motha fuckin' cat'el. Jeeezus fuckin' Christ. 'Ave they no common decency." The Private just nodded his head and agreed with him. Right afterwords the woman spoke up in the back seat with perfect english. "I would ask you not to speak ill of my father please. He is doing only as tradition dictates." Charles and the driver both looked at each other in disbelief as she spoke. Charles was the first to speak. "Beggin' ye pardon mum. Din't know ye spoke sootch good english. If oi 'ad known ye spoke english I wouldn't 'ave used such 'arsh language. I jus' don't understan' why a da would sell 'is daughter for a few cat'el. Tha's all."
The woman was about to speak when all of a sudden, a rocket-propelled grenade came from the jungle and his the middle Humvee. The big .50s opened fire on either side of the jungle, while Charles quickly pulled his helmet on and climbed out of the lead Humvee. He quickly fire several rounds into the jungle to his left as he ran back to the middle Humvee. He looked in and saw four unconscious bodies. He looked at the rear Humvee and waved a hand for them to pull-up. He then quickly waved his Humvee to back up. The drivers immediately brought their Humvees to him. With the help of two of his men, he pulled all four of the bodies and loaded them into the first and third Humvee before having them drive ahead of him a few feet. Once they were a safe distance away, he pulled an incendiary grenade his vest and pulled the pin. He quickly tossed it into the Humvee before running to get to his Humvee. As he ran, bullets whizzed over his head and several RPGs exploded within ten feet of him, sending hot shrapnel into his legs as he ran. Then a big black guy carrying an AK-47 jumped out of the jungle. Before he could draw down on him, the man unleashed the 7.62 rounds at him. Two of them caught his vest while a third caught him in the ribs and a forth caught him in the right shoulder. He fell immediately but was back up again pulling his handgun from its holster and shot the man four times before he dropped. It wasn't until he was being dragged into his Humvee that he heard himself screaming. He glanced down and saw his vest on the ground outside of the Humvee. He then saw his already blood soaked uniform. Once he was inside of his Humvee, one of the unconscious men had regained consciousness and was applying a pressure bandage against his shoulder while also applying one to his ribs. He smiled as he said "Dat motha' fuckin' jungle rat shot me. Dat motha' fuckin' jungle rat shot ME. Should have stayed a virgin. Wouldn't have been shot or about to die then." He glanced at his driver and winked.
This was the last thing he remembers until he woke up in a hospital while a doctor was cutting him open. He screamed. Not in pain but in anger. He quickly lashed out and struck the doctor and then choked out one of the guards that attempted to subdue him. He took the guard's club before moving through the abandoned hospital, naked. He wanted out hospital and right then.
Subject: Charles "Marfach" O'Malley(Finished) 
