Sticks O'Leary

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Full Name: *he smiles lightly* Sticks O'Leary. Well...Patrick's my real name, but no one calls me dat. *he shrugs and smiles shyly*

Age: I'm nineteen. *he looks sheepish*

Appearance: *he shrugs* Light brown hair, green eyes? What else do ya need? *Sticks is about 5'6", with a medium build* *he has a bit of a forlorn, lost look about him, mostly in his eyes*

Background: *he shrugs mildly* Sheesh, I've been here in Harlem as long as I kin remember. Ended up on the streets when I was 'round eleven. Bad times fallin' on some good people. *he looks away wistfully, thinking of his family* Don't like ta talk 'bout it much. Let's jist say I lost 'em, awright? *he looks up, thinking of the tenement fire that killed his family, he being spared only because his mother had asked him to run an errand and he had gotten distracted and stayed out long after he had been due home* Came here jist a little b'fore Chance and Blue Skies. Seen a lot of stuff go on around here. *he nods*

Relationships: I got a few friends, 'specially Chance an' Blue...Sanderson, Verity, Hustler too, though I don't see 'im so much now. *smiles thoughtfully* Dere's Flash McAllen ova' at da girl's place... *the smile fades* but she won't give me da time 'a day. *laughs a little* Guess, I ain't too socialable - I'm kinda shy 'round people I don't know.

Other notes: I like ta help people. And I care about my friends; I'd neva', eva' let anythin' happen to 'em. *he stops suddenly, pausing, his eyes on the window, then very quietly, under his breath:* Least not if I kin help it...

Stick's Song:
"THE BOY WITH THE THORN IN HIS SIDE"
The Smiths
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me ? And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh ...
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us ?
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to Live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?

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Full Name:	he smiles lightly Sticks O'Leary. Well...Patrick's my real name, but no one calls me dat. he shrugs and smiles shyly
Age:	I'm nineteen. he looks sheepish
Appearance:	he shrugs Light brown hair, green eyes? What else do ya need? Sticks is about 5'6", with a medium build he has a bit of a forlorn, lost look about him, mostly in his eyes
Background:	he shrugs mildly Sheesh, I've been here in Harlem as long as I kin remember. Ended up on the streets when I was 'round eleven. Bad times fallin' on some good people. he looks away wistfully, thinking of his family Don't like ta talk 'bout it much. Let's jist say I lost 'em, awright? he looks up, thinking of the tenement fire that killed his family, he being spared only because his mother had asked him to run an errand and he had gotten distracted and stayed out long after he had been due home Came here jist a little b'fore Chance and Blue Skies. Seen a lot of stuff go on around here. he nods
Relationships:	I got a few friends, 'specially Chance an' Blue...Sanderson, Verity, Hustler too, though I don't see 'im so much now. smiles thoughtfully Dere's Flash McAllen ova' at da girl's place... the smile fades but she won't give me da time 'a day. laughs a little Guess, I ain't too socialable - I'm kinda shy 'round people I don't know.
Other notes:	I like ta help people. And I care about my friends; I'd neva', eva' let anythin' happen to 'em. he stops suddenly, pausing, his eyes on the window, then very quietly, under his breath: Least not if I kin help it... Stick's Song: "THE BOY WITH THE THORN IN HIS SIDE" The Smiths The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A murderous desire for love How can they look into my eyes And still they don't believe me ? How can they hear me say those words Still they don't believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever, they ever, believe me ? Oh ... The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A plundering desire for love How can they see the Love in our eyes And still they don't believe us ? And after all this time They don't want to believe us And if they don't believe us now Will they ever believe us ? And when you want to Live How do you start ? Where do you go ? Who do you need to know ?