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Chicago Fire

Ggggrrrrrrrr..... typos, typos, typos,
Once again I must beat my typist, it seems....excuse me a moment......

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Chicago Fire

Name: Scott McKenna
Age: 30
Appearance:

Scott McKenna

Position in Firehouse: Lt, Rescue Squad.
Skills: is proficent with all the Squads rescue equipment and is a certified Diver.
Personality Traits:
The Good: self-confident/loyal/hard-working/easygoing/brave.
The Bad: compulsive/conservative/impatient/stubborn.
Short Bio:
Scott is your average big burly good natured kinda guy who gets along with most everybody and will give you the shirt off his back if ya need it. But Scott is not a pushover,you may get away with screwing him over once, but try and screw him over twice and he can get mean as a Kodiak bear come dinner time. At frist glance his quiet and reserve,but get to know him and he's your best friend for life.Would rather read a book or spend time outdoors with his dog Dash, rather then set around watching TV, Mark Twain and Jack London are his favorite Authors. His favorite pasttime of all his Bass Fishing and he owns some land western Illinois thats bordered by a lake and when not working or hanging around with the other guys from the Firehouse, he's up at the lake working on the cabin,which usually means he's fishing. Scott is fully committed to his job and what some may see him as reckless and a danger to himself,but to his way of thinking, his just getting the job done, plus in his years of service he's seen too many bodies burnt up that could of been saved, were it not for strict adhereance to protocal.

Other:
Received his baptism by Fire while a candidate with Engine 98 where he was badly burned while tryng to rescue an elderly Lady from a house fire. Becuase of the scars he never wears shorts and only when its extremely hot, will he ever wear short sleeve shirts. After his promotion to Lt., he was transferred to Battalion 25, Squad 3.

Chicago Fire

I shall be... (theatrical pause)... Squad Lt.

Male Squad Lt, that is.

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Which would be more needed for the storyine....
Battalion Chief or Lt. For Squad, since both appear open?

Chicago Fire

Here for the re-start, have a CS up tonight if thats ok.

The Legends of Fife (Interest Check)

Name: Amras
Gender: Male
Power: Spirit.

Black Dove - Crime Drama

Anyone else gonna post?

Black Dove - Crime Drama

Griffin McLoughlin sat and stared out the window as the rain fell, the drumming of the fingers of his right hand on the desk top keeping rhythm with the pelting of the raindrops on the glass of the window. To the other two in the room, Griffin may of appeared deep in thought, but in actuality, it was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers that was helping him to keep his temper in check. Griffin was not a happy man at the moment, and the reason for his not being happy was sitting on the other side of the large mahogany desk. Griffin purposely looked past the man sitting in front of his desk and cast his eyes on his business partner Ms. O'Doherty, her eyes that were normally alluring, were now narrowed and expressed contempt, her long toned legs were tucked up underneath her as she sat, leg muscles taunt, Griffin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning, she looked to him like a cat, just seconds away from pouncing on an unsuspecting prey.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, Griffin shook his head back and forth slightly, Ms. O'Doherty acknowledged his meaning by letting her full lips turn into a frown, but she relaxed her enticing form and sat back in the chair, though compliant with her Boss's gesture of NO, the glare of her eyes toward the other man in the room spoke her true feelings towards him. With Ms. O'Doherty subdued for the moment, Griffin now turned his gaze to the man sitting in front of his desk, early 40's, well groomed, distinguished, a typical Politician with delusions that his status and position as a member of Parliament put him up and beyond reproach by people like Griffin and his kind that controlled and ran the dark side of Dublin's less then legal side of socially acceptable activities. Griffin forced himself to pause a moment, the impulse to reach out and backhand the smug look from the Councillor's face overpowering. Griffin composed himself then began to speak, his voice low and deep, his tone controlled, but conveying his displeasure.

"I've told you once already, have I not, that your not to be slapping around me girls...have I not said to you to take your kinks elsewhere, if'n your going to do that, have I not?". the Councillor looked as if about to speak, but Griffin cut him off with a raised hand, "Save your balarny for the speeches...now what am I to do?, no one wants to pay for a girl with bruises about her face, Doc says she'll be a month least before shes healed...that's a month of no profit all because your a sick bastard, I told you before, I run a class operation, you wanna be slapping girls around then go find yourself some whore off the street, your fucking lucky I don't lock you alone in a room with Ms. O'Doherty for ten minutes, I promise you, you'll not be wanting to slap any of me girls ever again...Now this is what your to do, you'll pay me girl Caitlyns medical expenses, and you'll provide for her living expenses till she's healed up, and you'll not set foot in me place till you've done so, do I make meself clear Councillor?".

Councillor Bailey cast a wary glance at the blonde haired female sitting to his right as the indignation at being talked to in such fashion took hold of his tongue, he shivered unconsciously at the way she glared back at him without blinking then turned his attention back to the man behind the desk, "Whom the hell do you think you are?, I'm a member of Parliament for christsakes, I'll have the Chief Prosecution Solicitor all over your arse you sonofabitch, I'll not be talked to like this, and certainly not by the likes of you", he finished saying with an aire of bravado in his voice. Griffin calmly looked at the Councillor biting his tongue as his anger seethed to the boiling point, after a moment he spoke again, his tone of voice even deeper,

"Its a game of hardball you want to be playing eh?...go ahead call the Solicitor on me, he'll shut me place up, what...three, four months?...in the meantime I'll ruin your political career Councillor, wasn't it your Wife's Father's money that got you on the seat in Parliament?, what you thinks gonna happen to that money when he gets a tip you been whoring around on his Daughter eh?...I got records and the transactions of every visit and whom you were with...think his Daughter still gonna be the dutiful lil' Wife when she finds out what you really been doing on those supposed late night meetings?, now get out of me office, I'll have Ms. O'Doherty send over the bill and it best be paid by weeks end Councillor, now get out".

After the Councillor made his retreat, Griffin sat back in his chair, shook his then glared at Ms. O'Doherty as she made a disgruntled sigh, he growled at her menacingly, "Something you'd like to add?". "ME, as in your girls is it now ?", she queried with a smartass inflection tone in her voice, Griffin took another sip from the glass and smirked, returning her smartass tone with his own, "What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine, now get me another drink then go see that the girls are ready for tonite, some of the boy's from the "Family" will be here tonight". then smiled to himself as she made a huffed exasperation, tossed a cushion that sailed over his head as she rose to her feet, uttered a hissed, "Your legs ain't broke, and I'm not your maid, so get your own drink Asshole", under her breath and strode for the door. Griffin chuckled, then shot back,"Not gonna make Secretary of the year with that attitude, sweetness", he blew her a kiss just as she turned and shot him the finger before closing the door behind her.

Black Dove - Crime Drama

Griffin

Appearance:

Name:
Griffin McLoughlin.
Nickname:
Grif
Age:
30
Place of Birth:
Dublin,
Family:
Orphaned- Mum was a known Prostitute, found murdered.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Occupation:
Legal= Nightclub Owner, The Rainbow's End.
Illegal= Prostitution (Pimp)
Personality and History:
pays attention to detail, and plans meticulously. His loyalty is hard-earned, and all but impossible to regain if lost. Forgiveness is difficult for him to give, and even when he can forgive, he never forgets. He keeps his anger under a tight lid, controlling it and using it to his advantage, refocusing when he can’t. Reserves his innermost thoughts and secrets for only those he trusts with his life. When it comes to his girls, his tight lid comes off and he can become rather savage and over protective, becoming violent within the blink of an eye should the situation call for it.

Born an illegitimate child to a northern Irish Businessmen whose name he doesn't remember, Johan hardship started early. When his Prostitute Mother was killed by an over abusive customer when he was only seven, his Businessmen father, whom had a Family already, was unsympathetic and unwilling to openly take on the burden of a bastard, had him sent to the St. Brigid's Orphanage and being among the youngest in the orphanage, he and the rest of the kids his age grew accustomed to being bullied and beaten on by the older orphans who then stole their meager rations and bedding on cold winter nights. As he grew older and the growth spurts began, he took it upon himself to defend and protect the younger orphans.

He enlisted in the Irish Defense Forces/Army when he turned 18 and served in the Military Police Corps with the intentions of joining the Garda Síochána,(civilian Police Force) after his enlistment. Unfortunately, shrapnel from a Terrorist bomb blast caused him a serious enough leg injury that ended his Military Career and hopes of joining the Garda Síochána. Through the connections he made within the civilian Police Force, he learned of a young Madame whom had inherited a Brothel and its girls after the sudden death of her Mother and whom was now embattled in a dispute with a local Crime Family, Griffin took an interest in the young Madame and combined with the vague memory of what his Mother went though, an unconcious dislke of Businessmen in positions power and need to protect those weaker then himself, he used his compensation money to buy a majority in Ciara O'Doherty's Brothel, then moved the entire operation into another business venture of a Hotel/Nightclub after the Crime Family that was causing Problems for the young Madame was subsequently taken over by the Duffy Crime Family.
Extra:
( For NPC Story purpose only )

Name:
Ciara O'Doherty
Personality:
Ciara is a pretty easy going woman and always has a smile on her face. She's very approachable and most people who meet her end up either liking her or being extremely annoyed by her, but either way she doesn't care much. She's very much the "one of the girls" type of woman who enjoys hanging out with her Escort employee's, passing the time doing girl stuff during down time. She can often be found in the gym competing with them for physical fitness. When you piss her off, a simple apology will spare you physical pain, but she's the type to hold a grudge. At work, she's very focused and has a one track mind. When it comes to the girls working for her, she gets overprotective and while nothing has made it on official records, she has a history of getting violent with abusive Customers.

Invincible [High Casual]

Retracting interest.