Name: Ronan Kelly
Alias: Scott Daniels
Age: 26
Appearance: Ronan stands a little over six feet tall with a lean, athletic frame built more for speed and precision than brute force. His dark brown hair carries faint traces of auburn that become more noticeable under sunlight.. It is kept short on the sides, but is a little longer on top. He keeps himself clean-shaven, which sharpens the severe angles of his face and gives him a more polished appearance than most would expect from someone in his profession. A thin scar cuts through his right eyebrow, while another disappears beneath the collarbone on his left side — reminders of the brutal lessons his father believed made boys into killers. His pale gray-green eyes tend to study every room before he speaks, giving him a guarded, watchful presence. Along with the scars noticeable near his face, his fingers bear several scars, both long and short, with a few on the backs of his hands and one on his right palm.
He tends to avoid the obvious suit-and-tie look whenever possible, instead choosing to blend into crowds with dark jackets, neutral hoodies, fitted henleys, and worn boots that allow him to move quickly without drawing attention. He prefers clothing that looks ordinary enough to disappear into the background while still concealing weapons and protective gear beneath the layers. Most people mistake him for a friend, driver, or assistant rather than trained killer — exactly how he likes it.
Alias: Scott Daniels
Age: 26
Appearance: Ronan stands a little over six feet tall with a lean, athletic frame built more for speed and precision than brute force. His dark brown hair carries faint traces of auburn that become more noticeable under sunlight.. It is kept short on the sides, but is a little longer on top. He keeps himself clean-shaven, which sharpens the severe angles of his face and gives him a more polished appearance than most would expect from someone in his profession. A thin scar cuts through his right eyebrow, while another disappears beneath the collarbone on his left side — reminders of the brutal lessons his father believed made boys into killers. His pale gray-green eyes tend to study every room before he speaks, giving him a guarded, watchful presence. Along with the scars noticeable near his face, his fingers bear several scars, both long and short, with a few on the backs of his hands and one on his right palm.
He tends to avoid the obvious suit-and-tie look whenever possible, instead choosing to blend into crowds with dark jackets, neutral hoodies, fitted henleys, and worn boots that allow him to move quickly without drawing attention. He prefers clothing that looks ordinary enough to disappear into the background while still concealing weapons and protective gear beneath the layers. Most people mistake him for a friend, driver, or assistant rather than trained killer — exactly how he likes it.
