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Indeed I am! (I'm a huge fangirl but pfft, only Clark Gable comes close)
I'd have to be out of my bloody mind to say no to this.Name:
Mortimer C. Flynn
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Standing around 6'3" Mortimer is a well-built gentleman with broad shoulders and wide chest. Hair is often slicked back, whilst sporting an elegant moustache over his upper lip, adding to the charming, swashbuckler charm. Eyes of dark, almond brown accompany a strong set of features. Mouth thin and drawn, yet devilish whence conjured into a smile. Oft found in a smart shirt and tie, if not slightly crumpled.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Role:
Underboss
Gang/Family Affiliation:
Established Mob
Biography:
Mortimer Flynn, was a child born to a good family. A law-abiding set of parents, good morals, and sweet sisters that could compare to the Virgin Mary with their innocence. Mort, on the other hand, was anything but. He was the unfortunate wild one, that smoked on street corners with unfavourable characters, and snuck out at night for romantic rendezvous. It was thought he would pass this stage, alas, he never quite was anything but the mischevious boy who had a twinkle in his eye. At 16 it was also evident that Flynn had been having lewd assignations with his female counterparts, and was immediately moved.
With average grades and a fast wit, Mortimer joined University during 1902, becoming a champion lightweight boxer, as well as granted his degree in business. And a whole lotta debt to settle. So he did what he did best, turn to gambling. Through these, he was introduced into a darker underworld of sex, violence, and murder. Flynn was never the kind to falter when he hurt someone, and nor was it different from his fights in the ring. Murder however, came with the first few things he had to do. And murder ruthlessly, he did. It never occurred to him till that point, how fragile humans were. Throughout this, he clambered the ranks surprisingly fast. A character no one could forget. By 29, he was a Capo. By 1914, at just 30, he was an underboss.
Then the war began. It was a hot day, the 4th of August, settled in his kitchen with a pack of smokes. 'Britain has declared war on Germany'. It rang in his ears, a terrible plight of that singular message. It spread over newspapers, the country was invigorated with fight. And Mortimer made the choice to go and fight alongside the Royal Flying Corps.
He realised why the war was hell. Barely surviving the war unscathed, yet decorated with bravery he didn't deserve. His plane crashed in the middle of no man's land. Crying out into the night air as he crawled away from the burning aircraft. His legs broken, hands suffering raw, weeping burns. Blood seeping through open skin. And not an utter replied. Not a man nor mouse dared to speak up over the thundering of shells. Dragging himself through the clay mud, Mort rolled himself into an allied trench. After that day in 1918, he was taken back to Britain, and during the last year of the war, had various surgeries done to his calves. Leaving him with a slight limp, however, well-disguised through determination. Rejoining the mob, with a meagre Army payout.
Personality:
Charming, witty, and undoubtedly the most debonair man you could meet. With the look of 'Tall, dark, and handsome' pinned down. Mortimer had been known to have sly, manipulative ways, which makes him an obvious choice for the mob. Yet this is paired with a certain sincerity to get the job done and get it done correctly. He'd certainly not allow for the mob to get fucked over and has a hand in big business. His associates are widespread, from crooked accountants to cops, and corporations who'd rather hide behind those who know how to get the job done cleanly. Although loose with his admirations and a flirt at heart, Flynn can sooner become cold, distant, and violent given the right circumstances. It's not for the first time some poor man or woman has found themselves on the wrong end of Mort's wrath.
Due to his work in the war, Mortimer was left with minor PTSD and evident depressive states which are triggered by the slightest of changes. These include irritability, tiredness, and sometimes migraines. Even if this prince charming hasn't got all his morals in the right places, it's certain that he can become perhaps somewhere near faithful. If one can deal with both his emotional baggage, and the barbaric way he seems to be able to dispatch other humans without the slightest of flinches.
After all, it's another day on the job.
Personal Items:
Wallet - Containing photographs of his squadron
Pipe and Tobacco case
Matches
Weapons:
Smith & Wesson M 1899
Iron knuckle dusters
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"The poetry of the trenches is a thing of the past ... The war which began as a fresh youth is ending as a made-up, bored, antiquated actor. Death is the only conqueror."
Oh honey, don't get me started on my Bogart fascination.
Dude, I have been wading through every Gable and Flynn movie I can get my hands on :')
Yes - Yes we should. Because old movies are my heart and soul
I love her more than u #Fact
I've already approved this in private, duality is nice.
I fear to even dare deny her, welcome!Name:
Scarlett A. Flynn
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
5'6" and taller in heels, Scarlett is a lithe, small-waisted young woman. Dark locks, much alike her brothers, are pinned up in the newest designs, whilst preferring to wear dangerously low necklines in accordance to her feminine charms. Drawn brows, plump lips, and thick-lashed eyes match light brown irises. Sweetheart cheekbones and slender jaw, make her stern resting face even more judgemental than she can oft usually be. Yet garnering a smile, would stop a rainstorm.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Role:
Sister of an Underboss (Mortimer), affiliated with smuggling and doing the odd job.
Gang/Family Affiliation:
Established Mob
Biography:
The youngest Flynn sister, 7 years behind her big brother. However, for as long as it's remembered, Mortimer has attempted to protect his little sister, till of course, she stubbornly followed in his footsteps. And who was he to tell her no? Scarlett was a pampered young woman with a thirst for danger, no longer wanting to be trapped in the safety of glass houses where she could watch but not see. In her own rebellion, she dove into the life her sibling had lived. Looking up to Mort with the sun in her eyes.
Doing well in school, she managed to achieve a placement in the local grammar school, till a rudimentary extended education in college, where she was given a useless degree - according to her mother. Although by that point, her parents had all but lost hope in their daughter. An 'unwomanly' cigarette hanging from her lips, and skirts that seemed always just a little too short below her knee. Nonetheless, when the war broke out and Flynn upped and left, she was a mere 23. They exchanged letters at this time, and with a bullheaded notion she discovered what her brother was doing. Thus approaching the mob, as the sister of Mortimer to join the dilapidated ranks as the fighting dragged on. Her employment was sparse, kept on smaller jobs that wouldn't incite the wrath of Mr. Flynn when he returned.
Alas, when she next saw Mortimer in the Spring of 1918, he was bedbound. A dreadful state, causing Scarlett minor distress. But, as the doting older brother, he appeared to be less angered and more annoyed at her individual decisions. It was proposed she should've married, and still Scarlett remained a spinster. A spinster with perhaps more rendezvous with men than she should've. It was surely evident, that a silver tongue was passed down through the family.
Personality:
Doted on by her family, Scarlett has always been arrogant and dependent on other people. Yet disguises it beneath a thin veil of self-sufficient frowns and haughty expressions. Even if she attempts to seem tougher than she truly is, the younger Flynn has an aptitude for setting her gaze on something and not backing down without a fight. It's this tenacious characteristic which finds her in more trouble than she ought to be. Often remarked as the calmer sibling, most prefer to approach Scarlett first before Mortimer regarding business gone wrong, for God knows what the world would do without her. Or that's what she would like to think. Naive in the art of murder, and often queasy around blood, the mob offered more to her than dancing with caution, but the experience of a lifetime to hang out in latenight clubs, drinking whiskey with handsome gangsters till the early morning. Nobody to ask where she'd been.
Although Scarlett has previously looked for love and is less outrightly flirtatious than her older brother, she has been so far unsuccessful in anything but a couple of ex-fiancees. Scared of what commitment might bring with the wrong man, who'd rather stifle her fun, she's known as good company for a party, and better company for a dare - which has gained admiration of many of the men, earning her an identity as something other than 'The sister of the Underboss'.
Personal Items:
Compact mirror and lippy
Purse
Weapons:
British Bulldog Revolver
Other:
"Life would be so wonderful, if only we knew what to do with it."
Approved, welcome back
Name:
Frances Carlisle LaVexen
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Role:
Owner of the Neutralist Club 'Lape'
Gang/Family Affiliation:
Herself
Bio:
Frances didn't have a particularly good child-hood. Her mother was a prostitute and her father possibly one of her clients. Even though she wasn't the best role model, she did her best to raise Frances. They lived in New York for most of her life until her mother committed a crime. From what she can remember, she killed a man. A very important one at the and stole a lot of money. She was planning to run away to England where they wouldn't be able to find her. Her plan was ruined as soon as the stepped foot on the boat. But she was prepared for it all. In Frances' bag was half of the money. At just 12 years old, Frances was alone on a boat to England, with a bag full of money.
Living in England was always a struggle. Numerous numbers of times the authorities tried to place her in foster care. With her street smarts and the skills her mother taught her, she was able to avoid them at every turn. Out on the streets she began to earn the reputation of being the type of person you didn't want to cross. She seemed all nice and innocent on the outside, but when you screwed her over all hell broke loose. When she turned 21 she opened a club in the middle of all the gang violence and decided to stay neutral. Everyone was shocked at this decision considering it had never been done before and any attempts made hadn't worked. But four years later she proved them wrong.
Personality:
When you first meet Frances, you get the image of a woman. One who's nice and flirty but under all of that is an evil and vindictive woman.
She can't really help any of that. Living in the streets did it to her. She's also the type of person who, when she sets her sights on it, she gets it. It doesn't matter what it is or how she gets it, she'll get it. She's also actually kind, but only towards a select few. Her mother had always told her that kindness was a weakness. Quite possibly the only lesson that stuck. She's also a bit unhinged. The slightest thing gone wrong or the wrong thing said could literally set her off. It wasn't something that came with growing up, she was born that way. She used to be the type of person who believed in love but when she fell in love the first time, it was drastic. Ever since, she didn't believe in it; didn't want to hear about it. Every guy after was just a pawn used for her entertainment as her heart turned cold. All in all, Frances could be seen as a good friend, but a scary one indeed.
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Oop, you should probably go to the ooc page as not to fill up the CS. But the youngest brother got taken! Sorry man, it's got an asterisk beside it
