Post by Ryan McArthur on May 1, 2009 10:56:18 GMT
Suspect: MCARTHUR, RYAN CHARLES
WARNING: This suspect is considered armed and charming.
[/size]WARNING: This suspect is considered armed and charming.
Basic Stats:
Name: Ryan Charles McArthur.
Known Aliases: Ryan Crews, Charlie Porter, Thomas O’Keefe, Donald Ryan, Joseph Webster, William O’Brian, Ryan Reese, Charlie, Red-Headed Eskimo, Ry.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18th September, 1899. 27 years of age.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Nationality: Irish-American.
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Damian Lewis.
Height: 6’
Build: Slight, lean. Small amount of muscle tone.
Hair Colour: Bright orange.
Eye Colour: Light blue.
Known Disguises: Attire that suspect is usually sighted in is a dark coloured suit, generally pinstriped, black leather shoes, black vest, white shirt and some form of tie. Can also be seen with a black, soft fabric trenchcoat and sometimes a black fedora hat. All clothing is tailored and extremely expensive.
Distinguishing Marks: Bright orange hair, a multitude of freckles, stab wound scarring on the right side of the upper-torso.
Psychological Report:
Self Image: To be as suave and charming as Ryan you need self-confidence and he has it in bucket loads. He is skilled at his job, there is no one else better, so he claims, and he enjoys telling people this. He almost never doubts his own abilities and is convinced he is God’s gift to both the gambling ring and the women of the world.
To the Outward Eye: The words cocky and arrogant are what come to mind first. Around others he is brash, crude and straightforward with what he thinks. He is always sharply dressed and has a cheeky smirk on his freckled face. He always appears easy to talk to and approach, he is always joking.
Social Status: Popular with everyone around him. Ryan is someone who people find easy to get along with (before they’ve found out he seduced their wives/girlfriends) and is someone who is always friendly to whoever he meets. His sharp honesty and tendency to say what he’s thinking can turn people away from him however.
Religion: Roman-Catholic.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Fears: Prison, the dark, dying alone, living on the street, not having money, deep water.
Quirks/Habits:
- Randomly whistles.
- Compulsively checks whether his clothes are on right.
- Checks himself in windows out of the corner of his eye.
- Fiddles with anything that is in proximity to his hands, especially pens.
- Flicks coins with his thumb whenever he’s holding any.
- Sketches his conquests after they have been ‘conquered’.
Likes: Women (any woman that is remotely pretty he’ll go after, doesn’t matter what their skin colour is or where they’re from. He does have a particular liking of Irish women though).
Alcohol, chocolate, warm, bed, sleeping, sex, gambling, lying, stealing, drawing, listening to the rain from somewhere warm and dry, animals, people, a challenge and competition.
Dislikes: The police, other womanisers, angry husbands and boyfriends, being physically hurt, blood, rats, the cold, being wet.
Detailed Report: Ryan is a man who is himself all the time. He is cocky and arrogant especially when working. He is someone who doesn’t doubt himself and someone who likes to show off to whoever he can. At times he only shows off to annoy people or try and impress them. He has found that by being self-confident in what he’s saying and how he acts people around him tend to trust him more, even if what he’s saying is a flat out lie.
He loves to have fun and joke around but this can border on immaturity and childishness. When he doesn’t get his way he tends to pout and become snarky to others. He tends to take his anger out on whoever is around him at the time. His anger is both quick to surface and quick to disappear, it’s an Irish thing.
Ryan is a friendly type of guy who has no qualms with who he befriends. Anyone of any race, as long as they’re good to be around, he will associate with them, and sleep with them if they are of the female variety.
Other: Has an enormous love of fruit. Suspect can always be seen with some form of fruit in his hands. He can easily identify different types of fruit. Some people have been quoted as saying he is obsessed with fruits of all kinds, except pineapple. He has been quoted as saying: “Pineapple is yick.”
Additional Information:
Occupation: Fixer. Con-man. Pick-pocket. Thief.
Socioeconomic Status: Middle-upper class. He is wealthy but nowhere near incredibly rich. He still has to work for his money.
Education: Lower class public schooling. Surprisingly he has a good knowledge of numbers and is skilled at writing.
Weapon of Choice: Colt M1911A1 Pistol, M1921 Thompson submachine gun, switch blade.
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: 1925 Duesenberg A Roadster.
Special Skills: Reads people and their body language. Can play on insecurities. Can make people believe anything. Lies and manipulates with ease.
Languages Spoken: English, sex.
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
MOTHER: Elaine Woodley (nee McArthur, nee O’Malley), 66.
FATHER: Matthew McArthur, 78. DECEASED.
STEP-FATHER: Shaun Woodley, 70.
SISTER: Elise Tipper (nee McArthur), 24.
HALF-BROTHER: Michael Woodley, 17.
BROTHER IN-LAW: Edward Tipper, 28.
Romantic Partner: Too many to name.
Known Ties:
- THE STILL WATER GANG AND ASSOCIATES.
- THE MORATORI FAMILY.
- John Sterling (See police file 187346; STERLING, JOHN).
Pets: N/A.
Past Offences:
Birth Place: St. Louis City Hospital.
History: Ryan’s history really isn’t one that is all that exciting. He was born to two working class parents in the city of St. Louis which is where, for the most part of his life, he grew up. As a youngster he lived in the slums of Dogtown running amongst other poor Irish families. From a young age Ryan showed talent as an actor, or liar. He regularly scammed money off of the richer people of the district by pretending to be hurt or somehow convincing them to bet on street games like Tiddlywinks.
Just the start of the Great War the McArthur family out-of-the-blue packed up and moved to a small rural town in Georgia where Ryan’s father worked as weapons manufacturer. At first he was most certainly not happy about being relocated, especially to a place that seemed lifeless compared to the busyness of the city. Over time his new town grew on him a little, more so because of John Sterling.
The pair of them went through school together and were almost inseparable until Ryan’s mother suddenly decided she was sick of country life (and had discovered the mechanic down the road). Just before Ryan’s final year at school she moved out of the family house and back to St. Louis, taking Ryan with her. To this day he still has no idea why she took him with her, seeing as once she settled with her new family he was all but forgotten. He’d lay money on it that it was only to spite his father further.
After that what little honesty Ryan’s life had went downhill. At both his schools he ran illegal gambling rings but the one at St. Louis was bigger than the one he’d had in Georgia. His talents to make almost anyone bet on anything flourished. On the streets he worked as a shoeshine boy, pick pocketing almost all the rich customers without being caught. He was a diverse little bastard.
But his illegal gambling did not go unnoticed. The prospering Still Water Gang took notice of Ryan McArthur and his talents. In no time at all he had become a member and was working with the head of gambling to pull in a fortune almost every job. Everyone got wealthy including Ryan. Later on he delved into becoming a fixer. He fixed horse-races, sporting events and card games.
One of the most unexpected moments of Ryan’s life came when he was pulled over by a traffic cop. It was none other than John Sterling. The two of them started talking which led to both of them knowing the other was in St. Louis.
RP Sample:
Lazily Edward flopped himself onto his bed still fully dressed, his shirt covered in what could only be blood. He hoped he wasn’t getting any of it on his quilt, otherwise that meant even more laundry would have to be done. The man groaned at the thought of more laundry and pulled himself off the bed, swearing in French as he trudged to the house’s small bathroom. He was so tired but he’d promised to meet Cassie at Doyle’s Speakeasy so he had to get ready to go out again. At least this time he left the house he wouldn’t be killing anyone. He’d be seeing his girlfriend, laughing and enjoying himself even if he did have a headache.
Ed stripped off his clothes, shivering at the cool air hitting his bare skin, and dumped them in a bucket of water to soak off the blood. Once that was done he showered and scrubbed furiously at the blood that had stained his skin. Even after much hard scrubbing there were still signs of blood on his hands, probably because they were covered in it so often. At last he deemed himself clean enough, got out of the shower and dressed himself after drip-drying for awhile. Waiting patiently outside Edward’s bedroom door sat a black Labrador puppy, his tail thumping rhythmically against it as he whined.
Rolling his eyes, Ed scooped up Rowdy as he exited the room and shoved him into the front seat of the car. Doyle surely wouldn’t mind another of Rowdy’s visits, even if the dog caused more trouble for the speakeasy owner than he was worth. Ed chuckled at the memory of Rowdy’s last visit as he neared the funeral home. “Merde,” he swore suddenly, he’d forgotten that bloody black band for his arm and was in no mood to drive home again to fetch it. He was dressed in black anyway so hopefully it wouldn’t matter.
Rowdy tucked barking happily under one arm, the other fiddling with the black Fedora on his head; Edward strode straight to the secret door. He didn’t have to knock thanks to Rowdy and already the person behind the door was peering out curiously through a small slit. He recognised Ed but still had the audacity to enquire after the band and password. Ed glared in answer and the door was soon swung open for him. Who was going to mess with one of the coldest killers in St. Louis?
The glare and steely exterior dissipated immediately when he spotted Cassie. Removing his hat and coat he placed it on one of the many hooks next to the main door then went to Cassie, chuckling at the fact she was attempting to play poker. He placed a hand and soft kiss on the side of her head in greeting. Mmm her hair smelt good. “How is your day been Mon Belle?” he drawled cheerily, pulling up a chair next to her and signalling one of the waitresses for a drink.
On the man’s lap Rowdy squirmed profusely, trying to get at Cassie. Eventually he got free and attempted to jump onto the girl’s lap, failing miserably and falling to the floor with a dull thud. Forgetting all about Cassie the dog took off, investigating all of the other patrons before settling back with Ed happily chewing on one of his shoelaces.
“You winnin’ or non? How much argent have I lossed dis time?” Ed laughed, eyeing the game suspiciously. No matter how many times he tried to explain how to play Cassie never seemed to quite grasp it, a fact that was detrimental to his wallet whenever she attempted to play at Doyle’s. He doubted this time would be any different but she could always surprise him and suddenly become a brilliant player.
From: 'Chips are Down' on Meet Me in St. Louis
Ed stripped off his clothes, shivering at the cool air hitting his bare skin, and dumped them in a bucket of water to soak off the blood. Once that was done he showered and scrubbed furiously at the blood that had stained his skin. Even after much hard scrubbing there were still signs of blood on his hands, probably because they were covered in it so often. At last he deemed himself clean enough, got out of the shower and dressed himself after drip-drying for awhile. Waiting patiently outside Edward’s bedroom door sat a black Labrador puppy, his tail thumping rhythmically against it as he whined.
Rolling his eyes, Ed scooped up Rowdy as he exited the room and shoved him into the front seat of the car. Doyle surely wouldn’t mind another of Rowdy’s visits, even if the dog caused more trouble for the speakeasy owner than he was worth. Ed chuckled at the memory of Rowdy’s last visit as he neared the funeral home. “Merde,” he swore suddenly, he’d forgotten that bloody black band for his arm and was in no mood to drive home again to fetch it. He was dressed in black anyway so hopefully it wouldn’t matter.
Rowdy tucked barking happily under one arm, the other fiddling with the black Fedora on his head; Edward strode straight to the secret door. He didn’t have to knock thanks to Rowdy and already the person behind the door was peering out curiously through a small slit. He recognised Ed but still had the audacity to enquire after the band and password. Ed glared in answer and the door was soon swung open for him. Who was going to mess with one of the coldest killers in St. Louis?
The glare and steely exterior dissipated immediately when he spotted Cassie. Removing his hat and coat he placed it on one of the many hooks next to the main door then went to Cassie, chuckling at the fact she was attempting to play poker. He placed a hand and soft kiss on the side of her head in greeting. Mmm her hair smelt good. “How is your day been Mon Belle?” he drawled cheerily, pulling up a chair next to her and signalling one of the waitresses for a drink.
On the man’s lap Rowdy squirmed profusely, trying to get at Cassie. Eventually he got free and attempted to jump onto the girl’s lap, failing miserably and falling to the floor with a dull thud. Forgetting all about Cassie the dog took off, investigating all of the other patrons before settling back with Ed happily chewing on one of his shoelaces.
“You winnin’ or non? How much argent have I lossed dis time?” Ed laughed, eyeing the game suspiciously. No matter how many times he tried to explain how to play Cassie never seemed to quite grasp it, a fact that was detrimental to his wallet whenever she attempted to play at Doyle’s. He doubted this time would be any different but she could always surprise him and suddenly become a brilliant player.
From: 'Chips are Down' on Meet Me in St. Louis
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