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Robert Cullen

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About Robert Cullen

  • Drifter, Prospector

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Robert Sheehan
  • Full Name
    Robert Joseph Cullen
  • Goes By
    Bobbie, Rob
  • Profession
    Miner
  • Position
    N/A
  • Birth Date
    11/24/1856
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    6'
  • Hair Color
    Dark Brown
  • Eye Color
    Green

Physical Description

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Traits & Characteristics

Determined (+)
Stubborn (+/-)
Outgoing (+)
Decent (+)

Personality

Determined - Robert is not a quitter, he has had a hard life but he remains quietly optimistic things will all turn out right, he works hard to make it so too.
Stubborn - He's that in spades, he's not one to give in or give up. At times this can turn into a fault.
Outgoing - He is friendly with a keen sense of humor, doesn't take himself too seriously. Enjoys a good time when he can stumble into one.
Decent - He could have turned to crime but he has retained a sense of decency about him, he's not a saint by any means but overall he would be characterized as a good soul.

Employment

Employment: Self-Employed

  • He's done a lot of jobs already in his young vagabond life. Currently he is trying his luck at mining for gold, enticed by the Gold Rush stories he'd heard back East.

Professional Skills: Manual labor - cutting wood, using a pick axe, various skills involved in menial sorts of jobs.

Expertise

Self Defense: Back East, Robert engaged in a bit of boxing for money. He's been in his share of scraps too so despite his unimpressive physique, he can surprise people when it comes to fisticuffs. He's also tougher than he looks, he can take a punch.

He does own an older model pistol and has been taught how to load it properly. He's even fired a few shots with it at targets with unimpressive results. He can't afford to waste ammo engaging in more marksmanship practice though. It's not like he is going to ever be a gunfighter.

Hobbies & Interests: He's on his own and every day trying to stay alive and eek out a living............no time for hobbies and such. His main interest is make some money!

Aliases / Nicknames

Robbie, Rob, Bobby

Residense(s)

Current Residence

Cabin outside of Kalispell 

Place of Birth

Robert was born in County Down in Ireland, family emigrated to US when he was still a baby.

Kith & Kin

Parents: Joseph (deceased), Agnes (deceased, though as of yet he does not know it)

Brothers:

  • Liam - Deceased
  • Ryan - Younger by two years, he ran off and family lost track of him.

Sister: Sylvie - Three years older than Robert, she married and lives somewhere in Midwest, he's lost track of her.

Life Events

1856: Robert was born to tenant farmer Joseph Cullen and his wife, Agnes, their third child. 

1858: The family uproots everything and risks starting all over in America, landing in New York. Encountering hostility to the Irish and lack of work opportunities, the desperate family moves from place to place.

1861: Becoming more aware of things by now, young Robert sees his father enlist in the Union army for some big war someplace. While it's not much, it's at least a wage. His mother does all sorts of menial jobs to help make due.

1864: Joseph returned home from the army minus a leg and in poor health. Oldest brother Liam started stealing to help the family much to his mother's sadness yet they needed what he brought them.

1868: Joseph died of drinking wood alcohol. Agnes took up with another man right after and Liam decided to leave. He offered to take Robert with him and their mother actually gave her blessing on it. The two boys struck out on their own, heading west for adventure or so they hoped.

1870: They made it as far as Chicago in their slow wanderings when Liam got into some trouble with the law and a judge sentenced him to jail for two years. Robert waited for him having to survive on his own. He did but barely. 

1872: Liam was released a few months early due to overcrowding they said and the two young men were back together this time determined to get out of this city and go see the wide open frontier west they kept hearing so many stories about.

1873: The brothers traveled on a wagon train as far as the Dakota Territory, taken along by a traveling merchant to help with his two wagons of goods. Liam 

Character Notes

Animals & Pets: Abercrombie (gray mule)

Player Notes

Character Concept: Young Irish immigrant trying to make a life for himself on his own. Drifter, jack of all trades, mostly master of none.

 

Notes, plotters, and stuff will be updated.

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Recent Posts

  1. Robert Cullen
    Funny, he honestly didn't think he had him all that hard, it was more a slip when his opponent tried to back up, but Robert stood there then as the referee counted Charlie out. His brothers then raced up to take him away while Robert had his arm raised by the ref acknowledging the victor. The applause was mixed, some booed of course. Obviously Charlie had been more well known than he was, plus Robert was Irish.
     
    Still a win was a win and he was going to make some cash money! He couldn't help but smile at his corner man. Robert had nothing against the other fellow in fact he wanted to shake hands with the guy but he was out of there so fast you'd think he was late for his own wedding. Oh well, too late now.
     
    His cornerman now hissed, "Let's go. You can get dressed and you can get paid....by the grace of God."    There was always the possibility of a doublecross.
     
    Robert doubted that though.
     
    **********
     
    Caroline listened with a modicum of sympathy to Crabbe's plea for her to get up in the ring and do an impromptu performance for the crowd due to the faster ending than he had hoped for in the bout.  Still, she was not about to do that. She was a professional and she worked as one in the saloon, for pay. She had come here to just relax prior to having to sing and dance as usual this very evening. Nope, this was her time for herself.
     
    Besides she wanted to iron out the details of young and handsome Lt. Greene taking her out to eat sometime.  He seemed quite the proper gentleman and yet he was still actually willing to go out in public with a woman like her. Amazing. She had to give him the chance to do just that. It might be real nice. You never knew if you didn't try it.
     
    "Sorry hon, but I am leaving now. I already had to pay for a ticket to get in, you can't seriously expect me to have to perform for free on top of it?  And even before you can offer me payment, this is my free time. So no, your event, your problem. Good luck, hon," she smiled and sashayed on out accompanied by the soldier boy....errrr....officer.
     
    OOC: Wrapping this one up then?
    OOC: Sounds good to me (JulieS)
     
     
  2. Robert Cullen
    The triangle signaled the start of this, the third round, Robert left his corner and headed straight for his opponent. He well realized that Crabbe wanted him to drag this fight out but he had never agreed to such a thing. Besides, the longer it went on the greater the chance the other man might connect with a good punch and land it just right. And Robert could lose. He wanted this money too badly to take such a chance, no it was better to try and finish the other guy off here and now.
     
    Robert had been delivering most of the blows but to Charlies credit, he was taking the punishment and hanging in there. He'd even managed to tag Robert with a few decent punches. Not bad at all for an untrained novice.
     
    Robert attacked, yet again. He feinted left and went in with a right jab, Charlie just blocked it.  Then the Irishman tried for an uppercut with his left but the other pugilist stepped back just in time. Undaunted Robert moved in fast to get either past or under Charlie's defenses. The town deputy landed a good punch to Robert's side of the head but Robert took it and now countered with a one two punch of right, left jabs to the head.
     
    And down went Charlie, more because he backed up too fast and lost his footing than any hard contact Robert figured. But the guy was on the floor so Robert paused to let the referee start the countdown.
     

     
  3. Robert Cullen
    His cornerman was babbling away while he toweled him down, but Robert wasn't really listening. Yeah he was dripping with sweat but that first round had pretty much gone like he had hoped. He had attacked and put his opponent on the back foot immediately. He had also scored a few jabs into the guy's ribcage and midsection, those that weren't blocked by Charlie's arms. No real damage but then he hadn't expected that to happen. It was all part of a tactic. One that would hopefully yield good results this second round.
     
    Oh yeah, the deputy had hit him once or twice but Robert shrugged it off easily enough. He'd been hit far worse before. Just before the triangle was rung, he took a last sip of water ( he would have preferred liquor) and then it was round two!
     
    Robert went right for the guy again, crossing the ring and attacking. A few more low jabs and lunges to the body and sure enough Charlie was getting the hang of it to block those better but it was leaving him open to a head shot as more and more he lowered his fists. That of course was the tactic.
     
    Robert suddenly faked a left jab and instead stepped forward with a right cross right to the side of his opponent's face. It connected and it was a solid hit. Perhaps as much in surprise as actual damage, Charlie stepped back and lost his balance. Down he went as the crowd roared (or gasped if they were partisans of the deputy pugilist).
     
    To the young man's credit he bounced right back up though, resuming his boxing stance. At least Robert realized the guy could take some punishment, he wasn't one of those glass jaw fighters who wilted at first hard hit. The referee hadn't even needed to start a ten count.
     
    No matter, Robert closed in again, shrugging off a well delivered counterpunch by Charlie only to land a solid punch to the nose in return. Blood trickled from one nostril now though Robert highly doubted the cartilage was broken. Actually in Robert's first fight he had suffered a broken nose which he popped back into place between rounds, hurt like hell too.  This was not a sport for the faint of heart.
     
    Nothing much happened the rest of the round and the triangle clang ended it then as both combatants once more retreated to their corners.
     
    (ooc: Posted with permission of Julie in case anyone is wondering.)
     
     
  4. Robert Cullen
    Robert approached the referee in the center of the ring, his opponent did likewise. The young Irishman gave an acknowledging nod to the fellow, he wasn't one for angry glares in an attempt at intimidation. In the first place he wasn't angry......at anyone really. He'd fought before for money and that money had come in handy. Here was another chance at a payday, needed since his prospecting had been a bust thus far.
     
    Quentin looked at each man and they nodded in return. "Very good, now shake hands and when the triangle rings go to it...when it rings again, go to your own corners...Good luck!" Quentin took a pace back and looked at the timekeeper who was watching his pocket watch for the top of the next minute.
     
    Robert extended his hand and the two gave a perfunctory shake then separated. Robert put some distance between the other man then assumed his boxing stance. He noted that the other guy had his arms and fists up properly, someone had shown him well but nope, his feet weren't quite right.  Well, not like he was give the fellow any tips but many people forget that footwork is vital in a fight too not just fists.
     
    He took a deep breath and tried to just relax, focus on the matter at hand. He recalled what he had been taught and learned the hard way - if at all possible the best fight is a short one. That meant be aggressive.  He didn't see a lot of confidence in those eyes across from him.
     
     
     
     
  5. Robert Cullen
    Robert, stripped to the waist and also barefoot, stood by his corner, a towel draped over his shoulders and waited for the introduction.  He was keyed up, determined to get on with it, beat this .........fellow...........and collect his money. Hopefully his opponent wasn't a ringer but he certainly did not trust Crabbe's opimistic assessment. Looking across the ring he caught his first glimpse of the young man he was supposed to pummel. About his height, a bit heavier - as to experience well one could not tell by looking at a man.
     
    Then Crabbe began with the preliminaries, the introduction of the combatants.
     
    "permit me to present to you: in the Red Corner... the terror of Flathead Valley, Bobby "Basher" Cullen ..."
     
    Oh lordy....terror, basher....what a load of manure. But he got it, spicing up the match it was. Robert clambered deftly up into the ring, the towel falling aside then stood there with with both arms up a moment and acknowledged the crowd's applause. Well, very lukewarm applause at that, even a few boos. Well, not that many in town knew him personally and plus, he was Irish after all.
     
    And then he lowered his arms and stepped to lean against the corner post and observe the introduction of his opponent.

     
     
  6. Robert Cullen
    Not sure why Crabbe suddenly wished to reveal the news about the man who had swindled him out of his claim (or so Crabbe claimed, Robert was still uncertain of all the complicated details) but he did. Also he had not realized that Lafferty was an associate with the man with the bottle thick glasses, interesting!
     
    "Oh, well, I guess I owe you a thank you then. I am still gettin' paid for this fight though?" suddenly it occurred to the young Irishman was that supposed to be in lieu of payment for the boxing bout? If so, he wasn't going to agree to that.
     
    The man got back to encouragement about the match but then left. Crabbe could talk with such confidence, he didn't have to go out there and prove it. That was up to Robert. He had made a good point though, nothing was more valuable in one of these fights than experience.
     
     
  7. Robert Cullen
    The man promoting this fight and of course paying him for his part in it, slipped into the screened off cubicle to check on him. Robert looked up with a smile.
     
    "Still..." Crabbe declared, "don't go and finish him off too quick, mind, Bobby-boy. I mean, if it's all over too quickly, those hyenas out there'll be baying for more blood! Me and Con' there'll have to strip down and knock seven bells outta each other!"
     
    "I wish I could do such a thing as easy as all that...decide when to win the fight. Especially since I've never even seen this boyo in action," Robert shrugged.
     
    "Oh and I'd bet on Conor if you two did," he then grinned.
     
    "Anyhow..." Crabbe continued, "I reckon that flabby Charlie Wentworth's as good as laid out on the the canvas already!" 
     
    "I don't be intendin' on losin', Mr. Crabbe but I think this here Charlie will have somethin' to be sayin' about it too," Robert was determined not to get overconfident.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
  8. Robert Cullen
    "Well me boyo, we Irish gotta stick tagether ya know," Conor Lafferty grinned as he glanced into the contents of the pail of water - yep still water. He was just nervous was all.
     
    "You know if the crowd gets too riled up out there, my advice is just make a run for it, I'll be fine," Robert grinned as he sat on a stool all prepared to go out there for this bout.
     
    No matter where one went, there were always some folk who had it in for the Irish and since he was fighting one of an important family in this town there just might be quite a few people out there casting him in the role of a villain. Plus Charlie was a lawman too. Finally it didn't help any that the fight had been built up as a grudge match between him and his opponent.
     
    It certainly wasn't on his part to be sure, Robert barely knew the other young man. Grudge over what? He had no idea and no one had informed him of what might be behind that claim. If he had to guess, it was just to build up drama. All Robert wanted to do was win, not hurt the other fellow. Though in all honesty in boxing the two went together.
     
    There really wasn't much to getting ready for a bare knuckle bout of fisticuffs. He was stripped to the waist and - in his case anyhow - barefoot since he only owned one pair of footwear, boots for trapsing about in the mountains and streams prospecting, hardly the sort of thing for treading into the ring.
     
    A towel and a sponge had been provided by Crabbe for his 'second' to use besides the pail of water. The man had been recruited just the day before in the saloon where he was a regular, first liquored up with a few drinks then talked into doing this. Oh Lafferty had seen a fight or two in his day but really didn't know a thing about the so called science of boxing. Still at first meeting with Robert, the two hit it off immediately.  Robert was content with it.
     
    "Sounds like a big crowd out there," Robert observed.
     
    "Not much else ta do in this town is there, lad?" Lafferty had a good point.
     
    Robert nodded then took a deep breath to calm. He'd done this sort of thing before but every time it was indeed nerve wracking.
     

  9. Robert Cullen
    "Kids, this is Charlie Wentworth's cousin and, no doubt by now, chief trainer, Ben Simons. So careful what you say. I think I can let you know, Ben, that this is your Charlie's opponent, as of ten minutes ago: Bob Cullen."
     
    Robert nodded, looked at the man and held out his hand for a handshake, "Hullo Mr.Simons." He was about to mention his name preference when...
     
    Jemima immediately loudly shouted "HE PREFERS BOBBY OR ROBERT!!!" which actually made Crabbe jump in the air and utter a "Jesus Christ!" before glancing at Hector and muttering "Can't you keep her on a lead or something!"
     
    "Hector here's Bob...er, Bobby's second, and this here pretty young lady is our personal medical advisor, Miss Nurse Leane."
     
    Robert frowned, Crabbe was pushing that a whole lot more than the young woman seemed to appreciate.
     
    "I am here as an observer, nothing more, Mr. Crabbe." she strategically imparted, matching her eyes with both those of Lorenzo and Mr. Simons in turn. "Should I have any information to impart pertaining to the medical situation at hand, it will be for the benefit of those affected, rather than the sake of any particular camp."
     
    "Bein' neutral they be callin' it," Robert nodded, he didn't the girl to do anything she was uncomfortable with.
     
    "Sounds good," Robert nodded.
     
    "I'm sure that your partiality will be appreciated by all sides.  I know that my cousin and the rest of his family value honesty and I see that you, Miss Leane have it in abundance. You will be a great asset to this venture."
     
    Turning to him this Wentworth relative took his hand  for a shake,"Nice to meet you."
     
    A few quick pumps and that was that.
     
     
     
     
     
     
  10. Robert Cullen
    Crabbe now summoned some young lad over and announced he was to be Robert's ring man, it was a simple enough task, throw a bit of water over him after letting him have a swig or two of it, wipe the blood away if it was getting into his eyes for example. Though if the lad be the squeamish sort, he might not take to it.
     
    "Hullo Hector, I prefer Bobby or Robert meself," he held out his hand to the boy and gave him a hearty handshake. Pity they didn't allow women seconds?  Aoife would be his choice in an instant.
     
    Just then he found out the name of his opponent too, Charlie Wentworth. The name meant nothing to him though.
     
    "Who is this Charlie Wentworth, anyway?" Aoife cut in. "Scholar...? Tailor...? Farmer...?"
     
    Robert shrugged, "His job don't matter none, lass. I hear he likes the bottle a bit too much and has never fought before?"
     
    He turned to Hector and the stern looking girl, "You two know this Charlie?"
     
     

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