OOC Information;
Name; Bee
Personal Journal; amanwhodrinkstea
Contact; [email protected]
Other Characters; N/A
Activity proof; N/A


IC Information;
Character Name; Thomas (Tommy) Shelby 
Canon; Peaky Blinders
Canon Point; Episode 2 - After Campbell's first raid of Small Heath and Tommy's "bonfire night" 
Age; Age not stated. Probably around the age of 30. He is the second eldest of the Shelby boys. 

House; Odin
Power; Fire

Personality;

Tommy Shelby was of a gentler kind before the war. The older members of the Shelby family remember him as a young man who used to laugh a lot, who wanted to work with horses, and his younger brother John remembers the impressions he used to do of family and friends. However, Thomas returned from France hardened and haunted. Although a decorated war hero, respected for valor having saved the life of Freddie Thorne, a man who was once his closest confidante, Tommy was now seemingly indifferent to sentiment and softness. He turned his attention to the protection and elevation of his family. His aim: the rise from small time crimes like theft and gambling to legitimate business. More profit to be made in business than in crime. 

Although Thomas is the second eldest, and thus should only be an underling in their gang the Peaky Blinders, he thinks larger than his elder brother Arthur, and is undoubtedly the sharpest of the Shelby boys. Thus he's the head of the gang and has become the de facto head of the family. He's got the skill of thinking in the big picture as well as the ability to plan in minute detail how to reach that big picture. However he also is gifted with the skill of thinking on his feet should his plan be unraveled or interrupted, or to incorporate surprising new opportunities that find themselves at his door. His brothers, Arthur and John, are more blunt and heavy handed in their approach to problems and planning and thus either become frustrated with Thomas's seeming changeability or are in constant need of Thomas's instruction. Their Aunt Polly, an unyielding and stouthearted woman who has helped to raise all of them and ran the family business while the boys were away fighting in France, is perhaps the only one who comes near to matching Tommy's wily nature and goes toe to toe with him on a near to daily basis. 

Thomas is not without his weaknesses. The war left severe cracks in his mind, and nightly Tommy looks to the aid of opium in order to try and escape nightmares tunnels in the trenches and the sounds of shovels picking at the walls. He is prone to anger and violence when his family is threatened or insulted and to drink copiously. He also has the tendency not to ask for advice or permission which is problematic  when the consequences of his actions most often effect many people. 

However, despite his egotism and steely nature, or perhaps partly for it, Thomas Shelby is afforded respect by the people of the Birmingham slums. They are his people. He walks down the street to people hurrying out of his way with murmured, "good day, Mr. Shelby" s. But it is not unwarranted. Thomas sees to it that the Shelby family doles out good as equally as it does the punishment, and each where it is due. When Officer Campbell ransacks civilian houses, Thomas and Aunt Polly send the Peaky Blinders men around with aid and money for rebuilding. When the Garrison gets shot up by Kimber and his brutes, its the Shelbys who fund its repairs. 

Samples;
Network Sample; 

[A nimble hand idly turns the bracelet a moment before pursed lips and sharp blue eyes come into view.]

A'right. Now what sort of drug induced fun fair is this? I'll say now I'm not really interested in another war. There's nothing to be gained from it. Least not on my end. I've got wars and bullshit enough where I've come from. The like that I've got stock in.

And the like that I need to be getting back to.  

[Thomas shoves a hand in his coat pocket and digs around for a moment before his face turns from indifferent to downright annoyed, nose wrinkling and brows furrowing darkly]

Where can you get fucking cigarettes 'round 'ere? 

 

Log Sample; 

Thomas crooked a finger into his collar and tugged it sharply, straightening it about his throat before straightening his back in a likewise sharp and unforgiving manner. His hands then dipped into his pockets and went still. A thin cigarette lazed about on his lower lip as he stood eyeing the castle in the distance from beneath the brim of his flat cap and for a moment the corner of his mouth almost twitched upwards in amusement. A bloody fucking castle. He was now living in a place with a fucking castle instead of a roaring, smoke belching gun factory. What class. 

It almost made him miss the rancid canals of Gas Street and the Garrison with its dusty windows. In this moment he could fully conceive of the fact that the clatter and clang of an industrial slum suited him better than this place. Something about the promise of the new. Not that he intended to stay in the slums forever.  But that metallic pulse of Birmingham was the fuel he needed to move upwards. What would move him here? Stone and fairytale creatures? Magic? 

Thomas Shelby was not a man who stock in magic. Too much in his life had taught him the concept was valueless. What magic had been in the fields of France? Or in the years after his father up and left the lot of them as whining babes? Nothing built on magic could be trusted. 

He couldn't even trust the place he was standing in or the moment  in which it seemed to exist. For all he knew it was the opium or the nightmares making a joke of him, and at any moment the shovels would burst on through and render that fucking castle to rubble and sunlight of a new Birmingham dawn.