Post by Silas Moran on May 1, 2009 9:24:09 GMT
Just The Facts:
- Boss of the St. Louis Irish Mafia
(a.k.a the Still Water Gang). - 35.
- 6’1”.
- Subclinical psychopath.
- Identity mostly unknown to the public.
[/size]Suspect: MORAN, SILAS JAMES
WARNING: This suspect is considered armed and dangerous.
Basic Stats:
Name: Silas James Moran.
Known Aliases: Jack Sullivan Lynch – Bank accounts, hotel sign-ins, purchases, misc.
Gender: Male.
Age: 35. Born 11 June, 1881.
Ethnicity: Caucasian Irish-American.
Nationality: American.
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Robert Downey Jr.
Height: 6’1”.
Weight: 185lbs.
Build: Muscular, but not particularly broad.
Hair Colour: Brown.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Known Disguises: Clothing is high quality and often tailored. Has a preference for three-piece suits with regular ties and a fedora; worn without the jacket and hat when indoors. Blacks, whites, and dark colours worn for casual wear.
Distinguishing Marks: Born left-handed; Penwald ambidextrous after juvenile right-hand ‘correction’. Slight hyperopia; no prescription lenses. Shrapnel scars centred on upper right arm; knife scar on the left over the 8th, 9th and 10th ribs; old bullet wound below left clavicle. Other misc scars.
Psychological Report:
DIAGNOSIS: Pyschopathic Inferiority. Treat with caution.
Self Image: A grossly inflated, grandiose sense of his abilities and self-worth. Suspect is self-assured, opinionated, cocky, a braggart. An arrogant individual who believes he is a superior human being.
To the Outward Eye: Glib and superficial charm. On first impression, suspect has the tendency to be smooth, engaging and verbally facile. Not in the least bit shy, self-conscious or afraid to speak. Never gets tongue-tied. Articulates confidently and without hesitation.
Positive first impression may not last. A deeper look reveals a brazen, smug, authoritarian and aggressive demeanour. More in Detailed Report.
Social Status: Large social circle with no true friends, courtesy of an inability to bond. Name varies in public connotation between positive and negative.
Religion: Agnostic. Masquerades as a Roman Catholic.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Fears: Unknown. (Common factor 1 psychopathic trait.)
Quirks/Habits: Ice chewer. Always carries a pen. Wears watch with the timepiece on the inside of the wrist. Must be lying on his left to fall asleep; wakes on his back. Eats least favourite foods first. Writes notes everywhere; hand-draws margins if one is not present. Likes his feet up while sitting. Fiddler. Cannot stand ajar doors. Lucid dreamer.
Likes: Money, women, alcohol, tobacco, veal, swearing, explosives, long legs, weapons, cars, novels, sex and foreplay, The Palace, Al Jolson.
Dislikes: People, animals, authority, cowardice, freeloaders, people, children, religion, anyone who thinks they're better than him, people, rain, Moratoris, cops not on the payroll, you (probably).
Detailed Report: As well as glib, superficial charm and a grandiose sense of self worth, suspect also displays:
- Pathological Lying: Moderate form; shrewd, crafty, cunning, sly, and clever. Veers towards half-truths, steering others to the desired conclusion. Capable of fabricating detailed stories at a moment’s notice.
- Conning/Manipulativeness: The use of deceit and deception to cheat, con, or defraud others for personal gain; distinguished from Item #4 in the degree to which exploitation and callous ruthlessness is present, as reflected in a lack of concern for the feelings and suffering of one's victims.
- Lack of Remorse/Guilt: A lack of emotion or concern for the losses, pain, and suffering of others; a tendency to be unconcerned, dispassionate, cold-hearted and unempathic. Usually demonstrated by a disdain for one's victims
- Shallow Affect: Emotional poverty or a limited range or depth of feelings; interpersonal coldness in spite of signs of open gregariousness.
- Callousness/Lack of Empathy: A lack of feelings toward people in general; cold, contemptuous, inconsiderate.
- Failure to Accept Responsibility for Own Actions: Reflected in low conscientiousness, absence of dutifulness, antagonistic manipulation, denial of responsibility, and an effort to manipulate others through this denial.
- Need for Stimulation/Proneness to Boredom: Excessive need for novel, thrilling and exciting stimulation; taking chances that are risky. Trouble finishing tasks considered dull or routine.
- Poor Behavioural Control: Expressions of irritability, annoyance, impatience, threats, aggression, and verbal abuse. Poor control of anger and temper.
- Promiscuous Sexual Behaviour: A variety of brief, superficial relations, numerous affairs, and an indiscriminate selection of sexual partners; a history of attempts to sexually coerce others into sexual activity.
- Impulsivity: Suspect is known for being foolhardy, unpredictable and reckless, but in a controlled fashion, e.g. waiting to strike. Capable of weighing up options and deciding accordingly, however any significant temptation will come out victorious with no consideration of consequences.
- Irresponsibility: Good at yelling orders, but not at following. Repeated failures to fulfil or honour obligations and commitments; paperwork returns late or unfinished, chronic lateness, resources are misused for personal gain, contracts, promises and signatures hold no meaning. Exceptional incentive/deterrent required.
Additional Information:
Occupation: Suspected leader of the Still Water Gang.
Socioeconomic Status: Wealthy upper middle-class.
Schooling: Secondary Dropout, St. Josephs Public School, St. Louis.
Weapon of Choice: Suspect prefers recent military issue firearms. Carries a Colt M1911A1 Pistol and M1918 Trench Knife on his person at all times. For heavy firepower utilizes a M1921 Thompson submachine gun or Winchester M1897 Trench Gun. Has a fondness for the M1903 Springfield sniper Rifle but rarely requires them for personal use.
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Dark red and black 1927 Pierce-Arrow Model 80. Whitewall tyres. Black Interior. Suspected stolen.
Special Skills: Primarily Military related; sheer criminal versatility.
Languages Spoken: English. Midwestern accent, vauge St. Louis tone.
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
FATHER - Finn Bryan Moran. 1865-?. Incarcerated. Refer to criminal file 162494; MORAN, FINN.
MOTHER - Helen Sarah Moran née Brown. 1868-1908 . Alcohol Poisoning. RECORDS MOVED.
BROTHER - Timothy David Moran. 1884-1908. Gang warfare. RECORDS MISSING.
DAUGHTER(?) - Amelia Ivy Pace. 1907-?. Refer to criminal file 120832; PACE, AMELIA IVY.
Romantic Partner: N/A
Other: Connections to Still Water Gang members and their associates. Refer to appropriate criminal files.
Pets: N/A
Past Offences:
Birth Place: Dogtown, St. Louis, Missouri, U.S.A.
Criminal Record: Suspect is wanted on alleged accounts of abduction, animal cruelty, attempted murder, assault (common and aggravated), arson, battery, blackmail, bootlegging, bribery, corruption, counterfeiting, drug dealing, embezzlement, extortion, forgery, fraud (numerous counts), grievous bodily harm, hostage taking, illegal gambling, intrusion, money laundering, murder (unverified number), racketeering, rape (common and aggravated), smuggling, theft (including robbery, looting, burglary, larceny, mugging and shoplifting), torture, trafficking, vandalism and witness intimidation.
History: Attached article, from MAFIA CRIME BIOS, ST. LOUIS ED. 1926:
RP Sample:
And, without hesitation, Silas crashed his heel down into Dacian’s diaphragm.
“Close enough for you?” he laughed again, twirling his wand ominously and the ropes tightened up once more to stop the vampire interrupting.
Fuck not gloating, Dacian was officially asking for it now. “You’re right on that last point though, you can’t hurt me. In fact you haven’t even gotten close to me except when I choose to get near you. Just can’t seem to win, can you?
“I mean, honestly, if you’re going to trash talk at least do it properly. Crucifixes, fire, holy water, relics, stakes, sunlight, must I continue? Your kind can drop down dead just like anybody else. In some cases you’re even easier to knock off. If you like we can head up to the roof; I’ll have a beer and use you as a footstool, then we can chat until the dawn rolls in.”
Something bright caught his eye: a glint of metal reflecting the streetlights. What the? Was that a sword hilt? Silas resumed circling around until he could get a better view of what turned out to be a long scabbard secured to Dacian’s leg by the ropes. “Oh, that’ll do nicely,” Silas said appreciatively, flicking his wand and causing the sword to pull itself out and float horizontally in the air. “I’ll add this to the collection of knives I stole from you before. It’ll make a nice centrepiece.”
The sword moved through the air, slowly, deliberately. It straightened up to sit poised over Dacian’s chest – right over the heart. “It doesn’t have to be a stake, right? Anything that causes enough damage. I don’t think you’ll last too long if I just cut your heart from your body.” Right on cue the sword started spinning, pressing down on Dacian’s chest steadily as though about to slowly drill through him before stopping suddenly and pulling back. “But,” Silas added abruptly, “As I said, you won’t die tonight. I have other plans as far as you’re concerned.”
In a flash the sword rose up, and - with the sickening noise of muscle, flesh and sinew being torn apart - sliced between Dacian’s ribs, impaling his left lung and burying itself to the hilt.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun though,” Silas laughed, voice chipper as though talking to a beloved friend. “Thought that was fitting. If you’re so intent on getting my lungs, might as well get yours first. I wonder how much blood a vampire can shed before passing out? Lets experiment shall we?” he announced dramatically, loosening the bonds again. Whether it was to give Dacian a chance to get a word in or to take full enjoyment out of any screaming was a good question.
Either way Dacian wasn’t getting to call for help any time soon, because a charm to cancel out any nosie to outsiders was next in order. Torturing others was no fun when you got interrupted.
From Payback on Salvio Hexia.
“Close enough for you?” he laughed again, twirling his wand ominously and the ropes tightened up once more to stop the vampire interrupting.
Fuck not gloating, Dacian was officially asking for it now. “You’re right on that last point though, you can’t hurt me. In fact you haven’t even gotten close to me except when I choose to get near you. Just can’t seem to win, can you?
“I mean, honestly, if you’re going to trash talk at least do it properly. Crucifixes, fire, holy water, relics, stakes, sunlight, must I continue? Your kind can drop down dead just like anybody else. In some cases you’re even easier to knock off. If you like we can head up to the roof; I’ll have a beer and use you as a footstool, then we can chat until the dawn rolls in.”
Something bright caught his eye: a glint of metal reflecting the streetlights. What the? Was that a sword hilt? Silas resumed circling around until he could get a better view of what turned out to be a long scabbard secured to Dacian’s leg by the ropes. “Oh, that’ll do nicely,” Silas said appreciatively, flicking his wand and causing the sword to pull itself out and float horizontally in the air. “I’ll add this to the collection of knives I stole from you before. It’ll make a nice centrepiece.”
The sword moved through the air, slowly, deliberately. It straightened up to sit poised over Dacian’s chest – right over the heart. “It doesn’t have to be a stake, right? Anything that causes enough damage. I don’t think you’ll last too long if I just cut your heart from your body.” Right on cue the sword started spinning, pressing down on Dacian’s chest steadily as though about to slowly drill through him before stopping suddenly and pulling back. “But,” Silas added abruptly, “As I said, you won’t die tonight. I have other plans as far as you’re concerned.”
In a flash the sword rose up, and - with the sickening noise of muscle, flesh and sinew being torn apart - sliced between Dacian’s ribs, impaling his left lung and burying itself to the hilt.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun though,” Silas laughed, voice chipper as though talking to a beloved friend. “Thought that was fitting. If you’re so intent on getting my lungs, might as well get yours first. I wonder how much blood a vampire can shed before passing out? Lets experiment shall we?” he announced dramatically, loosening the bonds again. Whether it was to give Dacian a chance to get a word in or to take full enjoyment out of any screaming was a good question.
Either way Dacian wasn’t getting to call for help any time soon, because a charm to cancel out any nosie to outsiders was next in order. Torturing others was no fun when you got interrupted.
From Payback on Salvio Hexia.
Suspect Affiliation:
Out of Character Information[/b]
Name: Illu
Age: 18
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Disclaimer: Trust Illu to find out about Bugs Moran AFTER this character is made. Any similarities to the guy is accidental, folks. Moran was picked as a surname to make fun of Ann because it's pronounced 'More Ann', and because it's the name of the dominant Irish Mafia family in Australia, which is where I live.