Boxer and Weapon Trafficker
At the grand old age of twenty-two, Tam almost fits the pattern of O’Keefe men. A curly mop of shortish red hair covers his head and would cover his face too, if he didn’t shave. He’s broad and muscular but where his kinfolk top out near six feet, he only reaches five foot and six inches tall. His face might have been good-natured once but a few years in the ring, getting punch in the face has ruined that effect. His nose is squished and crooked, from being broken more then a few times. His eyes are green, bright and ready for a fight.
When he’s not in the ring, Tam wears a loose red shirt, with half sleeves and a pair of loose, black pants. Normally, he dons a black flat cap as well.
Tam has a short Irish Temper but is otherwise a cheery fellow. He’s also more then a little jealous of his older brother and cousin, because he wasn’t old enough to enlist for World War 2 and often glares at them when they tell stories about serving in the Third Army under General Patton.
His fists
Wallet
Colt 1911
Tam was born the son of Patrick and Brigit O’Keefe five years after they moved to Boston. Like the rest of his siblings, he nearly really wanted for much and had a good education. Like his brother, he would get into trouble but not for lying. He got into trouble because he’d get into fights.
One of the biggest disappointments in his life was the fact that by the time he was old enough to enlist in the army, World War Two was just about over. Rather then become an occupation soldier, he joined the family business of selling illegal weapons and when he wasn’t doing that, he was in the boxing rig, as a heavyweight professional. He likes to keep the fight going as long as he can, often waiting until the last round to deliver a knock out blow.
As he is eager for military service in wartime, it is a little surprising that he hasn’t enlisted, with the new war in Korea. However he had promised his brother to go to New York with him, earlier in the year, before the outbreak of the conflict.