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Kilpatrick, Brogan
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Group: IRISH MOB !
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( NAME YOUR GOD ! )A N D . W E . W I L L . S E N D . Y O U . T O . W H A T E V E R . G O D . Y O U . C H O O S E BROGAN CONLAN KILPATRICK I don't eat I just devour, everyone in every hour All is me, is all I need and that's all that I care Propelled through all this madness, by your beauty and my sadness I'll never change or rearrange, till I've finished what I've started. ( I CAN READ YOU LIKE A GUN ! )I ' L L . T A K E . Y O U . O N NAME: Ryan AGE: 31 GENDER: Male CONTACT: I added my messengers to my profile. Feel free to use em. TIME ZONE: GMT+5 OTHER CHARACTERS: None
( I DREAM OF YOU DRAPED IN WIRES ! ) A N D . L E A N I N G . O N . T H E . B R A K E S FULL NAME: Brogan Conlan Kilpatrick NAME MEANING: Brogan- From the Gaelic meaning 'Sturdy Shoe' Conlan- Meaning 'Strong as a Wolf' Kilpatrick- From Latin, meaning the chapel of St. Patrick. NICKNAMES: None AGE: 53 DATE OF BIRTH: August 16, 1956 BLOOD TYPE: O- SEXUALITY: Straight
AFFILIATION: Irish Mob POSITION/OCCUPATION(S): Mob Boss
PET(S): Two Irish wolfhounds named Shamus and Shannon MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: 2009 BMW 5 Series PERSONAL WEALTH: The equivalent of a high six figure annual income.
( I LEAVE YOU WITH RESTLESS LIARS ! ) A N D . D E A L E R S . O N . T H E . T A K E HAIR COLOR & STYLE: Black, but graying. And wears it short but a little shaggy. EYE COLOR: Brown SKIN TONE: fairly pale. A typical Irish complexion. HEIGHT & WEIGHT: About 6'1 and around a fairly healthy 190 BUILD: Medium build. Has the body of some one who has been in shape most his life. However age and an indulgent life have started to show. SCARS & TATTOOS: He has a bullet wound scar in his left shoulder as well as a knife scar in his lower back that just missed is kidney. ACCENT: Still talks with an Irish brogue. CLOTHING STYLE: wears fine English suits. You will never catch him wearing anything with an Italian name on the label.
PLAY-BY: Gabriel Byrne
( I WILL STRIDE YOU WITH DESIRE OF FAULT LINE ! ) N O . C L U T C H . N O . S T O R M LIKES: Irish Whiskey and lagers. His kids though he doesn't show it well. Younger women. Baseball, is a die hard Red Sox fan. Smoking. Irish music including the more modern stuff like Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy. A fan of Yeats and Joyce. Loves to eat steak and lamb. Poker and blackjack. Everything that has to do with Ireland. Silk sheets. Strippers. High class escorts. Porn Stars. Viagra. The colors red, green, and blue. An orderly house. Dominic Sheeran. Murphy Mulligan. Mac Flynn. The smell of a real pub. Japanese food. Peter O'Toole and Liam Neeson films. Cigars. DISLIKES: The Luna and Cardamones. Hates Salads. Hockey and Basketball. Hates blacks, a fairly vocal racist. Cops and Feds anyone at all really that even comes across as one. Weakness and trepidation. Stupid and ignorant people. The English and English literature. Night clubs. Italian food. Rats(literal and figurative). His dogs. STRENGTHS: Can be a very rational person. Isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty. Ruthless when he needs to be. Is a good leader. WEAKNESSES: Prone to irrational rage if his family is threatened. Pretty young women can distract him almost anything. Terrible in relationships with women treats them coldly. TALENTS & SPECIAL ABILITIES: A good fighter. Knows his way around guns. Able to inspire loyalty in others. Great driver. Has a knack for spotting undercover cops and feds. HOBBIES & INTERESTS: Chess. Strip clubs. Going to pubs. Drinking and smoking. HABITS & QUIRKS: Cracks his knuckles when angry. Throws things when frustrated. DREAMS & DESIRES: To see the Italians and the Mexicans(doesn't care if the are or not. It's what he calls em) put in the ground. Hopes to see one of his sons become the kind of man he feels he can leave In charge. TO strangle the life out of Baptist Serafino with his own hands. FEARS: The family falling apart when he is gone. Something happening to his kids. Dying slowly and painfully from his lung cancer.
PERSONALITY: IN-DEPTH: Brogan is a natural born leader. He lives in a world of possibilities where he sees all sorts challenges to be surmounted, and he wants to be the ones responsible for surmounting them. Brogan has a drive for leadership, which is well-served by his quickness to grasp complexities, his ability to absorb a large amount of impersonal information, and his quick and decisive judgments. He is a"take charge" person.
He is very career-focused, and fits into the organized crime world quite naturally. Brogan is constantly scanning his environment for potential problems which he can turn into solutions. He generally sees things from a long-range perspective, and is usually successful at identifying plans to turn problems around. He is tireless in his efforts on the job, and driven to visualize where the organization is headed.
There is not much room for error in the world of Brogan Kilpatrick. He dislikes to see mistakes repeated, and has no patience with inefficiency. He may become quite harsh when his patience is tried in these respects, because he is not naturally tuned in to people's feelings, and more than likely doesn't believe that he should tailor his judgments in consideration for people's feelings. Brogan naturally has little patience with people who do not see things the same way as he does. He needs to consciously work on recognizing the value of other people's opinions, as well as the value of being sensitive towards people's feelings. In the absence of this awareness, he will be a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. This may be a real problem for Brogan, who may be deprived of important information and collaboration from others. In their personal world, it makes him overbearing as a parent.
He is a very forceful, decisive individual. He makes decisions quickly, and is quick to verbalize his opinions and decisions to the rest of the world. Brogan will make decisions too hastily, without understanding all of the issues and possible solutions. Brogan may come across as dictatorial and abrasive - intrusively giving orders and direction without, seemingly, a sound reason for doing so, and without consideration for the people involved.
Although Brogan is not naturally tuned into other people's feelings, he frequently has very strong sentimental streaks. Often these sentiments are very powerful to him, although they will likely hide it from general knowledge, believing the feelings to be a weakness. Because the world of feelings and values is not where Brogan naturally functions, he may sometimes make value judgments and hold onto submerged emotions which are ill-founded and inappropriate, and will cause him problems - sometimes rather serious problems.
Brogan loves to interact with people. As an extrovert, he is energized and stimulated by the world around him. There's nothing more enjoyable and satisfying to him than having a lively, challenging conversation. He especially respects people who are able to stand up to him, and argue persuasively for their point of view. There aren't too many people who will do so, however, because he is a very forceful and dynamic presence who has a tremendous amount of self-confidence and excellent verbal communication skills. Even the most confident individuals may experience moments of self-doubt when debating a point with him.
He wants his home to be beautiful, well-furnished, and efficiently run. He is likely to place much emphasis on his children being well-educated and structured. At home, he needs to be in charge as much as he does in his career. Brogan is likely best paired with someone who has a strong self-image. Because he is primarily focused on his job, he has a problem with being constantly absent from home, physically and mentally.
Brogan has many gifts which make it possible for him to have a great deal of personal power, if he doesn't forget to remain balanced in his life. He is an assertive, innovative, long-range thinker with an excellent ability to translate theories and possibilities into solid plans of action. He is usually a tremendously forceful personality, and has the tools to accomplish whatever goals he sets out for.
( I TEACH YOU OF DEATH'S DESIRES ! ) R E F L E C T I N G . I N . L A K E S PARENTS: Shamus and Shannon Kilpatrick. Both deceased. SIBLINGS: Two brothers. Liam and Patrick both still in Ireland. Sister named Mary. Deceased. OTHER: Isolde Bronte, his niece. Various mistresses, and a slew of cousins back home. FAMILY WEALTH: In Ireland it was Middle class. In America it's Upper Class.
ETHNICITY: Catholic Irish. BIRTHPLACE: Tallaght area of Dublin. HOMETOWN: Dublin Ireland and Boston Mass.
HISTORY: IN-DEPTH: Brogan was born in a suburb of Dublin called Tallaght. It was a terribly run down and poor neighborhood with almost no stores or support infrastructure. His would rise every day at three in the morning to begin his long commute to the Dublin docks on the other side of the city. They didn't own a car nor were they any buses that came near the house. So Shamus would walk two hours to the nearest bus stop to ride the rest of the way across town. He would then return home at seven in the evening where he would have dinner before drinking himself into unconsciousness.
Those were the good nights. The bad nights were when his father felt self destructive and hateful of his life. Those nights his father would stomp around the house looking for any reason to lash out. No one was immune to his anger. Brogan, to his credit, would always deflect his fathers anger onto himself to protect his everyone else. As a result Brogan had more broken bones and noses by the time he was fifteen then a career boxer would accrue over his entire career.
When Brogan wasn't at home getting beat on he was out in the neighborhood doing the only things that you could do in Tallaght, running with a gang and dealing drugs. It didn't take long for Brogan to establish himself in his gang as the leader. He kept everyone out of jail and alive, which earned him miles of respect form everyone. He was also the one that decided that being a nobody gang in a shit district of Dublin wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. So he made contact with members of The Real IRA in Dublin. Soon after he and his gang were selling drugs all over the city so the IRA could turn a profit. Once they established a pipeline through the city for the drugs they also used it to smuggle the weapons the IRA brought in.
Brogan never rose very high in Dublin. His gang was the only real source of income or livelihood he had. Both of his brothers ran with him as his lieutenants. They did pretty much whatever Brogan asked them to and they did it without question and efficiently. By the time he was twenty he had gone as far as he was going to in Dublin. So he devised a plan to stash some money and head to America.
The plan however was delayed when he got this girl Agnes pregnant. Her father was a fairly powerful man and he had no choice but to marry the girl. Her first pregnancy was a miscarriage but no more then a year later she was pregnant with his first child, Sean. Two years later she gave him Ronan. He decided he needed to act quickly or he would be stuck in Ireland forever. So he along with his brothers robbed three banks in the outskirts of Dublin shortly after the birth of his third child. Once they had the money all sorted and split between them Brogan took his family, including his sister, and bought passage on a freighter for them to America. Leaving his brothers to run things back in Dublin.
Once he arrived in Boston he was determined to not let the things that kept him down in Ireland do so here. He met up with some IRA contacts that helped him settle in and gave his family a place to live. What began next was a bloody climb up the Irish ladder in Boston. Starting in Southie Brogan began taking the neighborhoods block by block. He started mainly by himself but was eventually joined by a few others that saw where he was going and that wanted to ride that roller coaster.
Within a few years every illegal and legal business kicked up to Brogan in some way, even if it wasn't much. His contacts in the IRA helped him solidify his place among the Irish mobsters and two bit thugs. In Brogan they had some one that could purchase, store, and ship their weapons. Some one they had a history with and knew they could rely on. This realization put IRA muscle and protection into Brogan's pocket making it suicide for anyone to move against him.
From Southie Brogan was able to move his influences through out Boston and surrounding New England. The weapons became a big part of his profit. He sold guns to both sides of rival street gangs then moved in after the carnage to take back his merchandise to resell. He also started moving into politics buying off what city council men he could and funding the campaigns of others. Every city contract that existed in South Boston was his. Snow removal, trash pick up, street cleaning, neighborhood renewal, all of it was his.
All this allowed him to buy a nice house for his family on Beacon Hill. Everything seemed fairly perfect to him. With the exception of the mess with the Italian trash and his sister. His world crashed on him though when his daughter was hit by a car. It didn't take him long to track down the driver and give himself the satisfaction of beating the man to death with his own hands. Then there was the suicide of his wife. Brogan in true form was completely unable to even bring himself to shed a tear for her. He never really did love her and his conquests of the opposite sex had become the worst kept secret in the family. In contrast the happiest day for him since the birth of his last child was when Merryn started walking again.
The last few years have started wondering if his sons will ever get along enough to put the future of what Brogan has built ahead of their own desires to run it. As it stands he feels he is going to have to leave the business and everything it entails in Mac Flynn's capable hands. He is afraid if he gave it to Sean or Ronan they would kill their brother to solidify their position. It's on the days he thinks about these things that he wishes Merryn was a boy so he could just give it all to her and damn the headaches that are his boys.
Now all of this has been placed constantly at the front of his mind as he deals with the diagnosis of his cancer. It's early enough that treatment may be able to help drive it into remission but the fact remains that more then ever before he has a noose hanging around his neck. The family needs an official heir before anyone finds out about his illness.
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| QUOTE | Jackson drove into town in his Ferrari California. He loved his car from the midnight black paint job you could see yourself in, to the 460 horsepower V8 engine. It was his baby his one true love. He pulled up in front of the coffee shop and got out of his car. He was wearing a custom tailored charcoal Armani suit.
When he walked in to the quaint yet still trendy coffee shop more then a few heads turned to watch him enter. He smiled to himself as he approached the counter to wait in the relatively short line. When he finally got to the counter the Barista, who couldn't be more then sixteen or seventeen, seemed to have a permanent blush on her face. It took her a second to ask what he wanted, which came out a bit stuttered. But truth be told Jackson loved this. Everyone watching him, the poor girl flustered by him, it was all the result of his carefully crafted image. Everything said something to the observer from the way he walked all the way down to the blood red handkerchief carefully folded and tucked into his suit jacket's pocket. "Yes love. Let me get an espresso please." He said with a hint of a French accent, also used for effect and reaction. The benefit of growing up multilingual was, he felt, the ability to slip into and out of various accents to suit the whatever situation he was in. Although as a small annoyance he still hadn't mastered the American accent.
Once he acquired his espresso he tipped the barista generously and found himself a seat in the coffee shop. Evan this was carefully chosen to allow the most exposure to the rest of the room and in easy view of whom ever entered the shop. He sipped at his espresso slowly enjoying the moment and the attention. He was pleasantly surprised, as apparently, there was a coffee shop in upstate New York that actually knew how to make a proper espresso. When he was finished he actually returned the small mug to the counter and thanked the young girl. "My dear, I must applaud you. I had feared I wouldn't find a proper espresso anywhere in this country. You are truly a treasure. I will be sure to return" again with the subtle french accent and a smile just for the girl. Which, if it were possible, made her blush even more. Jackson then turned and walked out of the shop to head back on the road. |
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