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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Jan 4, 2024 0:34:27 GMT
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.:Name:. Ciaran O'Malley (Pronounced: Kieran) .:Nick Name:. Ciar (Pronounced: Kier), The Boogeyman .:Rank:. Lower Class .:Age:. 26
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.:Physical Appearance:. Ciaran is an unkempt man; he doesn’t keep his thick beard and hair all oiled up like the nobleman or even the middle-class man. He prefers the natural look. He’s poor, and his clothes show it - holes, looser fitting, inexpensive fabric, hand-made by his siblings, hand-me-downs from his father. Ciaran has an athletic build but isn’t too muscular. He stands just under six-feet tall. Ciaran also has some scars - one on his eyebrow, and a few from fights across his body. In spite of all of his roughness, he has almost a romantic look to him. If someone cleaned him up, he could be the dark and mysterious man from a gothic novel. .:Height:. 5’11 .:Portrayed by:. Jamie Dornan (think him in Death and Nightingales but 10 years younger)
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.:Personality:. Ciaran is as rough as he looks. He has a gruff voice and a heavy Irish accent. He’s tough, prone to anger, and can be violent. In a fight, he holds his own well (and that’s only gotten better as time goes on). Ciaran is very protective of his family and his boss. He is definitely a “guard dog” for them. His bite and his bark are both big, so be careful. . . Ciaran does have a sweet side that he keeps buried down; he hasn’t had the chance to really be gentle. He’s always kind to anyone he’s dating (both men and women, gasp!); he doesn’t want to be his father (even though he takes after him in most other ways). He also has a crush on his boss, Reuben Slade. .:Skills:. Good with his hands; fighting; intimidation .:Weaknesses:. Soft spot for his loved ones; his mouth can get him into trouble
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.:Birthplace:. Whiteabbey, Ireland .:Family:. Conal O’Malley (father, deceased); Sinead O’Malley (neé Lynch, mother, 46) Saoirse Conrad (neé O’Malley, older sister, 28); William “Billy” Conrad (brother-in-law, 30); Elizabeth “Lizzy” Conrad (niece, 8); Niall Conrad (nephew, 6) Tiernan O’Malley (younger brother, 19), Siobhan O’Malley (younger sister, 16), Seamus O’Malley (younger brother, 10) .:Occupation:. Dock Worker (cover); Enforcer for Slade .:History:.
cw: mentions of domestic and child abuse, violence Note: Reuben Slade used with Euphoria’s permission!
Ciaran is the second child of Conal and Sinead O’Malley. He was born in the coastal town of Whiteabbey, where his father worked at the docks. Conal first worked in Whiteabbey and then went to Belfast for better pay, but it was hard to support his growing family. Ciaran went to work with the local blacksmith when he was only twelve, but he had a knack for getting into trouble without his father around. (And when his father was around, he hated it more.) He took after his father in that he found himself working at the docks to support his mother and siblings best, while Saoirse cleaned the local merchant’s houses. Finally, when Ciaran was sixteen, his father got a job in London. The whole family with newborn Seamus got on a boat and left Ireland, never to look back. Out of his four siblings, he and Saoirse remember Ireland best.
London was dark and dreary - a big city that had nothing to offer him. The Brits would make fun of his accent and bully him for being Irish. Quickly, Ciaran would get into fights and was known as Conal’s troubled son. He had no direction in life. He didn’t even know what could be offered to him. All he knew were his dirty hands from working with the boats all day with his father.
Conal had an accident when Ciaran had just turned twenty. Or so the family says it was an accident, anyway. Conal came home drunk as a skunk one night and started beating on Sinead. Tired of the abuse he and his family had taken at the hands of his father, Ciaran fought back. He pushed him. . . but he didn’t realize how hard he’d pushed. Conal broke through the window and fell to the street four stories below. The police wrote it off as an accident; they didn’t really care about the O’Malleys anyway to investigate further.
With the patriarch gone and his older sister married, Ciaran became the main provider of money for his family. Tiernan was too young to work at the time, but Ciaran encouraged his younger brother to find a trade that would help him move his way up in the world. Tiernan took to clocks from an early age (and Ciaran gave him their father’s old pocket watch), and by the age of sixteen was an apprentice for a clocksmith. Meanwhile, Ciaran still worked at the docks, spending long days working with all of the imports and exports.
He was still prone to getting into fights, and one day when he was twenty-two, he got into a tussle with three men about something or other (if you’d asked Ciaran, he wouldn’t remember how the fight started). Ciar tried to take on all three at once and held his own, but ultimately was beaten bloody and had his money stolen. While he was lying on the ground, Reuben Slade approached him. Slade had seen the whole thing transpire and offered him a job, impressed by his prowess and passion. The man gave him a life worth living. Later that night, Slade asked Ciaran to come down by the docks; the three men were dead. . . and being carted off in a small ship. A symbolic gesture that cemented Ciaran’s faith in this man. No one had ever gone out of their way for Ciaran before.
Reuben Slade won his trust and devotion (and love), and Ciaran became his muscle. For the last four years, Ciaran has barely left the man’s side.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Bunny .:Your Pronouns:. they/she .:Are you 18+: yes :pleading: .:How Did You Find Us:. crawls back from the grave
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Oct 30, 2022 20:20:26 GMT
Oh. Doesn't that make Ciaran's heart go pitter-patter? He's quiet as Slade meets his eyes, his own nearly glistening with tears. What an act of devotion that is. Someone who doesn't know them would probably ask what did he even do? But that look is everything to Ciaran. He swallows, lips pressed together. "M'sorry," he says quietly, "for ever doubtin' you." And they remain like that for a moment, don't they, lost in each other's eyes? At least the romantic deep, deep inside Ciaran would say that. Then, the moment is over, and Ciaran comes back to his reality of the aches and pains in his body. He slowly rises with the others' help, but he manages to stand on his own once he's up. He wants to show Slade that he's strong, that he can handle anything thrown his way. "Right," he says with a nod, taking a step forward and damn near crashing right back down to the floor. He grunts, knee twinging with pain. He reaches out for Joe -- at least, he thinks it's Joe, his head is getting fuzzy again. "Mm, think I need. . ." He slurs a bit, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds. Ciaran shakes his head, trying to right himself. And with help, he begins to make his way outside. "Slade," he says after they're all outside, and he turns to look at him with teary eyes once more. "I won't -- I won't ever let you down again. These f--fuckers'll never get their hands on me. No one will. I promise you this, I -- " And he grunts, the pain in his side flaring once more. He nearly goes down again, grasping onto "Joe" for dear life before he's being tugged into the carriage. Tag: Reuben Slade
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 28, 2021 3:26:28 GMT
CIARAN STANDS UNCOMFORTABLY in the Ladies of May. He crosses his arms and then uncrosses them. It's clear something's off with him today. He's here for a lay, that much is obvious, but he's not looking at the other women. He spots Isabel and approaches her, clearing his throat. "I -- er -- " And it feels like his tongue is tied. He feels vulnerable. Why is he so vulnerable? There's no point to this. This is stupid. But he feels like maybe -- maybe -- she could understand him. So, he leans in close. "How much for the head mistress tonight?" He asks lowly, trying his best to seem in control... but he is very out of control right now. He looks at her, his dark blue eyes looking almost. . . innocent. He needs the care tonight. He needs. . . something. But he won't talk about it in front of everyone else. Tagging: Isabel Mayfield
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 28, 2021 2:54:00 GMT
FUCK. FUCK. Ciaran stumbles and presses against the nearest wall, breathing harshly. His head is spinning, and he feels sick. Where even is he in fucking town? What happened? Slade is going to be pissed. That didn't go as planned at all. He coughs a few times, wiping away the blood from his mouth. How badly is he hurt? It feels worse than it is, but getting jumped and spooked was the last thing he expected to happen tonight. He limps out into the street, taking note of the signs. Well, fuck him. If he isn't down the fucking street from the Ladies of May. He wrinkles his nose. He doesn't trust Isabel. Ciaran knows he should, because Slade trusts her. . . but. . . He winces, putting a hand on his side. He has to go to her. It's not like he can get to a nearby doctor at this hour. Ciaran curses under his breath and limps toward the brothel, where he pushes his way in. "Where is she?" He asks in his gruff voice, glaring at one of the younger ones. He's slept with her before; he's made his way around the brothel. . . but that's not what he's here for tonight. The girl looks surprised at his appearance in the dim light and hurries off for Isabel. Ciaran rests against a wall and waits, closing his eyes. He begins to drift. . . Tagging: Isabel Mayfield
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 21:59:58 GMT
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 21:50:44 GMT
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 21:49:55 GMT
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 21:39:35 GMT
“Do You Ever Knock?!”
Tagging: @zainayadav
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 20:42:29 GMT
61. Our muses being the sole survivors of a shootout.THE SMOKE CLEARS. Then silence. Ciaran had jumped right onto Slade as the gunfire started. Now, he sits up, looking down at his employer. He grips Slade's chin, moving it from side to side. "You hurt?" He asks -- but he doesn't think so. Ciaran had acted fast. "Fuck," he says and looks around the room, seeing bodies on the floor. "Fuck, we can't stay here. Jesus fuck." There's the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air. He rubs his hand over his beard before finally getting off Slade. He offers his hand down to him to help him up. "Well, that couldn't've gone fuckin' worse." Ciaran grumbles. Tagging: Reuben Slade
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 20:28:21 GMT
YOU CAN'T HIT A YOUNG LADY. That's the first thing he tells himself as Ciaran stumbles back. The Bridgerton girl was bold -- he'll give her that. Ciaran inhales a slow breath. He needs to control himself, or they'll find her body -- -- no. What would his mother say? His dark blue eyes are glaring at her with such vehemence. He is a raging bull, desperate to strike.
So he grabs her wrist and squeezes tightly. "I don't know wot got into yer head, girl." Ciaran pulls her close, nose snarling. "But if you try that again, they'll be finding you in the fuckin' Thames. Do you understand me?" He growls the last bit in Francesca's face.
Tagging: @francescab
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 18:54:39 GMT
CIARAN'S WANTED LISTMOTHER - Name: Sinead O'Malley ( née Lynch, but open to name change! ) Age: 46 FC: Up to you! Probably an actress in her 40s. Personality: Mostly open to the mun, but I do think of her as a tough matriarch. Very caring, but tough as nails. Occupation: Up to you! Rank: Lower Class Relationship to Ciaran: She has always worried about Ciaran and the trouble he's gotten himself into. . . but she's stopped questioning the money that comes in. Notes: Her abusive husband, Conal, is deceased. She has five children and two grandchildren. Emigrated to London ten years before canon. SIBLINGS -Name: Saoirse Conrad ( née O'Malley, but open to name change! ) Age: 28 FC: Up to you! Personality: Up to you! Occupation: Up to you! Rank: Up to you! ( coordinate with husband mun ) Relationship to Ciaran: Older sister. Definitely has a soft spot for Ciaran, but is suspicious of the man he's becoming. Notes: She has two children (Lizzy & Niall - open to change!) with her husband. Only other member of the family who has a thicker Irish accent outside of Ciaran & his mom. Remembers Ireland & worked as a cleaning lady for merchants in Whiteabbey. Name: Tiernan O'Malley ( first name open to change! ) Age: 19 FC: Up to you! Personality: Up to you! Occupation: Clockmaker's Apprentice ( negotiable ) Rank: Middle Class Relationship to Ciaran: Younger brother. Looks up to his older brother as his protector. Ciaran wanted him to better his life further than the rest of the family. Notes: Young when the family came to London. Ciaran looks after him as best he can but is barely home. Lives with mom ( but also open to him having his own place! ) Name: Siobhan O’Malley ( first name open to change! ) Age: mid-teens, 16ish FC: Up to you! Personality: Up to you! My heart feels like she's the rebellious one in the family. Occupation: Most likely a student, but probably also old enough to work. Rank: Lower Class Relationship to Ciaran: Younger sister. Ciaran's very protective over her. The rest is up to you! Notes: Second youngest, young when the family came to London. Lives with mom. Name: Seamus O’Malley ( first name open to change! ) Age: preteens, 10-12ish FC: Up to you! Personality: Up to you! Occupation: Student - the family probably tries to keep him in school. Rank: Lower Class Relationship to Ciaran: Baby brother. Ciaran's very protective over him. The rest is up to you! Notes: Baby of the family. Came over to London as a baby. Doesn't really have an Irish accent. Lives with mom. BROTHER-IN-LAW -
Name: William "Billy" Conrad ( open to change, but must coordinate with Saoirse mun ) Age: late 20s/early 30s FC: Up to you! Personality: Up to you! Occupation: Up to you! Rank: Up to you! ( My thoughts originally were Middle Class. ) Relationship to Ciaran: Up to you! Notes: Has two children (up for discussion) with his wife. UNDERLINGS - Open! - would work under Ciaran in the Reuben Slade crime family. You can also read more about Ciaran's biography HERE.
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 6:52:30 GMT
7. Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.CIARAN SMOKES A CIGARETTE AS HE WALKS through the streets. It's late. He did an errand run for Slade -- he was the only one that could have been trusted with the errand. And now that he's finished dropping it off, he's taking a leisurely stroll. That is, until he hears the commotion. There's some shouting that gets his attention, and he naturally goes toward the source of the sound. . . Well, well, well. If it isn't Ezra Huntington, none of his bobbie friends in sight as he's surrounded by some thugs. Ciaran grins at his luck, resting against the side of the alley. He smokes his cigarette, watching as they taunt the bow street runner. It's only a matter of time before they start beating the shit out of him, and oooh boy does Ciaran want to watch this fuck get his just desserts. Except it doesn't feel good when he watches Hunt get punched across the face. Ciaran only lets two more hits land before he's clearing his throat. "Lads," he calls out, Irish accent thick. "You might not want to continue your no good." And a dark look flashes across his face. This is The Boogeyman. It's a terrifying persona he has as Ciaran lets his anger come to the surface. Instead of arguing with him, the young men run off. Smart boys. And there Hunt is, left behind. Ciaran approaches him slowly, hovering over him. He reaches out a hand to help him up. Tagging: Ezra Huntington
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 6:39:33 GMT
16. My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.CIARAN'S HEAD LULLS TO THE SIDE. He's dazed from the head wound he has. The Irishman mumbles under his breath, tied to a chair in a warehouse by the docks. A rival gang got the best of him -- cornered him and grabbed him for ransom. Honestly? He's not sure if Slade is coming. Even if Ciaran is his right hand, he may not be worth the trouble of saving, so he's just been biding his time. "Fishing all day and fishing all night, and all that he caught was a little crab. . . Oh, oh, Johnny Daddlum a day," he calls out, slurring as he sings, "he put the hook up he crab's backbone, and he slung it over his shoulder and he fucked off home. . . Oh, oh, Johnny Daddlum a day. . ." It's his way of saying he's not giving anything up -- they can fuck off. If he really wants to piss them off, he should sing in Gaelic. . . but he feels his head heavy again and drifts back out of consciousness. . . When he wakes, he feels a gloved hand gripping his chin. Ciaran blinks a few times, looking up to see. . . "Slade," he murmurs. Ciaran is bloodied and bruised, and in that moment he looks vulnerable as Slade's hand keeps his head upright. But a smile forms across his face, one that is soft and unguarded. "Didn't think. . . you'd take the risk." He can feel the rope slacken on his wrists behind him. Ciaran lets his arms fall at his sides, waiting for his savior to say something. Tagging: Reuben Slade Notes: Johnny Daddlum is the Irish version of a song called The Crabfish!
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 2:22:18 GMT
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 25, 2021 18:52:03 GMT
THE SMACK KNOCKS THE AIR RIGHT OUT OF HIM. Ciaran doubles over in visible pain, choking out as the wind flies right out of his lungs. He has no time to recover as the baton smacks him on the head. He stumbles -- only to get smacked the other way. The Irishman staggers, dazed momentarily by the hits. He wheezes, catching himself on the brick wall in the alleyway. He blows out a deep breath, trying to get the air back in his lungs. His head rings from the attack. Honestly, he probably deserves this. He started it. But ooooh, how it riles him. Ciaran's nose snarls as Huntington gets real close. Ha -- the gallows! Imagine the Runner had enough to convict him. But just as Ciaran goes to respond, the rag is shoved into his mouth. He makes a confused noise around it, grumbling as the cloth silences him. "Mmm --" He growls, tugging at the cuffs holding his wrists trapped behind him. He glares at Ezra, breathing heavily through his nose. Is he nervous? Is Ciaran O'Malley actually nervous right now? He hasn't been used to this feeling of helplessness in a long time. He twists his wrists, trying to get free. "Hmm -- mmrr -- " He grumbles, letting out a heated sigh through his nose. Dark blue eyes look over the Bow Street Runner, and he considers. . . Fuck it. Ciaran sets his feet firmly on the ground before throwing his head forward at full force, trying to knock his forehead into Ezra's face. Tagging: Ezra Huntington
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