Rory O'Malley is a character role-played by chopmoz.
Background Information[]
At the core Rory O’Malley would be considered an uneducated savant, always plotting, always aware of his immediate surroundings. Growing up in rural Ireland Rory was not blessed with what some would call a pleasant home. A Father that was nowhere to be seen, an alcoholic Mother confined to her own state of self-pity that would leave her not coming out of her for room for days at a time and seemingly absent from any facet of Rory’s life. Being the single child of the family and no relatives known, being left to fend for himself for majority of Rory’s upbringing he would rarely get assistance from passing by strangers. The community being small and very chattily amongst themselves started to treat Rory as if he was different, almost as if he had a visible black mark of poverty and a broken home. Shunned and essentially outcasted by the community Rory never really developed the social skills necessary to full function in what was considered a normal world. Rory became blunt and bitter in his view on the world that allowed a pessimistic outlook of people, he would often find himself in situations either caused by him either being a wiseass he felt disrespected and undervalued or from his love on bluntly antagonising people allowing their inner hideous beast emerge from themselves, in his mind furthering his pessimistic views of society, this obviously wasn’t exactly a walk in the park and Rory received his fair share of situations that didn’t go in his favour. Being left mostly to his own devices Rory started working on the property and taking on small jobs from a young age, this gave Rory the confidence in survival that kept him enthused as a self-serving fuck you to the expectations placed and the determination to outlive those who, well, those who burnt their bridges and made their decisions as he likes to put it.
Rory began tinkering with vehicles and machinery in every available moment and started producing more ways to help him survive such as horticulture and water storage. Rory found himself addicted to working on vehicles as if something unnatural drew him towards them, upon restoring his first car he felt a feeling overcome him that he never wanted to leave his life. To Rory mechanics were simple, parts can either be repaired or replaced and serve their means, he refused to allow people’s opinions to influence himself as they are the complete opposite in most cases. As soon as he could Rory started doing delivery jobs whilst scouting vehicles and machinery around his area to dismantle and restore as some sort of hobby in where he can find tranquillity in the world. Rory eventually restored and sold a few cars that were possible to obtain and transport to his property although due to Rory not being the smoothest fur coat on the rack, the value of what Rory should be been able to obtain was not. After some time, Rory obtained and had the means to restore a towing truck and essentially becoming what some would consider a hoarder of vehicles, machinery, parts and scrap. Rory slowed down on doing delivery jobs even though it became a steady means of keeping himself with the funds to survive as he wanted to focus purely on restoring and engineering the vehicles and machines he had amassed over time.
During one of Rory’s tinkering sessions in the garage, a group of 3 unknown people entered and placed package on the workbench, after some minutes of Rory suggesting ideas and locations of where they should relocate themselves, he is met with a swift crack in the ribs dropping him to his knees. All 3 of the unknown individuals have their turn of saying having their speeches and give their “or else” circumstances Rory giggles to himself as he suggests that they try a bit harder with their choices of consequences outlined, one of the individuals slam a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it to bench next to the still unknown package, the person sweeps the note onto the floor and as it lands, 48 hours is the deadline given and not to screw around is the expectation. A 4th unknown person with a crooked smirk walks in and continues his path directly to Rory whilst he is still on his knees holding his ribs, without saying a word the unknown person scuffles Rory's hair and informs Rory that he now belongs to him, as one of his pets Rory should consider himself lucky as Rory has won the prize of having only 24 hours to complete the final task. Rory states the area on the piece of paper is close and doesn’t require the time given, another one of the unknown individuals slap Rory across the face as the 4th man lets Rory know that as a new born, he has not learnt to ask questions yet and doing so is not wise. After the unknown individuals leave the garage, Rory sits and thinks to himself near sending himself into a bumbling, stuttering mess… Rory really had no control over his situation for the first time in his life. After licking his wounds and getting his composure together Rory went to the first drop, upon his arrival he notices a message spray painted on the side of a building with the words “Enjoy your package Pet”. Rory assess’ the situation and stubbornly opens the package with a feeling that someone was closely watching, he mutters to himself “have a gander you boogey man fuck, what is this, a Jack in the Box?”, Rory opens the package to find another paper with a scribbled location with a mobile phone along inside of it. “So, the cheeky assholes have put me on a treasure hunt have they, heh” Rory thought to himself as he tried to figure out where the next location was, he roughly knew the area but wasn’t familiar with the exact location. Rory once again made his way to the next point still puzzled as to why he is the one in this scenario, still trying to work out the intentions of these people. With a bit more of a lowered guard expecting to find another bread crumb on the treasure hunt, Rory cautiously pulled up to the next location and looked around for whatever was to be found next, as he tries to make more sense of the location, the phone he acquired at the previous drop rings. The sound of a thud from a stiff object hitting a skull clears the air and everything goes to black.
Current Events (March 20th, 2021-Now)[]
To be continued.
Quotes[]
"If I wanted s*** from you, I'd squeeze yer f***ing head, ok laddie."
Licenses[]
- Driving - CURRENT
- Weapons - CURRENT
- Hunting - CURRENT
- Fishing - CURRENT