Height: 6'4 Weight:253

Hometown: Berwick, Scotland

Alignment: Face

Alignment: "Chutes and Ladders" by Korn

Alignment:

Background Information:
Cleaver O'Connor was born on 7-25-68 in an unknown Hospital in Scotland. Of course, the sad part was the delivery was 6 weeks early... and mom didn't make it through the birth. She never got to take a glimpse at her beautiful baby boy. Now he was left with dad, but the struggles continued. Cleaver spent 2 months in intensive care, fighting for life against a seemingly powerful death. The fight was eventually over, and Cleaver won. At 4 months old, he went home. Here he was greeted by a happy 8 year old sister. Everyone thought he was a gift from god; a living, breathing, nothing-short-of-a-miracle baby.

He grew up, and had a long period of education. The concepts were easy; the marks on his papers were often high. He was often amused by his academic gifts. He grew up into quite a nice boy; he went to church often and was a social figure in the community around him.

At around age ten, tragedy struck this young boy's sister. Now at the time, there was a rough and violent civil war occuring between religious denominations in Scotland. His sister, Ellen, seemed to be getting involved quite heavily. Her boyfriend was a major player on their side. One night, during a rough scuffle going between groups, Ellen was shot in the back of the head by this very man she associated with as boyfriend. He was mistaken, thinking it was someone from the "other side." It wasn't. Now she was dead, and he was broken. To think, they were to be married two weeks later.

The news didn't come well to Cleaver and his father, Eli. Both were so ripped up, Ellen was the only female they knew. Mom died, and now sister was going to join her...in heaven. After a long while of sadness and grief, they tried to "pick up the pieces" the best they could. They, together, were the strongest and closest they had ever been. Both of their lives soon became dedicated to not only mom, but Eileen....Cleaver continued his good grades through high school...being outstanding in the classroom, as well as the soccer field. Cleaver graduated with top honours, but did not seek higher education. He decided to stay with his father, and maintain their family business...of carpentry.

He learned the trade quite quickly; He was very good with his hands. He soon surpassed his father's skill level. During this time, his body was maturing and becoming very muscular. He took part in a recreational rugby league, which mixed with his often grueling job, formed him into amazingly athletic shape.

His father was so proud of the man his son had become, but Eli held a deep secret. He had terminal cancer, and was to die in less than 1 month. Being so close to Cleaver, he didn't want to admit he was to pass on. After all, he was all Cleaver had left. 1 month later, he died and left Cleaver a note, going into full detail about the reason he didn't tell him. Cleaver respected this deeply, however it made him more sad about life and his universal situation.

After all of this, he closed the family business. He took his inheritance and decided to move to America. There wasn't any real reason to stay in Ireland. He got settled in the USA..gaining a career as a popular model. People knew who he was.

This was when he didn't come to wrestling, wrestling came to him.

Several people contacted him, and he finally agreed to an Indy Fed contract. Here, his wrestling skills were horrid, but it was his brute strength and deceiving size that still kept him on top. He spent 3 years in this fed, growing mentally, and wrestling skill wise. He headlined the fed until its closing, which was getting huge local media coverage because of Cleaver, or his ring name, "Friendly Fire".

Cleaver bore the guilt of his fed's downfall, and looked elsewhere in furthering his career. He joined the police force and was an officer for over four years, until tragedy forced him away from the force. After responding to an armed robbery, O'Connor arrived at the scene. After a heated pursuit, Cleaver shot the robber in the head. It was later found out that the robber was a child. Cleaver couldn't believe he had ended the life of a child, and he quickly became petrified of children altogether.

Titles Held:
N/A

Finishing Move:
Heat Stroke

Finishing Move Description:
The move starts out by FF slamming his knee into his opponents Stomach...they hunch over, and he pushes their head between his legs, as he hooks both arms upwards (like a pedigree). He then lifts them up by their arms (almost looking like a tiger driver) But in midlift, he quickly (and severely) Drops his opponent by falling forward, slamming their face in the mat, and finishing out the dangerous facebuster maneuver. (In lay man's terms its a Tiger Driver Stall Facebuster)

Setup Move:
Flint Flicker

Setup Move Description:

Typical Moves:
1. Mounted Fury Punches (extremely painful)
2. T-Bone Suplex
3. Violent German Suplex Throw
4. Huge Diving Clothesline
5. Snap Suplex
6. Stunner (sloppily executed)
7. Powerbomb
8. High Angle Back Drop
9. Running DDT
10. Low Blow, Any Dirty Tactics (Desperation Moves)

Handlers Name:
Bernard

Email Address:
Berniek316@aol.com

Messenger Identity:
Berniek316, KillThMessenger (both AIM)

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Catchphrase:

Recent Quote:
(This is a new character, so I haven't had the chance to write an RP with this character. I included something I did in fWo...I hope its good enough)

After a breakfast of Bourbon and a snack of Schnapps, Jeremy Savage took to the rural road in his Honda Accord. Slowly but surely winding out of his driveway, Jeremy miraculously put the car in driving gear and darted forward. The car weaved back and forth over the two lanes like an agitated snake, slithering atop the cold concrete. A very toasted Savage swayed to the tune on his car radio, oblivious to the world outside of his automobile.
He was a man out of control, and loving every moment of it.

His car slowed down as he spotted oncoming traffic. He brought his vehicle down to about 15 miles per hour as he tried to steady his car and restrain it to just one lane. This was a very difficult task, but somehow he managed as the cars whizzed by him without a collision. Soon, he was alone once again in this mobile weapon. The radio’s song soon stopped and his ears were met the crackling of static, and the advertisements that came after. He grumbled and leaned down into the passenger seat floorboard, where he reached for a CD.

WHUMP!

His car had collided with some kind of object, and he instinctively slammed on the brakes and shot up in his seat. He looked around frantically but could not see what he hit, so he opened his door and poured into the street. He walked to the front of his car and saw a man groaning; his bike reduced to a twisted heap of metal. It was a sobering sight for Jeremy, and it seemed as if all the alcoholic effects had immediately worn off. He quickly came to the man’s side and knelt next to him.

“Are you ok?” Jeremy asked. He immediately resented asking, because he knew what the answer was. The 10 second pause that followed seemed like an eternity.

“What‘s your name sir? Please, talk to me...”

“...I’m pretty fucking far from ok!” the man grunted, quoting the Ving Rhames character from Pulp Fiction. “The name's Lamar Belle. And you are?”

“Jeremy Savage.”

“Well, Jeremy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” The man muttered sarcastically as his eyes shut. He winced and bit his lips as he rolled over and tried to get up.

“Wait a minute. You probably shouldn’t be moving. Want me to call the police or... or, an ambulance--” Jeremy asked as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. This was the last straw wake up call he so desperately needed. He was ready to feel the harsh consequences of his actions. If he ever made his way out of this quagmire without being arrested, he would put down the bottle for good. He would have to keep this quick, personal promise after what happened next.

The mans eyes went wide and he pushed Jeremy’s hand away in defiance.

“No No no no...Don’t call the police.” He instructed firmly. A nervous smile crossed his lips as he fought his way to his feet, “None of my bones are broken, so an ambulance isn’t necessary either. Thank you sir, but we don’t need to bring any attention to what happened here.” he casually dismissed, “It was only an accident.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call somebody?” Jeremy asked, guilty as ever.

“No, I’ll be fine.” Lamar assured as he hobbled over and mounted on his smashed bicycle. He put his feet to the pedals and slowly rode away, but he made sure to tell Jeremy one last thing.

“If this was any other day, I’d sue your ass. But today is a new day, and lucky for you I have a warrant out for my arrest.”

Jeremy was surprised and relieved as he slowly walked back to his car and plopped down in the drivers seat. He let out a heaving sigh as he started the car back up and slowly made a U-turn, pointing his Accord in a homeward direction. He had narrowly avoided a financial, and possibly legal, disaster.

He had flirted with demons far too much lately, and it was time to break up the engangement.

Truly, it was a new day...

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