Appearance:
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They call me: Sean McManus
I go by: Holy Hitman
I am: 18
I'm born a: Male
Beauty at it's best: 6'0ft 190lbs
My eyes reflect: Grey
My hair shines: Blonde
I manage as: Student/ Hitter
My Story: Since he was young Sean has always been known as the strong silent type with good morals and a healthy faith in God's plan, something that followed him from ireland all the way to America after his family moved to escape the IRA. Still young and fresh off the boat Sean found his morals questioned when he saw the state of the country he was to call home for the rest of his life. Violence was much more abundant here, a wife would pray one day then turn around and invite a stranger to her bed. It was all so confusing that Sean found himself questioning his own morals.
Despite wanting to escape from gang violence the threat loomed ever higher in America, though from a different group. One night after Sean's fifth birthday as his mother and father walked him home from his birthday dinner, a group of men cornered the family in an alley, beat Sean and his father senseless and took his mother. THey returned her several days later, horribly beaten, raped, and her mind addled with drugs. To make matters worse they now used Sean's mother's addiction to force her into prostitution until she came back pregnant and gave birth to Sean's younger sister Mandy, and though she was a b*****d child and only his half sister Sean adored her all the same.
As the years went on and Sean was nearly a teenager Mandy showed herself to be just as bright as her brother, she would often sleep in his room so he would read her chapters out of his personal library while his parents argued in the next room of their tiny apartment. Their mother had never gotten better, if anything she had only gotten worse and suffered from near constant withdrawal while their father began drowning his problems in alcohol.
Sean began taking jobs after school to try to keep up with the rent ,since his parents could not, and did his very best to be a proper example for his little sister , he even began giving her boxing lessons he got from co workers,while trying to maintain his faith in god, that he would make things better soon.
It was around the time that Sean turned 13,and Mandy 9, that their parents began beating their children since both were too intoxicated to feel each others blows. Sean's quiet nature helped him greatly as his lack of a reaction to the punishments made his parents quickly lose interest, however this meant they turned their attention to his beloved sister. The boy tried to protect Mandy as well and as often as he could, often backing her into a corner and sheilding her with his body, but he couldn't always be there for her and he was more than a mess while his sister was alone with their parents.
One night after Sean rushed home after working late he crossed the open doorway to his apartment only to be struck in the face with a half full bottle of whiskey and thrown out into the hallway while his mother grabbed Mandy by the hair and took her husband's belt buckle to the child's back.
Sean, still stuck in the hallway, begged and screamed to be let in and began to sob uncontrollably as Mandys shrieks reached his ears. The neighbors eventually broke down the door after Sean begged a few onlookers for help, several mothers took Mandy and brought her back to her brother while half a dozen men beat Sean's father.
Despite numerous eyewitness accounts and evidence of physical abuse Sean and Mandy were released back into their parent's custody, though the boy had a strange dark look in his eye.
His morals and faith he'd held so tightly to as a boy were now gone, his belief in God wa still there, but he no longer saw him as a savior, just an observer.
Several months later Sean and Mandy's father came home in yet another drunken haze of anger and slapped his daughter when she tried to help him up after falling, before he could land another hit Sean tackled his father through the kitchen door and viciously beat his father to the brink of unconsciousness , when his mother came to help Sean took his father's bottle of Jack and hit her as hard as he could before turning the jagged bottle to his father's face.
That night after Sean sent his sister to stay with a friend a group of boys about Sean's age cornered him in an alley and demanded everything he had. The very next morning the neighborhood was buzzing about a news story regarding four teenage boys who had been brutally slaughtered
Sean somehow felt relieved, like he'd done something right and that he'd perhaps even found his calling. For months after that he trained both his body and mind to their limits, took a few shooting lessons from his boss and every night he would go out and attack someone he deemed guilty and too everything they had that was valuable. Months after he'd began this new activity Sean was called to meet a local mob boss who had taken an interest in his penchant for violence and offered him a job, however he wouldn't be just beating people into submission, he'd be taking their lives.
Sean eagerly accepted the job and soon his and Mandy's lives began improving dramatically, their parents never struck them for fear of incurring their son's wrath, they had some real money to live off of and after Sean turned eighteen he was granted custody of Mandy and got an apartment for just the two of them.
Since then Sean has been building his reputation as a gifted killer with a talent rarely seen, he was more than adept at fighting, knew his way around every type of gun and had yet to be beaten in a knife fight. To this day he's feared by many and regarded as a heartless killer , though on the inside he's doing this all to care for his younger sister
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I'm close to: I feed pigeons and cats with my sister, but we have an English Bulldog that lives with us
I'm the: (What are you ranked as? Captain and vice Captains will decide on this)
I prefer: Women
My heart belongs to: I'm too busy to crush
My heart race around: Didn't you hear me the first time?
Favorites:
❂ Taking care of my sister
❂ My work
❂ People with fat wallets
❂ Coffee
Peeves:
❂ My parents
❂ Also my parents
❂ Community brand Coffee, seriously that stuff is just awful
❂ Credit cards
They say I'm: A bit of an overbearing brother and the person you dont want to meet in an alley at any tme of day
I talk like: Alexander Anderson
The song that defines me: (optional)
I owe it to: konaustin
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They call me: Sean McManus
I go by: Holy Hitman
I am: 18
I'm born a: Male
Beauty at it's best: 6'0ft 190lbs
My eyes reflect: Grey
My hair shines: Blonde
I manage as: Student/ Hitter
My Story: Since he was young Sean has always been known as the strong silent type with good morals and a healthy faith in God's plan, something that followed him from ireland all the way to America after his family moved to escape the IRA. Still young and fresh off the boat Sean found his morals questioned when he saw the state of the country he was to call home for the rest of his life. Violence was much more abundant here, a wife would pray one day then turn around and invite a stranger to her bed. It was all so confusing that Sean found himself questioning his own morals.
Despite wanting to escape from gang violence the threat loomed ever higher in America, though from a different group. One night after Sean's fifth birthday as his mother and father walked him home from his birthday dinner, a group of men cornered the family in an alley, beat Sean and his father senseless and took his mother. THey returned her several days later, horribly beaten, raped, and her mind addled with drugs. To make matters worse they now used Sean's mother's addiction to force her into prostitution until she came back pregnant and gave birth to Sean's younger sister Mandy, and though she was a b*****d child and only his half sister Sean adored her all the same.
As the years went on and Sean was nearly a teenager Mandy showed herself to be just as bright as her brother, she would often sleep in his room so he would read her chapters out of his personal library while his parents argued in the next room of their tiny apartment. Their mother had never gotten better, if anything she had only gotten worse and suffered from near constant withdrawal while their father began drowning his problems in alcohol.
Sean began taking jobs after school to try to keep up with the rent ,since his parents could not, and did his very best to be a proper example for his little sister , he even began giving her boxing lessons he got from co workers,while trying to maintain his faith in god, that he would make things better soon.
It was around the time that Sean turned 13,and Mandy 9, that their parents began beating their children since both were too intoxicated to feel each others blows. Sean's quiet nature helped him greatly as his lack of a reaction to the punishments made his parents quickly lose interest, however this meant they turned their attention to his beloved sister. The boy tried to protect Mandy as well and as often as he could, often backing her into a corner and sheilding her with his body, but he couldn't always be there for her and he was more than a mess while his sister was alone with their parents.
One night after Sean rushed home after working late he crossed the open doorway to his apartment only to be struck in the face with a half full bottle of whiskey and thrown out into the hallway while his mother grabbed Mandy by the hair and took her husband's belt buckle to the child's back.
Sean, still stuck in the hallway, begged and screamed to be let in and began to sob uncontrollably as Mandys shrieks reached his ears. The neighbors eventually broke down the door after Sean begged a few onlookers for help, several mothers took Mandy and brought her back to her brother while half a dozen men beat Sean's father.
Despite numerous eyewitness accounts and evidence of physical abuse Sean and Mandy were released back into their parent's custody, though the boy had a strange dark look in his eye.
His morals and faith he'd held so tightly to as a boy were now gone, his belief in God wa still there, but he no longer saw him as a savior, just an observer.
Several months later Sean and Mandy's father came home in yet another drunken haze of anger and slapped his daughter when she tried to help him up after falling, before he could land another hit Sean tackled his father through the kitchen door and viciously beat his father to the brink of unconsciousness , when his mother came to help Sean took his father's bottle of Jack and hit her as hard as he could before turning the jagged bottle to his father's face.
That night after Sean sent his sister to stay with a friend a group of boys about Sean's age cornered him in an alley and demanded everything he had. The very next morning the neighborhood was buzzing about a news story regarding four teenage boys who had been brutally slaughtered
Sean somehow felt relieved, like he'd done something right and that he'd perhaps even found his calling. For months after that he trained both his body and mind to their limits, took a few shooting lessons from his boss and every night he would go out and attack someone he deemed guilty and too everything they had that was valuable. Months after he'd began this new activity Sean was called to meet a local mob boss who had taken an interest in his penchant for violence and offered him a job, however he wouldn't be just beating people into submission, he'd be taking their lives.
Sean eagerly accepted the job and soon his and Mandy's lives began improving dramatically, their parents never struck them for fear of incurring their son's wrath, they had some real money to live off of and after Sean turned eighteen he was granted custody of Mandy and got an apartment for just the two of them.
Since then Sean has been building his reputation as a gifted killer with a talent rarely seen, he was more than adept at fighting, knew his way around every type of gun and had yet to be beaten in a knife fight. To this day he's feared by many and regarded as a heartless killer , though on the inside he's doing this all to care for his younger sister
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I'm close to: I feed pigeons and cats with my sister, but we have an English Bulldog that lives with us
I'm the: (What are you ranked as? Captain and vice Captains will decide on this)
I prefer: Women
My heart belongs to: I'm too busy to crush
My heart race around: Didn't you hear me the first time?
Favorites:
❂ Taking care of my sister
❂ My work
❂ People with fat wallets
❂ Coffee
Peeves:
❂ My parents
❂ Also my parents
❂ Community brand Coffee, seriously that stuff is just awful
❂ Credit cards
They say I'm: A bit of an overbearing brother and the person you dont want to meet in an alley at any tme of day
I talk like: Alexander Anderson
The song that defines me: (optional)
I owe it to: konaustin
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