MCFYRNE, andy

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Name:
Connor Andrew McFyrne [He might introduce himself as Connor, but he's been called Andy most of his life because his brother's also called Connor, don't ask. So, Andy's his name really]
Age:
Twenty Six
Gender:
Male
Height:
Six Two
Physical Description:
Andy's a tall man with dark, close cut hair. It's not incredibly short, but he'd never grow it long, he might not like the hairdressers, but he can always take a pair of scissors to his hair. It's not like he cares all that much about his hair, he's not like that. Mostly he just thinks of it as hair and is done with it. He has dark blue eyes, which, yes, is wierd. Well, they're not dark blue, but if you think he's got dark hair, he's got piercing blue eyes. Still, it's a family inheritance and he can't do anything about it. He's built a bit like a runner, tall and pretty well built. He doesn't look like a rider when you first see him, but on a horse he's much more in place. Clothing wise, you'll either see him in his uniform, or he'll just be around in jeans and a shirt, doesn't matter what weather it is, it'll be jeans and a shirt and a jumper if you're lucky.
Personality:
Andy's a pretty easy going guy. As policemen go he's very laid back, very calm. If he's on his rounds he'll most likely stop about, have a chat, talk, whatever. As long as he doesn't have to be anywhere he can talk for hours, he's very sociable. Of course, his job and his horses come first, but if you have any way to put those together he's a happy bunny. He's very stubborn though, which is infuriating a lot of the time. Mostly it's because he's convinced he's right, even if he isn't, he'll stick to a conviction. He loves a good argument, in a friendly way, of course never to get out of hand, but a gentle argument's always fun. He grew up in a family that tended the have one or two tiffs a week, nothing big, over things like finishing the butter or using up all the water. Little things can be blown way out of proportion for a very small amount of time. He's usually smiling as well, usually in a slightly absent sort of way, but there's always a smile there. Cheerful guy he is.
History:
Andy was born in Aberdeen, Scotland to Mary O'Kief and Joe McFyrne. He has two younger brothers and one older sister. It's a big enough family, especially when all the cousins came around. Connor's father was a policeman, a PC on the beat, promoted to Captain and spent his life on the streets of Aberdeen. It was something the family promised to keep going, his older sister also became a police woman in the dogs unit. Connor was a little more adventurous. At seven he started riding, nothing big, just at his local stables, mucking out stables to get the money together. As he got better, he started working harder at this livery stable, getting more lessons, getting more rides just to excersise horses and such. At seventeen he had enough money to buy his own horse. He was a fourteen year old gelding called Sonny, a big, sweet hearted boy who Connor just took to his first shows, hacked him out over the Scottish countryside. He had Sonny until he was nineteen, when he moved, with his sister, Alice, to america. There he went through the Police Academy, spent his time on the beat before specialising into the Mounted Police Unit. He had his trusted horse, Ash, a big part bred warmblood cross, and he's hoping to buy himself a little part-time show horse sometime in the future. He does his job, looks after his horse, all you can ask of the Scottish bred, part Irish policeman.
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