Post by box on Jan 2, 2011 2:13:22 GMT -6
RYLANNOLENMcLAUGHLIN
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" you thought you were there to guide me
you were only in my way
you're wrong if you think
that i'll be just like you " [/center]
birthday| November 19th
age| 24
gender| Male
occupation| Mob Heir
sexualorientation| Heterosexual
affliation| Irish Mafia
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appearance| When he's behaving, and has his perfect posture, Rylan stands at five feet, ten inches. His soft, brown hair tends to hang in his face when he doesn't have it pushed back. Steel blue eyes that don't shine when he's being heartless towards someone. A five o'clock shadow is usually seen, as he doesn't seem to mind it. He's got a small build, but it's nicely toned; others don't assume he can pack a punch. When he's not in dressy suits and the like, Rylan likes to get away with any casual clothes that still look stylish.
overallpersonality| Act hard as a stone, with no wavering emotions. That's how his father raised Rylan to be, and that's exactly how he is. When his father isn't around, he's a bit different. He's still a stiff, and quite cold hearted, but he has a grand sense of adventure his father wouldn't approve of. Tawnie is also a major soft spot, and is probably one of the only people he's kind to. Rylan is a genuine risk taker, especially when he's out on the town away from his father. He loves angering strangers just enough so they'll strike him without thinking – or at least try to start a fight. However, the way he is now is from his father's molding. Not even Rylan knows how he would truly act.
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--- McLaughlin | Boss' Wife
siblings| Tawnie McLaughlin | Mob's Little Angel
other| --- McLaughlin | Hitman Uncle
overallhistory| Rylan was introduced to the world one late November night, and the McLaughlin couple couldn't be happier. Not only did they have a child, but they had their heir; at least, that seemed to be his father's attitude towards his birth. He loved Rylan with all his heart, of course, as did his mother, but that didn't stop him from making his plans. Rylan lived out his early years as any other child would have; learning to walk, talk, and how to properly function in the world. He grew up knowing he would take over the family business one day, and each year he grew more and more excited. This excitment grew to a grander scale when, at the age of five, his sister was born. He didn't know it at the time, but the little baby would grow into one of Rylan's dearest loved ones.
As Tawnie was introduced to the world, Rylan took great pride into helping her along the way. He taught her what his caretakers had taught him. The two were always together when their parents weren't home – which was often. However, the two didn't know anything else, and it all seemed normal to them. Unfortunately as they grew older, Rylan became more occupied in his studies his father instucted him in. After all, he was the heir. His father raised him into the perfect son, and the man he had always wanted him to be. Rylan never got the chance to decide who he wanted to be, let alone discover who he was. Even throughout school he was the ideal student. He only kept a few friends by his side, since he couldn't afford distractions, but he still missed spending the days with his sister.
Soon enough, Rylan was out of high school, and noted that her sister was becoming highly independant. While he was very proud of her, he still wished there was a need of him to be there for her, despite how very busy he was becoming. He instead focused his mind on his continuous training; he was becoming almost as good as his father with a gun, though he prefered hand to hand combat. He was also shown more of the actual business. His father allowed him to sit in on discussions, especially one that was taking high importance. Their Italian rivals have shifted cities, and they are following, no argument about it. They have already made plans to get into the Delcuas's heads, and Rylan agrees with everything whole-heartedly. He's just completely unaware that the person involved in this plan will turn his whole world upside down.
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age| 21
gotexperience| I think it's going on ten years now
howifoundyou| Zee!
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It wasn't too late in the afternoon when Desmond finally pushed himself out of bed. He had been awake for hours, and the proof had been lazily tossed onto his dresser. A small, well read book, with a slip of paper sticking out near the end marking his place. It was probably one of his favorites, seeing as this was his tenth or eleventh time reading it; he couldn't remember which. Stepping forward a bit on the carpet of his room, he extended his arms above his head, stretching while letting out a yawn. Once he was done waking his muscles from their stiff state, he shuffled out of his room. His eyes located the clock on the wall close to the kitchen, confirming his earlier assumption; it was still the afternoon, but not late enough to call it evening yet. His sister probably wouldn't be home until later, and therefore he continued into the kitchen and attempted to find something he could eat.
Luckily it was his day off today, though he normally worked the closing shift at the bookstore in town. He could ignore the wild pull at night long enough to make it home, and even then, some nights he decided not to even change. It was also what he considered to be a day off from clan meetings, which was why he wasn't out of bed before noon. As Desmond placed the loaf of bread on the counter and grabbed a few slices, he went over things in his mind. He tried to recall what he was supposed to be doing today as he began to make himself a sandwich. Normally his clan mates didn't let him stay in this late unless he had something else to do. It clicked as he sunk his teeth into his delicious sandwich; his cousins were arriving today. The Moonfire clan had been called for help, and the estimated arrival was some time today.
Desmond then also remembered that his cousin Leah wanted to meet separately, just to catch up. At least, that's what he assumed; he didn't really remember why he was meeting her on their own. Letting out a quiet sigh, he leaned his tall frame against the counter, and continued to eat. Once Moonfire arrived, he couldn't live in denial about being Alpha. It was up to him to make sure that their sister clan behaved properly, though with his uncle leading the clan, Desmond figured it wouldn't be much of an issue. There was still the matter of telling them about the other two wolf clans. Another sigh left his lips as he stood up straight and turned to brush the bread crumbs off his hands and into the sink. He raised a hand to rub the side of his neck as he left the kitchen to head down a hallway. His fingers ran over the big bandage that nearly took over his neck. Rolling his eyes, he remembered how his sister insisted he keep it on despite how fast it would probably heal. Desmond hadn't objected too much though, he couldn't blame her for being paranoid about his safety anymore.
Not after what happened; it was as if their life was to be thought twice about now. Their safety was becoming a big issue, and fast. His hand dropped from the side of his neck to grip a door handle, opening the door just a crack. Peeking his head in, just far enough so he could see the rise and fall of his father's chest. It was good enough to settle his nerves for his trip out. “Hey dad, I'm going to go see Leah.” He mumbled quietly, knowing he wouldn't hear him anyway. Carefully, he shut the door again. A habit; being cautious as to not wake his father. Desmond headed back out the hallway, and towards the front door this time. His hat and coat were thrown over a stool near the door, and he scooped up his hat and pulled it onto his head. It was one of those fur lined ones with ear flaps – not real fur though, he was sure of this. Desmond didn't care if people though the hats were stupid, he liked them, and they kept his ears warm! Next, he shrugged on his coat, which was a bit thin for the weather, and then stepped into his boots.
Leaving the house, he was sure to lock the door behind him before dropping his keys back into his pocket. He then began his journey on foot to the Asguard Ruins, shivering when the wind reached him from in between the trees. It wouldn't take him long to get used to the chilly air, but it still sucked. If the ruins had been a bit farther from his house, Desmond would have drove. However it wasn't that far of a walk, and he did enjoy the outdoors. Though before he knew it, he was stepping over crumbled rock. Apparently his thoughts had kept him too distracted from the walk he normally enjoyed. He sat down on a smooth topped rock, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. He hoped that Leah wouldn't take too long, despite the fact that he was already adjusting to the cold.
Luckily it was his day off today, though he normally worked the closing shift at the bookstore in town. He could ignore the wild pull at night long enough to make it home, and even then, some nights he decided not to even change. It was also what he considered to be a day off from clan meetings, which was why he wasn't out of bed before noon. As Desmond placed the loaf of bread on the counter and grabbed a few slices, he went over things in his mind. He tried to recall what he was supposed to be doing today as he began to make himself a sandwich. Normally his clan mates didn't let him stay in this late unless he had something else to do. It clicked as he sunk his teeth into his delicious sandwich; his cousins were arriving today. The Moonfire clan had been called for help, and the estimated arrival was some time today.
Desmond then also remembered that his cousin Leah wanted to meet separately, just to catch up. At least, that's what he assumed; he didn't really remember why he was meeting her on their own. Letting out a quiet sigh, he leaned his tall frame against the counter, and continued to eat. Once Moonfire arrived, he couldn't live in denial about being Alpha. It was up to him to make sure that their sister clan behaved properly, though with his uncle leading the clan, Desmond figured it wouldn't be much of an issue. There was still the matter of telling them about the other two wolf clans. Another sigh left his lips as he stood up straight and turned to brush the bread crumbs off his hands and into the sink. He raised a hand to rub the side of his neck as he left the kitchen to head down a hallway. His fingers ran over the big bandage that nearly took over his neck. Rolling his eyes, he remembered how his sister insisted he keep it on despite how fast it would probably heal. Desmond hadn't objected too much though, he couldn't blame her for being paranoid about his safety anymore.
Not after what happened; it was as if their life was to be thought twice about now. Their safety was becoming a big issue, and fast. His hand dropped from the side of his neck to grip a door handle, opening the door just a crack. Peeking his head in, just far enough so he could see the rise and fall of his father's chest. It was good enough to settle his nerves for his trip out. “Hey dad, I'm going to go see Leah.” He mumbled quietly, knowing he wouldn't hear him anyway. Carefully, he shut the door again. A habit; being cautious as to not wake his father. Desmond headed back out the hallway, and towards the front door this time. His hat and coat were thrown over a stool near the door, and he scooped up his hat and pulled it onto his head. It was one of those fur lined ones with ear flaps – not real fur though, he was sure of this. Desmond didn't care if people though the hats were stupid, he liked them, and they kept his ears warm! Next, he shrugged on his coat, which was a bit thin for the weather, and then stepped into his boots.
Leaving the house, he was sure to lock the door behind him before dropping his keys back into his pocket. He then began his journey on foot to the Asguard Ruins, shivering when the wind reached him from in between the trees. It wouldn't take him long to get used to the chilly air, but it still sucked. If the ruins had been a bit farther from his house, Desmond would have drove. However it wasn't that far of a walk, and he did enjoy the outdoors. Though before he knew it, he was stepping over crumbled rock. Apparently his thoughts had kept him too distracted from the walk he normally enjoyed. He sat down on a smooth topped rock, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. He hoped that Leah wouldn't take too long, despite the fact that he was already adjusting to the cold.
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