MORIARTY, Rigby

[Rigby Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=383f53] Rigby Hadwin Pip Moriarty 31 -- male -- bi -- human -- irish american Likes: boobs, explosions, guns, grenades, war memorabilia , any other war related antiques, steak, cigarettes, alcohol, action games and movies, fist fights Dislikes: hippies, PETA, snobs, the rich in general, sappy sob movies, winter, things that require depth perception Positive Traits:Likes being useful, loyal, Protective, usually has his heart in the right place. Usually. Negative Traits: Doesn’t always realize if he’s hurting someone’s feelings, impatient, rash, stubborn, if he can’t solve his problems after fighting will decide it’s just not worth his time and pretend it doesn’t exist Phobias: Trypanophobia: fear of needles Ankylophobia: Fear of becoming immobile or paralyzed Other: Rigby always wanted to be that cool older brother, growing up as the oldest boy in a large family with little money. He tried to study. He wanted to be good. He wanted to take care of his little siblings… And he managed to fail on just about all of these accounts. He couldn’t care enough to study and do as well as he could have in school. Somehow, he’d manage to end up in fights over this and that. And trying to be the good older brother… was probably his biggest failure yet. He managed to get his little Luke addicted to cancer sticks… And to make up for that little mistake, he tried to get his brother to hang out with some better crowds. It probably would have worked out better if he had been around to make sure the new guys he introduced Luke to were actually nice respectable young men. Sadly, they weren’t. Yet another tally on the Big Mistakes List. By this time, Rigby had gotten out of school and into the military. It was regular pay, the military always accepted soldiers, and it was something he could actually do. Game on. It was something that he actually did very well… Until the IED explosion that subsequently left a piece of shrapnel in his eye and had him removed from the military. Now, he works as a dealer in military memorabilia and antiques, and old guns. He can authenticate and sell, and managed to save enough from his paychecks (when they weren’t being divided out to his family) where he can open up a small shop of his. He’s thinking he might even call it the Wild Goose. Why this city you may ask? Well, apparently there is a lack of fine shops for selling items like this. He heard through the extensive grapevine that his brother was here. And hanging out with some strange man. In addtion, the scenery is great. He needs to keep an eye (pun was not originally intended, but now is) on one little brother of his. Its hard to keep an eye on a gun and military memorabilia shop like this when you’re politely trying to find stalk your younger brother and his new “friend”. Perhaps he’ll need to get a kemono to watch the place so that he can open up more time for this… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - OOC Name: Naddy/Skeeter Other Characters:Mael

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[Hillar Miyamoto]

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