<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/600full-kenneth-branagh.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Flanagan<br/><br/><strong>Player Name:</strong>Ebb<br/><br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>Irish American<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: </strong>Ruddy skin, shock of red hair, bright green eyes and a short, well-trimmed red beard. Stands 5'9" tall, wiry build, has a nose that's been broken at least once. He's normally dressed fancier than you'd expect for someone of his station, and is seldom without his black derby hat.<br/><br/>Those who have seen him tickle the ivories or shuffle a deck of cards know that he's got a pretty fast set of fingers on him. Whether that translates to being able to handle a shootin' iron has yet to be seen in Gomorra, though like many men he does carry a revolver on his hip.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>All sorts of women, gravitating toward the more natural-looking ladies. He's a gentleman in the bedroom, not going in for that rougher stuff. (No link to player ons/offs yet, sorry.)<br/><br/><strong>Citizenship:</strong>Has been in Gomorra for about six months, renting a room at a local boarding house.<br/><br/><strong>Public Knowledge:  </strong>Tommy Flanagan plays the piano over at Babel's Tower. He's not the best key plunker in the West, but he's not the worst either, able to rattle off a variety of old Irish drinking songs at a moment's notice. His bright red hair and green eyes are a telling sign of his heritage, though he doesn't carry much of an accent. If asked he'll readily admit to having been born in Boston, but is vague about where exactly he grew up after that. Tommy has been in town for about four months.<br/><br/>From time to time Tommy has been known to play a few hands of poker. Those who have sat across the table from him know that he's a better than average player. Those with a real eye for the game, though, might be able to tell that he's a lot better than he lets on, downplaying his skills and seeming to not be concerned about losing a few dollars over the course of the night just to enjoy the game and the company. The cut of his clothes is certainly better than you'd think to find on a two-bit piano man. [Belongings, at least 2 or 3]<br/><br/>Tommy loves to talk, especially to those new in town, and is happy to buy drinks just to keep the conversation going. [Curious] He's not much of a heavy drinker himself, seeming to prefer coffee. He's a chain smoker, though, rolling his own cigarettes from a green packet of tobacco that's never far from hand. [Hankering (Tobacco)] Tommy tends to be congenial to men and women both. When riled up he's more likely to go for a cutting remark than a fist or a gun.<br/><br/>Though he's a single man and he clearly could afford it, he's never been known to seek the company of any of the women for hire in the town. Must be something wrong with that boy.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler for those familiar with the Deadlands RPG</div><div class="spoiler_body">Special Note: Yes, although every gambler PC in Deadlands just happens to also be a Huckster, and although that's also true for Tommy (gasp!), it's not public knowledge. I'd like to maintain the illusion for a while that he's unconnected with the supernatural in any way. Thanks.<br/></div></div>