Murhpey Cassidy

Character Name: Murphey Cassidy

Nickname(s): Drunken Murph

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 39

Birthplace: Collumbus, USA



Height: 1.74 meters

Weight: 85 kilogram

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Golden / Brownish

Hair Style: Long and untended

Facial Hair: Long beard also untended

Skin Color: white, but dirty

Build: he has a fat stomach but big muscles on the arms

Distinguishing Features: burn wounds on his right cheek and right arms, missing his left ring finger and the upper half of is left forefinger



Profession: bomb maker, explosive experts

Skills: explosives

Training: creating moonshine, and bombs

Other Abilities: when sober he is a decent shot

Apparel: Black army Boots, Woodland cammo pants, white tanktop (is now brownish of sweat, dirt, and gunpowder)

Weaponry: Dynamite (5) Frag grenade (4) Fire bombs (2) Boomshine (1) lever-action shotgun (used one handed) hatchet
(has more explosives in his shack, but this is his kit)

Other Equipment: moonshine, gunpowder in glass bottle. pack of siggarete's. Lighter



Affiliation: nobody

Religious Belief: none

Sexual Preference: everything

Relationship Status: single

Personality: Murhpey is a bit different then others, and alcoholic he don't care for his looks and because he is different he never had much company so he feels a bit uncomfertable when near much people.



Born as only child he grew up in Collumbus USA. his mother died on birth so he lived with his father in a shack just outside of the city. his father was a moonshiner, hunter and fan of explosions teaching Murhpey all this skills

from the age of 9 he got a gun and his father teached to defend himself, also some fist fighting techniques he worked hard and was a "normal" child his disorder was not showed till then but would soon come out and show it to the outside world. also from this age his father gave him a pack of smokes and he started smoking

at the time of puberty, for Murhpey on the age of 16, his disorder came out. his father told him to do something and he didn't understood what his father told him because of that his father became angry and gave him a slap in his face, but for Murhpey it was too late, he fel on a rock with his head and now suffers that he is kind of dumb and an agression disorder but the agression was not showed then because he passed out of the blow.

on the age of 18 he started to drink his own made liqour, Moonshine. he loved it and quickly lost himself in it. he was already beter then his father, both in Moonshining and Bomb creating, his Father could not take this and became jealous.
His father grabbed a wooden plank and tried to hit him with it, but he missed and when Murhpey noticed this his agression disorder showed himself. everything became red in front of his eye's and worked his father to the ground. there he kept hitting him until he never moved, even when his father was dead he kept hitting him, after half an hour with the tears in his eye's he stood up. all his clothes covered in blood. he didn't burried his dad but dragged him into their shack and sat him on a chair, his father still sits there on present day.

he lived his life in the shack from that day alone and he became an alcoholic, drinking moonshine everyday. this created a side effect, even when highly skilled in bomb making, being drunk doesn't improve your skills. When he was 23 he was just creating some Dynamite with gunpowder from bullets, Carton as outer hull and some fuse's. but when filling it he spilled some Moonshine while smoking a ciggarete, but from fear he let the ciggarete fall out of his hands in a not completed stick of Dynamite, this igniting the gunpowder but only creating a flame. he covered his neck with his right arm for the flame so his neck stayed safe but his arm and cheek got heavy burning wounds.

only one other mistake happened in his life, when creating his own explosive named Boomshine. (Boomshine is Moonshine mixed with Gunpowder with a fuse and is used as a placed explosive) he was 31 when he came on this idea but when he tested a prototype he used a wrong fuse, a quick fuse, so it exploded in his hands. he was lucky it was also wrongly mixed with not enough gunpowder to blow himself up. he only lost some of his fingers.

and now at the age of 39 he still lives in his shack near Collumbus, only going inside the city to gather supplies.