Name: Arthur "Art" McCoy
Personality: Energetic, willing to try anything once, enjoys living life on the edge and values friendship in everyone. He is far more interested in having fun than making enemies, but that fiery Irish blood still flows through his veins so he can jump into a fight at any minute.
Short History: Art immigrated to America with his family at age fifteen, causing him to hold onto his Dublin dialect his whole life, he learned to fly in the Air Force and traveled the world. Once he was finished with that he came back to America and bought himself a nice home working for a private flight contracting company serving large companies for private trips and, because of his military training, he flys helicopters for the local Feds and police. It was doing work like this where he met his three best friends.
For the last three years they had all been the best of friends: drinking, partying, even babe watching they found that they could do anything together. It had become a tradition of theirs to get together to one up their group gift for the fourth person from the year before, and the theme was always creativity over expense.
Today it was his turn, his 24th birthday. He downed his Morning Birthday Shot (an Irish tradition according to him) and pulled out his cell phone to find out where his gang was.