Just Sour'll do fine. Now, I haven't done any chargen like this since I played on old transformers MUSHes, so let's see how badly I do.
Name: Francis (Frank) O'Donnell
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Touhou: Reisen Udonge
Personality: Very rough around the edges, he fits the stereotype of a crotchety old man rather well. He has no time for fools. He's adapted to the changing of the world around him rather well, but he still complains about it at every opportunity, the irrascable old grump. His favourite phrase is 'back in the day', which the crowds at his favourite watering hole usually sing out when he stops in on the weekends. Once you get down past the bristly bits, however, he's not all that bad a guy. He's fiercely proud of his country, and his family, and he has a pronounced sense of humor, even if it comes across as quite snarky, even to the ones that know him. Even at his age, he's not afraid of a fight, and while it isn't as easy to provoke him as it used to be, he can still hang with most younguns in a scrap. He keeps himself in good shape, and he's proud of it. Still has a sense of fancy, despite his harsh life, he loves to tuck into fantasy books and folklorish tales. He was the kid who went searching for fairy circles in the woods, and went with his girl to go find unicorns on warm spring days.
History: Born in Dublin, 1947, he was the eldest son of an painter and a musician. He had limited schooling in his younger days, though a bit more than his two younger brothers, thanks to his familiy being a bit on the low end of the money ladder of Irish society. Having the father he did didn't help matters much, either socially or educationally, for his father, Francis senior, was a militant member of the IRA. He put down his guns when he settled down and married, but his three sons grew up with the vehement hatred of the English of their father. Despite this, Frank led what might be considered a good life. He learned how to sing, to dance, to play the fiddle, even dabbled in art under his mother's hand. He found whatever work around Dublin he could find, and even found a girl when he was 20; a young transplant from Cork, Maggie Ross. The two were married late in 1969, when Frank was 23, and everything was going quite well for the young man. Up until the Bloody Sunday massacre in Derry.
All four men of the O'Donnell clan went north at that point, to join the fight against the English, and free their home country from oppression. Frank specialized in explosives rather than firearms, and for five long years they fought the good fight against the british. Well, apart from his youngest brother John, who was killed by a loylist after only a month. Frank was wounded badly twice in shootouts with the british, and to this day, he walks with a cane and a limp, due to damage in his right leg. It was this injury that convinced him that his fight was done. Maggie had given birth to their son, Michael, not long after Frank went north, and the thought of dying before he ever saw his son finally overcame his patriotism. And so, once he could walk again, he smuggled himself out of the north and back to his family, who had moved to Cork in the interevening years.
The next few years were not easy on Frank, as his young son was alienated from him, and Maggie's family hated him for leaving their daughter. Maggie herself, however, was different. She understood why he'd gone, and welcomed Frank back with no resentment. Eventually this love won over their son, and the two were reconciled, although the same could not be said of the inlaws. Frank became an artist, albeit not an enormously successful one, so Maggie became the primary bread-winner while Frank looked after their son and twin daughters, Aria and Sara. This changed, however, in 1981, when Frank's surviving brother Myles and his friend arrived, asking to stay for a few days. Which was all well and good, up until Irish police broke in and arrested Myles and his friend for their known terrorist activities, and arrested Frank as well for harboring a felon. All three were shipped off to england for trial.
The british couldn't prove that Frank was involved with the IRA, but he was convicted of two counts of harboring a felon, and sentanced to ten years in a Liverpool jail. He served them all, unlike his brother who served 6 months of a life sentanced before getting shivved, and for ten long years, got to experience the life of an Irish terrorist in a British jail. He acquired more scars in that time than he did as a member of the IRA. But although his body was damaged, his spirit remained unbroken, for he knew his children deserved a good man, not the kind of man he could have become in there.
His son Michael had a surprise waiting for him when he got out in 1990. Not only had the boy found a girl, he'd gone and gotten her pregnant. He would have married her in short order, but he wanted to wait until his father could be there. Frank had already missed so much of his children's lives, Michael didn't want him to miss his son's wedding.
Becoming a grandfather mellowed Frank quite a bit. The harshness that his life had beaten into him softened considerably when little Nora was born, and led him to rediscover his love of the arts. He and Maggie were blessed with child once more, in '91, with the birth of Rachel. Free of the conflict and the law, he finally had a chance to have a life with his family. He found family life suits him very well. The past twenty years have been very peaceful for him; he's made peace with his past, his children have grown and his three eldest have families of their own now, with Rachel the youngest in college. His beloved Maggie was taken in 2006 by cancer, but his family came together around him, which made things easier on the aging man.
Other: As noted, Frank gets around with a solid oak cane, because of his leg. Unlike others, however, he's taken self-defence classes on how to use that cane as a weapon. He may be disabled, but he refuses to be defenceless. Of course, the old Webley six-shooter revolver he carries helps as well, a holdover from his old IRA days. He also carries a simple flask of whiskey at all times. His livers' in great shape for his age, and he has the nickname 'Doubles' around town, as he only ever orders double shots at bars when he's drinking. His family is everything to him, and though he no longer considers himself a soldier, he'll do anything to protect them.
