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Name: Gus McLeary
Breed: Mortal
Age and/or birth date: March 27th, 1851
Eye Color: Blue as the Ocean!
Hair: Red like the fir’s of ‘ell, ya flippin’ prostitute!
Height/weight: 4’8″
Occupation: Boxer
Equipment/weapons: Kilt, boxing equipment, pouch of money, a wee pony
for ridin’!
Appearance (clothes, etc..): Gus is a short guy, namely a dwarf. He
stands at 4’8″ with a large stature for his size, however. He is
muscular and has spent many times in the boxing ring. On his body, one
can see where bones have been reset and scars from his time in the
competitive ring. He often wears a simple shirt and pants, but
occasionally he can be seen wearing his ceremonial kilt.
Background: So ye wanna know about me backgroun’, eh? Well let me tell
ye what wen’ on. Me murther is a fine lass from the ‘ighlands. She’s
the won that did give me life an’ if I ‘ear one word nasty about ‘er,
I’ll slit yer throat an’ pony punch ya in the hole. An’way, me murther
gave birth to three of us wee children. I was the last. Me brother is a
doctor who has spent many times patching me up. Me sister is married to
a fine lad who is a lawyer up in Scotland. Me pappy is a ‘ard workin’
farmer from Ireland.
I was born in the lovely month of March when the flow’rs ‘ad jus’
started grewin’. The doctors were nae sure ‘ow well I’d survive
considerin’ me short size. But me murther an’ me pappy didn’ care. They
firs’ recognized ah was gonna be a wee one when I was born und’rweight
an’ small. They didn’ give much chance I’d survive. But I was a
stubborn one, laddie.
In school, I was made fun o’ constantly by these stupid mics. So I
learned ‘ow to fight. Seemed I had a right gift for it as well. By the
age of twelve, I was knockin’ out people a lot strong’r than me. It
didn’t take long before I was spotted by a Mr. O’Conner.
Mr. O’Conner ran a circus an’ said I’d fit right in. So I decided with
nothin’ ta lews ah’d sign up an’ try it out. Oh, they did nae tell me
I’d be a clown! Oh how I ‘ated that. I was a boxer, for Chrissakes! But
the other short lads were a nice group so I hung aroun’ them for
awhile. We start’d out a boxing championship later on when Mr. O’Conner
realiz’d we wee folk were tenacious buggers. An’ wouldntcha know tha’ I
would come to be the grand champion.
After t’ree years with the circus, I wen’ out to try meself in the
boxing ring competitively. Oh, but they laughed…until I knocked out
ol’ Randy McDougal in the firs’ hit. Suddenly, the wee man wasn’t such
a laughing stock aft’rall! I rose to the top an’ then lost me last
fight to get to be champion. A big ol’ Mic with a fist lahk a horse’s
hoof knocked me out after the secon’ round. Ah decided it was time to
move on to anoth’r arena!
So I travel to London to see what these Puritans c’n do. On me ol’
trusty pony, Bill an’ jus’ the clothes on me back an’ a small pouch of
money, ah set out to see where me life can take me.
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