Post by Killian Quinn Murphy on Jan 11, 2011 0:29:51 GMT -6
KILLIANQUINNMURPHY
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" Hey tonight say that you still love me
The way that you always did before
Hey tonight say the fire is still burning
And in the morning pretend we don't see the ashes on the floor " [/center]
birthday| March 15
age| Twenty-Six
gender| Male
occupation| Body Guard
sexualorientation| heterosexual
affliation| Irish Mob
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appearance| Killian (or “Kill” as some of his associates prefer to call him) is a beast of a man. He comes up to roughly six feet and four inches with a wide, muscular frame. If his size isn’t enough of a warning to stay clear, his stern expression is. He has very defined facial features; looking almost as if he were carved with how prominent his cheeks and facial frame is. His face is almost always in a warning snarl; ready to fend off any threat to the woman in his charge or just ready to punch whomever so much as looks in their direction the wrong way. He has a marine colored gaze that seems to hazard between green and blue that are more than willing to bore through anyone that even bother approach him or those he’s entrusted to protect. His gaze is constantly drifting about to size people up. Not necessarily bothered much with his outward appearance, Kill’s dark hair is kept incredibly short, buzzed so that it seems only a dark shade of hair is over his scalp. If it gets longer, it’s typically messy, course, and ultimately more hassle than he would like to deal with.
Unlike a great deal of his colleagues, Kill doesn’t necessarily bother to hide his brutish nature with the guise of suits and stylish apparel. He is a thug and looks the part. His clothes, like most of the things he owns, tend to be tattered and a bit on the cheap side. He can clean up if his has to, the main difference being in his attire; switching his street clothes for a suit for the right occasion.
overallpersonality| Killian tends to keep his distance from most. Coming from a home with more than enough abuse until the McLaughlin mob gave him an actual purpose. One thing that’s maintained through the transition from street punk to mob body guard is the fact that Kill is a survivor. He will do whatever it takes to pull through and has several times over. Unfortunately, this doesn’t always come off as smart. He rushes into things, making snap decisions based on his first instinct which doesn’t always necessarily bode well for those around him. Some say he’s reckless, others say he’s lucky. Killian just shrugs it off; knowing that he kept his own and himself safe.
He’s quick to anger and quicker to a fight and more than likely not someone that most would want to tango with. Particularly because when Kill gets going, there is a very slim likelihood that he will actually stop. He’s the Mob’s pit bull and really there’s only one person that he will fully listen to. That person is Tawnie. Second to that would be her father. The McLaughlin family gave him more of a chance to thrive than his actual parents ever could have. Because of that, there is a deep sense of loyalty instilled into him. Sadly it’s selective as someone has to seriously prove themselves to be of merit. Though, if Tawnie or her father approve, Killian will begrudgingly hold his tongue and his lower his weapon. He’s dedicated but not ambitious. His only real purpose (he’s concluded) is to keep Tawnie safe. One part because it is his job, another part because he’s in love with her.
He doesn’t fear much, having gone to jail more times than he can probably count, but one thing he is afraid of is having the McLaughlin family turning their back on him. While Killian is not exactly the king of foresight, it doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent. He didn’t finish high school but he adapted to his setting in gaining street smarts. He has a tenth grade reading level, but that doesn’t mean he can’t pinpoint the right second to shoot a car to get a kill shot on the driver. He is observant of his surroundings and those he is close to. He’s a protector and because of that if he senses something wrong with the people he cares about, he will continue pushing until he finds the answer he is looking for.
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Meagan Murphy, deceased (drug overdose), mother
Rordan Murphy, 53, father (estranged)
Gale Stevens-Murphy, 40, step-mother (estranged
siblings|
N/A
other|
Keegan Murphy, deceased, grandfather
overallhistory| It’s not much of a shock that Killian Quinn Murphy came from a broken Irish home. His father was a brute of a man while his mother was a saint of a woman that had to marry the man who got her pregnant. No love. A night of lust turned into a contract. Killian’s father voiced his regret over not using protection constantly to him, making it no secret that neither parent was ready for the child they had coming. Rordan Murphy was a belligerent drunk while Meagan, who had a whole future ahead of herself, was being slowly dragged down by her husband. The two were clearly too young for a child and a marriage. Stubbornly, though, they stuck to trying to make a family. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out. Rordan, instead of doing the responsible thing and trying to take up a sensible career, opted for the route of boxing. He was good; decent enough to catch the attention of an agency. The family was moved to the states. Unfortunately, Ireland and the United States were clearly different places. The agency that represented Rordan was tied with the mob as well as rigging fights. Rordan, not exactly being from the more honorable stock, went with it. The family came into money this way, but wasn’t exactly responsible with it.
While Meagan was a good woman, something she couldn’t refuse was the access she had to drugs. She used a great deal and as Rordan’s “boxing” career started to take off, the man would play the “smaller” game. In this game it didn’t matter how small or out of control he felt, everyone else had to feel smaller. Be it his wife or Killian himself. Everyone had to be smaller, weaker, until they were nothing. This was a surefire way to inject something into the boy and it certainly wasn’t a good nature. While his mother would just submit to end the conflict, Killian wouldn’t go down so easily. He would challenge his father; especially when these tantrums were directed at Meagan. It never really worked out for Killian considering it’d just fuel his father’s rage.
In school, Killian would act out as a bit of a bully. At first he had been timid and well behaved but as things in his home life became heavier, his grades started to slip and his temper started to show. Much like his father he’d pick on others. Despite the calls home or the teacher conferences, nothing happened. His behavior went unchanging until he hit his first year of high school when his mother overdosed. It was then that something truly snapped in him. Instead of being a violent braggart, he just stopped. He didn’t talk much to his peers. But really, any real change in Killian hit when his grandfather, Keegan, moved to the states to help his son and his grandson.
Distraught, Killian’s father retired from boxing (much to the disdain of his employers) and took to just working straight for the mob. It was then that Killian had his first run-ins with the McLaughlin clan. His father was just a low-level enforcer thug but apparently it gave him a distraction from belittling his son. Keegan opted to take interest in the boy; wanting more for his only grandson than being some mobster’s kid. He tried to show his grandson that there were more things than the life his father had given him. It almost brought him out of the path Killian was going down.
While walking home from the grocery store, Keegan Murphy was mugged and left to die just a short few months after losing Meagan. Losing yet another person Killian had been close to, he went back into being an angry young man. He didn’t single people out. Instead, Killian lashed out at anyone that tried to help, hurt, or, hell, looked at him funny. Before it was to make someone feel smaller than him. This time it was just pure anger. Thanks to a fight in school where Killian tried to slam someone’s head in a door, he served his first stint in juvenile hall. He got out early thanks to a favor his father had asked of the McLaughlins. Instead of going home, however, he was offered a job.
Killian took a job as security detail for weapons smuggling. Through this he learned not only how to use a weapon, but also that he had more potential than he’d initially thought. It wasn’t much potential, mind you, but it was a way to at least take control of his anger. He was put up in an apartment with a few other kids his age that started working for the McLaughlins. The mob provided a family that Killian never had. They seemed to look after each other; something that he found to be astounding. He then started taking part in car-jacking and petty thievery for the Irish mob; never actually running into his father. He was kept out of that man’s house and in exchange, they had a loyal member. While he was never actually gotten for his involvement with organized crime, the family’s lawyers managed to get his sentences reduced to the likes of manslaughter, assault and battery, along with charges for stealing. He would serve his sentences, get released, take the fall, and go all over again. That was, however, until he was enlisted as security detail to the family.
Having the McLaughlins relatively saving him from his own home, Killian took this job incredibly seriously. He started initially just as minor detail. His protective streak along with brute strength seemed to be a winning combination for all involved (unless it was someone dumb enough to attack the boss or his family). He became one of the family’s exclusive bodyguards; forming a bond with them as if he belonged there. Be it pity or genuine concern for Killian, they took him under his wing. He became more and more lucrative to McLaughlin and eventually started being detailed as Tawnie’s own personal bodyguard. They were always friendly before, but there was something about this arrangement that seemed different. Killian found himself caring for Tawnie more and more and it seemed like it was clearly reciprocated. Afraid of the consequences, however, Killian kept his affection to himself.
At least, he tried to until he noticed a change in his charge. He’s started to speculate that she’s become involved with O’Connor, which almost always means an involvement in drugs. He hasn’t voiced his concerns just yet, but he has been keeping an even closer watch on Tawnie McLaughlin. Not only because it is his job, but now also because of the complication that he recognizes a rather scary thing. He’s in love with her.
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age| 24
gotexperience| 7 years
howifoundyou| was on the old site, finally was linked to the new one
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|| And Mother, please forgive ME || For these things that I have seen and DONE ||
|| I hope I can still get home to HEAVEN. ||
|| I WISH I HAD A BIBLE INSTEAD OF THIS DAMN G U N ||
It was weird how rooms felt when things were tense. A room could change just by the occupants in a matter of moments. It didn’t take a click on the thermostat or even the lights turning on and off. All that was really needed was a few different bodies in the seat and things could shift from downright tranquil to disciplined and tense. Well, dinner with the mob’s primary family seemed no different. The McLaughlins seemed dispersed among the others; intermingling as if rank meant nothing. It was intriguing to someone who came from a home where it was really only about one person and that one person was the very one that everyone hated. This was different, he supposed. Killian just opted for his usual post in the corner of the room; not really knowing his place to intrude upon the meal.
He hung back like a lot of the other body guards seemed to. Eyeing one another up as if to evaluate who would do the most damage. He glanced towards his charge and back to the others whilst narrowing his eyes. Touch her, he thought, and you’re dead. It was no secret how seriously he took his job and he most certainly had no complaints about it. There was a difference tonight. Outsiders were at the table along with a set of guards for themselves. Killian didn’t like it. Not one bit.
It was then that he noticed a familiar click of a safety and in a smooth pull his gun was out and pointing at one of the men at the table. A half-second later, his colleagues followed suit. There was a strict ruled at times like this. Newcomers handed over their weapons whilst discussing business. His stony features tipped their hand as he smirked and clicked the safety off. Killian took a few steps towards this person and pointed the gun at the man’s head; focusing to a point where he could see the drip of sweat roll along his pores and to the barrel of his gun. He outstretched a hand; demanding the firearm while pressing the gun harder against the fool’s temple to a point where he was sure there would be a wonderful round bruise from the compression.
He glanced a moment to McLaughlin; awaiting a signal. But as the gun was placed in his hand, Kill only smirked before taking out the magazine and tossing the unloaded gun onto the newcomer’s plate. He pocketed the round and turned the safety of his gun back on before holstering it. He moved back to his perch in the corner while a terrified looking business man continued his meal and ate around the firearm.
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