who: anton & paloma ( @gravemist )
where: the guilded room
ANTON DIDN'T MIND THE CLUB SETTING, but his preference was always to remain somewhere near the bar. His present concern was ensuring Paloma didn't find herself in any altercations during the event. Paloma certainly possessed the fire necessary in the making of a Jackal. Hell, he'd already joined in on an altercation or two on her behalf. Caution levels increased with alcohol presently in the mix. "I told you already, little lady." Anton sighed, squinting at Paloma beneath the pulsating lights. Dancing wasn't on his agenda tonight, or any other night for that matter. "I don't dance. But I can keep an eye on your things while you do."
WHO: Linh Bui & Anton Morales (@cactuskids)
WHERE: An alley near the Guilded Room
LINH WAS VERY PROTECTIVE OVER HER CREW. She may seem harsh to most people, but she'd do anything to keep the Red Jackals members safe. They were the closest thing she had to family, and as their president, she believed it was her duty to keep them in line and out of harms way. It's why she liked to attend any events thrown around town--- for she knew that whenever the town got together, some shit was bound to go down.
And like clockwork, it went as predicted. She saw a man (probably a visitor who wanted to see what the locals did in their downtime) try to dance with one of her girls even after the girl had clearly refused him. Linh didn't like guys like that, so she did what she normally did: she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into an alley to teach him a lesson.
But before she could really show the man why he should learn to respect women, the a figure passed by their tucked away corner. She froze for a second, half expecting the sheriff to come into view, but that worry melted away at the sight of ANTON MORALES. She waited a beat, her arm wrapped around the man's as she kept him in a headlock, before she stated, "You gonna help me beat up this piece of shit, or are you just here to watch?"
WHEN IT CAME TO TO THE MATTERS OF THE JACKALS, Anton is considered to be one of the more even-tempered of the bunch. Time has a way of sedating his former hotheadedness. You'd rarely catch him starting any fights in this day and age, but he'd always been willing to finish one, backing each and every member without question.
Today is no different. He's stepped outside of the Gilded Room for a cigarette, a nearby commotion drawing him. It's none other than LIHN BUI, and the sorry asshole unfortunate enough to have pissed her off. The drunken bastard looks toward him, and Anton only smirks in response. "You must be in a generous mood," he retorts, cracking his stiff knuckles. "Since you don't seem to be havin' any trouble with the task at hand." Anton takes the stranger's chin into his hand with a rough motion, inspecting Linh's present handiwork.
"What he do? Gotta know what sort of force to put behind this punch."
closed to : lucia callahan ( @cactuskids ) / callahan law, late night
gene's on his way out when he notices that the lights are still on in lucia's office. whenever she happens to stay behind even later than him, he usually doesn't say anything, just a quick goodbye and he lets her be—he used to be the same, after all. no matter the time, he wouldn't leave until he was completely and truly finished with everything. but he's noticed an uptick in his daughter's late nights spent working, at least he thinks so, and figures it wouldn't hurt to ask. he knocks softly, walks in.
" wrapping up anytime soon? " he asks, pointedly looking at his watch. " what are you working on this hard? "
THIS WASN'T LUCIA'S FIRST NIGHT DEDICATING spare time [that she didn't have] to her own personal inquiries into the Decker family. It was an inquiry decided of her own volition, one she wasn't being billed for, and one she presently possessed little to no evidence to prove. Lucia knew better than stirring up shit without the means to back it up... but she also knew her gut to rarely be wrong— possessing a near perfect track record.
At the sound of her father's voice, her eyes flickered upward, surprise temporarily clouding her visage. Her expression softens, a tired smile forming on her lips. The lie comes just as easily. "Just wrapping up the final details of an estate dispute," she offers, followed with a weary sigh. "Mundane stuff, but necessary." Eugene always said good bye when she stayed late like this. Since grade school student, Lucia was prone to exceptionally late nights, Eugene often discovering her mid-study session or immersed in a book she just couldn't put down. On occasion, he'd join her. The memory warms her, a stark difference from the guilt accompanying her easy lies. "You heading out?"
… around redford, names don’t stay clean for long. ANTON MORALES is no exception. they are FORTY-THREE, born and raised or just passing through the town. when the sun rises, they work as ROAD CAPTAIN @ RED JACKALS / RODEO COWBOY, but around here, that rarely tells the whole story. their name has been heard in connection to the UNAFFILIATED and like most in this town, they carry their weight in quiet ways. some say they can be ALOOF and ATTENTIVE, depending on who’s asking and what’s at stake. they’ve laid claim to THE OUTSKIRTS, though ownership in redford is never as simple as it looks. land shifts, loyalties change, and nothing stays untouched for long. lately, their name has been circling for being PRO MODERNIZATION. in a town where legacy matters and progress threatens, the only question that ever really lingers is this: will they hold their ground or lose everything trying?
i. stats.
full name … anton morales
date of birth … april 29th
gender / pronouns … cis-man he/him
orientation … bisexual
relationship status ... single
faceclaim … alberto guerra
ii. personality.
zodiac sign … taurus
negative traits … stubborn, aloof, blunt, hotheaded (though he's mostly grown out of it)
character inspirations ... mike delfino (desperate housewives) , davos seaworth (game of thrones) , ennis del mar (brokeback mountain)
pinterest.
iii. about.
Your earliest days are spent in attempt to entertain yourself. When you're younger, childhood fun in the confines of the town is left to the discretion of the child.
You do what other boys your age do when they're old enough to be held to expectations— get a job on the ranch. You like it well enough, it passes the time, and your parents let you pocket the money.
For a while, your time is wholly dedicated to the ranch and school. It's not until you recognize the alternate paths in life, and the fast money it promised. You watched as boys older than you— men, walk around as if they owned the place, and wondered what it took.
When you're old enough to be taken seriously, you become a club prospect. You spend less time on the ranch, and more time with the club, working as a runner of sorts, gradually becoming a larger part of the club. Your first time leaving town is with them, after finally saving up for a bike of your own.
You travel town to town, taking in the expansion of your world, often finding yourself on the wrong side of the law.
Before you found yourself with the Jackals, you'd considered yourself to be in semi-retirement. Losing people over the years led you to depart from your former club. But the call of the ride never left you.
iv. connection ideas.
a protege of sorts, a mentee he took under his wings, a long-term ex, one he shacked up with for a few years; enemies he made in his youth because of his hellion years, a dearest friend, fellow rodeo employees
… around redford, names don’t stay clean for long. LUCIA CALLAHAN is no exception. they are THIRTY-TWO, born and raised or just passing through the town. when the sun rises, they work as a COUNSEL LAWYER @ CALLAHAN LAW FIRM, but around here, that rarely tells the whole story. their name has been heard in connection to CALLAHAN ( child 2 ) and like most in this town, they carry their weight in quiet ways. some say they can be SELF-SERVING and AMBITIOUS, depending on who’s asking and what’s at stake. they’ve laid claim to FOUNDERS ROW, though ownership in redford is never as simple as it looks. land shifts, loyalties change, and nothing stays untouched for long. lately, their name has been circling for being PRO PRESERVATION. in a town where legacy matters and progress threatens, the only question that ever really lingers is this: will they hold their ground or lose everything trying?
character inspirations ... shiv roy (succession), michaela pratt (how to get away with murder), madelyn stillwell (the boys)
pinterest.
iii. about.
You are born into a family where the familial name precedes you. The Callahan legacy is one solidified long before you or your sisters were born. You are delegated to the existence of a middle child— always in need of more attention than those around you can afford— and you throw yourself into your schooling and extracurriculars to pique your parents' interest.
You wear the pretty package afforded to all the Callahans. When the time is right, your words are silver-lined and hold all the promise in the world. Beneath the facade, you remain tirelessly competitive and power-hungry— eager to prove yourself worthy of carrying on the Callahan legacy to new heights.
The position of perfect, dutiful child would be yours. Your primary school success earns you admission into Columbia University and eventually Stanford Law. You are quick to remind your family that you were highly sought out by other firms, but that your loyalty to the family practice remained unwavering. (Did you spend ample time considering the offers of rival firms? Of course you did. Of course you did— if only for the sake of getting a reaction out of your father.)
The fullest extent of your desire for success has yet to be actualized. When you want for it as much as you do— it was only a matter of time before you sought out alternative means in order to do so. You'll keep it under wraps for as long as you can. You'd be damned if your near perfect image was so easily sullied.
iv. connection ideas.
former/current clients. connections from growing up, like former friends/exes/enemies. you owe her a favor— deal-with-the-devil vibes. current alliances/enemies/friends/fwbs (the no time to date type). a law student interning with her. an assistant. she needs your help to win a case. with your help, she accomplished something shady to do so.
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