Greaser O'Malley

Full Name: Mike "Greaser" O'Malley.

Age: Ummm... Twenty. I think. Kinda lost track over the years. Same age as Shiner, if that helps.

Appearance: What da I look like? Ummm...meself? Not that tall, really. A few of the girls are taller than me. Black hair, tends to get in me way if I let it get too long. Grey eyes.

Background: Jist 'cause I don't look Irish don't mean I ain't. Ma and Pa were Irish through and through, red hair an' all. Well...Ma still is. Left after Pa died and it was gettin' too hard for her ta take care o' both of us.

Relationships: Ver and Hustler, Shiner, Sticks, most of tha guys. No girl. Not too good around them. 'Cept for Skies and Imp and Flash. Don’t think that counts, really, though. Known them for years, they’re more like sisters. Hain't seen my mother in years. Wonder how she's doin'...

Other notes: Grand, you'd like ta know a little about me nickname, huh? Some fool drunk thought I'se Italian, a "greaser." Just made my bad night worse, which made it even funnier to the rest. So the name stuck.
And, yeah, I've got at temper. I'm Irish, ain't I? Jist try ta control it 'round the Harlem girls. Ma taught me ta respect lasses.

Full Name:	Mike "Greaser" O'Malley.
Age:	Ummm... Twenty. I think. Kinda lost track over the years. Same age as Shiner, if that helps.
Appearance:	What da I look like? Ummm...meself? Not that tall, really. A few of the girls are taller than me. Black hair, tends to get in me way if I let it get too long. Grey eyes.
Background:	Jist 'cause I don't look Irish don't mean I ain't. Ma and Pa were Irish through and through, red hair an' all. Well...Ma still is. Left after Pa died and it was gettin' too hard for her ta take care o' both of us.
Relationships:	Ver and Hustler, Shiner, Sticks, most of tha guys. No girl. Not too good around them. 'Cept for Skies and Imp and Flash. Don’t think that counts, really, though. Known them for years, they’re more like sisters. Hain't seen my mother in years. Wonder how she's doin'...
Other notes:	Grand, you'd like ta know a little about me nickname, huh? Some fool drunk thought I'se Italian, a "greaser." Just made my bad night worse, which made it even funnier to the rest. So the name stuck. And, yeah, I've got at temper. I'm Irish, ain't I? Jist try ta control it 'round the Harlem girls. Ma taught me ta respect lasses.