Full Name: Pierce 'Douglas' O'Reilly.
Weight & Height: 6'4" Tall | 174 lbs
Location: Los Santos
Origin: Co. Kildare, Ireland.
Licenses: - Driving (Advanced).
- Taxi License.
- PF Permit.
- CCW License.
- Guard Card(Armed).
Occupation: Board of Directors for Integrity Holdings Incorporated,
Directing operations at [IHI] Integrity Transit.
Kildare, Ireland.
Based more inland than Dublin, Co. Kildare is a wide ranged greenland occupied by many farmers, traders and seamen. The people here are accustomed to early rising and late nights as they hold a monumental role in the country's resource manufacturing and trading as there are many large farms and warehouses around the county.
From the age of 8 years old Pierce's parents often sent him and his younger brother the long walk into town to go to the shop for groceries. The walk from Pierce's farm to town took around 45 minutes on a rocky country road through fields of farmland. As he grew older his pop began to entrust him more with responsibility and he started to ride the horse too and from town each day - before long he had a job in the local butcher and got a car.
Before Pierce was born his mum and dad worked for his grandfather (mother's father) on his farm in Co. Meath. They had always been saving to move and start a family and when it was time for Pierce to come his grandfather - as a wedding gift - gave the rest of the money to buy this farm outside of Kildare.
Pierce grew up on the farm and worked without complaint until he was 16 years old and got a letter from the Irish Army (National). He decided to pursue his dream of joining the armed forces, where he served 9 short years.
After spending 12 months at the Cúrragh camp a few miles outside of Letterkenny Pierce passed his training and was promoted to the rank of Dara Leifteanant (Second Lieutenant) within the marines. He was dispatched to domestic patrol and assigned his homebase where would be his home on and off for the next 3 years - 6 months at a time.
When Pierce was not deployed on duty he was back home at the farm, helping his parents to continue running it - though they had to hire some extra hands as he was away so much now.
The first 3 years of service was mandatory as Pierce had signed the contract however when that term was up, his decision to sign for another 3 years surprised even himself. He found something other than farming, a mission - something to be apart of bigger than himself. A week after his first deployment after re-signing, he was contacted by the regiment's Briogáidire-Ghinearál (Brigadier General) for a meeting. This was his first face to face meeting in his 3 years of service with anyone other than a Captain.
Due to Pierce's developed people skills and his natural strength - result of working with farm labour his whole life - he was promoted to Ceannfort (Commandant) of his own Platoon 'R' and assigned 18 men and women. This was the biggest challenge he had ever faced..
Platoon 'R' became one of the most active domestic units within the country. After 3 months of intense drills, training, early morning runs and relentless effort Pierce has pushed his team to become a solid unit within the Irish National Army.
Their team began to respond to domestic disturbances in Dublin where Riots had broke out and even once to Belfast to support in a fight for terriroty between paramilitaries.
When his third contract was completed and his 9th year in the Military was over Pierce headed back to the farm to consider another run with what he has came to love so much and be apart of.
He was home not 48 hours when his pop took a heart attack while out filling the morning troughs and died instantly, leaving his mother to own the farm with the 3 hands she hired-.. and Pierce.
The decision was enough for him to make. He was honourably discharged from the Irish Armed Forces as the rank of Coirnéal (Colonel) and took away many happy memories and traits.
Not even a year went by after his father passed and Pierce's mum fell sick with pneumonia and could hardly get out of bed. She was lost to him a few days later as her immune system was just too weak. They had of course left Pierce everything, the cars, tractors, harvestors, horses, farm and surrounding lands-.. He tended to the farm for another 2 years while he settled and thought what to do with life.. He was nearly 30.
He came to the decision that Ireland had offered all it could, it was time to leave the small Island and explore the rest of the world.. Starting with Amerca!
Pierce landed in Los Santos on 24/MAR/2020 and went to check in at a motel.
Now he needs to figure out what the plan is, he has enough money to start him in a direction, the question is which one...
First day in Los Santos
He woke up early, not accustomed to the new humidity in the air and constant whirl of the motel's air con. Opening his curtains and seeing rows of run down shacks with crowds beginning to congregate at the corner houses.. It was not even 7am and the streets were alive.
After getting washed, dressed and grabbing a cheap sandwich from the motel's 24/7 he set out to the licensing office which google maps showed was only a few blocks over. After completing the Irish license transfer form and completing a short test he walked out with his Driving license though he had noticed Taxi licenses were not too expensive - that was noted for later.
It was a 10 minute walk to the vehicle rentals where they offered him what was considered a fancy car in Kildare, taking it he began to drive around cautiously, looking with amazement at the 100 foot or more skyscrapers that painted the horizon in every direction.. bar the mountains. He was completely dumbfounded, unable to make sense or gain direction of the city.
There were continuous news advertisements on billboards, the radio, in papers that the Romanian brought you while sitting at the traffic lights. One thing came completely apparent within only a few hours and it was that in order to survive it was about who could be the loudest and flashiest-.. or so it seemed.
He heard an ad about a local real estate manager that worked in a block he passed not long ago, so circling round he went to visit this office. After a little chit chat and a quick viewing he procured himself a nice 2 bedroom apartment in Alta where he began to settle in and make home. Walking round the neighbourhood gave him the realisation that this place wasn't like back home, there was no sense of street community, no "Hi, how do ya' do?" when walking past eachother. No-one cared who you were and you didn't care about them.. that was cold.
I need a job
A few days he settled in and Pierce was out in coffee shops, bars and a few restaurants asking about work or reading the job section of the paper. It wasn't before too long he got an interview for a Thomas & Kanzas trucking company. It was really basic stuff like he was doing back on the farm, picking and placing heavy objects and transporting them to businesses.. like the cow shit to the slurry pit (and cow shit weighed a lot).
The "Speedo" was the name of his new office, taking around 8 parcels at a time he was making alright money, though what began to eat at him was an earlier dismay - every time he met a fellow trucker at a loading or dropoff sight they rarely so much as waved hello. The place was cold and for this Irishman he needed somewhere he could express himself.
On his 53rd job route, a few weeks down the line Pierce had enough of the constant muling of different items - he left Ireland to stop the physical labour involved with running a farm and that was not to start running supplies for businesses in Los Santos.
At the end of that shift, he handed his gloves, hardhat and high vis' vest into head office with a brief exchange of words and took his new car down to the licensing office to purchase a taxi license. He had saved up over 20 grand with the government bonuses helping him out so he brought himself to a local dealership, Hawk's motors where he purchased a used cabby. There was no plan for this, no original thought, just the memory from walking out of getting his driving license and seeing the sign about the taxi licenses. It was an instinct-.. what else could he have done with no friends or contacts. He paid Lia Volkov cash for the cab, having it towed back to his apartment where he went to work dusting and cleaning the cab, thoroughly washing the inside and outside - he remembered a fonaCAB picked him up in Belfast one night when he was at a stag due, the taxi smelt like kebab and he never wanted to get a taxi again - this wasn't going to be a kebab cab.
First night out
Still he had no friends, no contacts, not even an add on facebrowser. The cab had sat in the drive way for three days after going through an intensive cleaning, it was time to bring it out and get to know the city. Earlier that day he went to a tailor and had him size something of a formal attire, waistcoat, shirt and trousers with nice loafers though in his eyes, it was just a fancier version of what he wore at home. As soon as he left the store people looked at him with a weird expression - obviously his fashion taste attracted attention though he didn't mind that.. Us Irish are attention whores.
Again Pierce took off cruising around Los Santos, stopping occasionally to tap around on the taxi dispatch console screen, it was a weird system that he put down to being designed by Americans - as was often his usual retort for dysfunctional items.
The streets were generally busy though at the same time, they had a quiet feeling about them which would be the no friendly faces thing I mentioned earlier.
He was parked up beside a gas station in Strawberry, zooming in on the GPS map as he tried to navigate street names to learn his way around when the meter lit up beeping. He pushes the "Accept" button quickly in reflex and the GPS started calculating a route-.. he had his first job.
((To be continued / updated ))
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Music is a large part of culture in Ireland, it's not only how people express themselves but it's also the only medium in which some of our most important history is spoken off. Pierce had a very targeted ear towards music as there was a fine line between Rebel music and Irish music.
Pierce is not a rebel as he was lived and served the National Irish Army, Free Ireland.
