Liam Connelly

Adviser to the Blazing Bandits

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arthurfallon​:

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” Arthur replied with a chuckle, definitely the more amiable one when it came to the two of them, despite the fact that neither of them were actually that welcome in this town. They’d probably have targets on their back as soon as the plan was in motion. “The cowboy in you is coming out,” he teasingly said to his friend, showing him a small smile before taking a drag from his cigarette. Despite the fact that they were on two opposing sides back in Utah, they still managed to be friends and in a time much like right now where it was definitely all of them versus all of those in Charming, Arthur was especially thankful for their friendship now.  “When have I ever said no to one of your fucked up ideas, huh? This is why I keep you around, Liam. You just continue reminding me what it’s like to feel young,” he chuckled before dropping the last of his stick and stubbing it with his shoe. “Now where to?”

“So says you,” he shot back, though there was a crooked grin on Liam’s face as he spoke. Being the prickly one had a bit of an upside. “What can I say? It’s a part of my charm.” Liam watched as his friend put out his cigarette. A friendship like theirs could get complicated, but with what was going to happen, things seemed to be much more simple. “‘least I serve a purpose,” he commented dryly. “Well, if you want to play at being a cowboy, I could grab the moonshine. If you want something a little softer, say whiskey..we’ll need to go to a bar or the liquor store. I’m sure there’s one somewhere around here. As the elder, I’ll let you choose.” 

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monasoetoro​:

“moonshine, what, are you from the 1800′s? who actually drinks moonshine anymore? i thought that was a cowboy thing.” a laugh quickly follows and she nudges liam playfully. “you know, since your time,” yes, she’s bullying him for his age, “we have these things called bottles, much handier for storing drinks than carrying a jar around with you.” another boisterous laugh sounds from her chest. “hey, hey, hey, you should be taking responsibility for your own actions at your age, don’t you think? though… it might be two in the afternoon but i am down for finding a grocery store and some alcohol that was made in this century and i dunno… maybe tastes good?” and with that, she plasters an angelic-but-clearly-not smile across her lips. 

a single raised brow conveyed his irritation, but as far as the members went, this was nothing. mona made him feel old in his bones, but she was lively enough to make up for it. “at my age?” he drawled back. “shouldn’t i be able to trust that you could make such a trip without causin’ any trouble at yours? and i’ll have you know that my moonshine was jarred not three months ago, thank you very much.” even still, he pushed himself up from his chair. “i’m not buying any girly shit, though,” he cautioned. “we have a reputation to think of while we’re here.”

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leveys​:

her laughter echoed through the neck of the bottle she was sipping from, and as she pulled it away from her lips it was raised slightly in a nod to his words. despite the clear limits of their respective predicaments, matt liked liam. ‘reasonable’ was a quality not many bandits held, and she’d enjoyed working alongside him. (this part, this was gonna hurt, sooner or later. she knew this. she’d never been good at deluding herself, and she wouldn’t start now: she was fully aware of the near-sightedness of her affection for many of the bandits, but the thing is: she was willing to make that sacrifice. that either made them a good agent, or a borderline sociopath. perhaps both). a side glance, half amused smirk thrown his way at his fake optimism almost drew a chuckle from her, quickly concealed with a shake of her head, adding on to the list of reasons why she’d love to be back in utah already. “sun’s unbearable ‘round here. don’t know how they get anything done without drying out”, her eyes followed the silhouettes of bandits and disciples mingling, each so distinctly recognizable even beyond her recognition of their faces. the devils moved boldly, wanting their height to be known, menacing in the double-edged, tricky manner of a host ready to slit their guests’ throats. and the bandits knew this — returning the same sort of fake pleasantries and yet keeping on the edge of aggression, nervous. there was a sudden sinking feeling in matt’s guts, a hint of worry making her glance at liam, once, as if she truly looked up to him for reassurance. perhaps she did. she took another sip. “think we’re gonna be out of here anytime soon?”

“’mazing what the human body can get used to,” he murmured. “least there aren’t bugs the size of my fist.” all things considered, that would be preferable. dylan was level-headed and the way she watched the party made him wonder what she saw. it would be something to ask on later..maybe even ask zeke for his take on her. someone would need to take on the role of advisor eventually. even if he wasn’t quite ready for retirement, it was his job to look out for the future of the club. she was smart, level-headed..and succession was something that continued to weigh on his mind.

“we will,” he promised quietly. we’ll get out of this place as soon as we can, remained unsaid but was there nonetheless. “we had a long ride. i’m sure malachi would understand if you duck out a little early. one of us might as well get some rest. or as much rest as we can at a shitty motel.” liam shook his head - it was definitely his old age showing. he’d want to leave himself but he knew his club. the situation they were in..it was too volatile. it felt like missing so much as a glance from one disciple to another could be deadly. 

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arthurfallon​:

Location: Outside any building of your choice

With: Anyone!

@charmingstarter​

Today’s the day, he thought as he lit up his cigarette outside the building. Today was the town meeting, the day the lot of them were expected to get back to Utah but as Irina said, their town was dead. All the opportunities lied here in Charming and he couldn’t deny that, but he was still conflicted about the plan – which he had been very much against since the beginning. He told his son to get the hell out of Charming already but that guy was as stubborn as he was. “You know, I keep hearing about this great dish that Charming supposedly has,” Arthur said good-naturedly to the person closest to him in vicinity before taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You know what the hell that dish is or did that guy just bullshit me?” It wasn’t lost on him that he was thinking of this as a last supper of some sort.

Liam sighed heavily. “I think the guy was bullshitting you. This town isn’t famous for shit.” It was..a bit of a lie, but he was feeling bitter. “You want famous, the holler I grew up in, now that’s famous. Best moonshine in the state of Kentucky.” Usually, he said stupid things like that when he was drunk, and his southern twang dripped from every syllable. Now he was far too sober. “I still have a jar and half. It’s not food, but..”  His sentence trailed off, the offer silent. In all his years in the club, never had he anticipated something like this plan. It was wrong. He’d failed his club..no real reason to be sober for this. Seeing the MC going down this path..it was more than enough for him to want to set his kutte on fire and walk away.  “’Less you have a better idea?” 

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@charmingstarter​

Open || Location : open

A frown tugged his lips down as Liam closed his eyes. When they opened, he was looking skywards, counting silently by thirteens until he could trust himself enough to open his mouth. “I cannot believe I only packed two jars of moonshine for this trip,” he drawled. In truth, he should have allotted two per day until they made it back home. He’d underestimated the stress of the trip - the false pretenses, the babysitting, and the weight of the eventual actions that would be taken. As it was, he’d already started on one jar. “I’m getting too old for this shit, I swear to god.” Finally, his gaze settled on the other. The advisor examined the other person carefully, trying to gauge at what was going to happen next. “Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna drive me to the drink?”

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@arthurfallon​

“Fancy runnin’ into you here, old man,” Liam teased as he approached Arthur. He had nothing against the unfazed advisor. Hell, the man was one of few friends Liam had outside of his mc. And knowing that Arthur was also an advisor, there was an added layer of understanding. Liam loved the club, and as he’d aged, had started to see some of the members (the younger ones in particular) less as siblings and as something more akin to children. Children who drove him crazy, needed constant minding, and on more than one occasion made him reach for a jar of moonshine from his private stash. “So. How are the kids?” It was a question that he often posed to the other, not as a means of getting information, but as a means of checking in. There was an implied, are they running you ragged like mine are running me? that hung in the air between them.

[leveys]

location: charming auto, welcoming party. to: open / @charmingstarter​

though parties would’ve never been her choice of distraction, matt could understand their purpose. not the front cover of an amicable get together, not an exercise in diplomacy: the true purpose, she suspects, is to test the boundaries of both club’s behaviors and see, when loosened, how their chemicals interact. by the tension she can sense, palpable in the air — it’s not looking that good. her sense are on high alert, her gaze wary as she scans the width of this grease-smelling, industrial-grade version of a ballroom — she can still pretend (it’s part of the game, this game of hers that’s just so close to becoming her whole life, sometimes, she has to remind herself what her real name is). she kept to the sidelines, networking but not trying too hard: there was just as much vantage to be found in observing as mingling, although — the alcoholic vapors, the heat rising in the auto shop, somehow it all prompted even known hardass dylan to loosen up some. standing with her back against a makeshift bar top, elbows propped up against it, she took a sip of her beer and smirked. “gotta give it to this town. wouldn’t have expected a chop shop to turn out such a — charming party place”. no pun intended, of course. 

[liamxconnelly]

“was that a joke, miss harker?” the advisor drawled as he leaned on the bar beside her. mischief glinted in his eyes as a tell-tale smirk played at his lips. when he spoke, the ‘miss’ came out more like ‘mizz’. the older man liked dylan - unlike the other members, she generally didn’t give him a headache. The younger ones especially seemed to need an eye on them and at least he knew that she could manage well enough on her own. he probably didn’t need to be all that worried that she’d start some shit with the devils. “i’m certainly glad to see you enjoyin’ yourself. it is a party, after all. and we’ll have peace soon enough.” let any who overheard them think he believed what he said. he was convincing enough, and it wouldn’t be bad for any who might be bothered to listen to them hear bandits discuss it of their own volition. “i will say this, though. i will be most relieved to get back to my own bed when all is said and done.”

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malachiasher‌:

“Always.” Malachi smirked, dipping his head toward the other man.  He’d readily taken the solace that the little run down room at the Highway Motel provided.  The party at Rendezvous had been a little too ostentatious for his taste, especially with the haze of the facade of peace hanging thickly over them.  Malachi could care less about the moral consequences of their plans, but the lack of authenticity in his interactions there were exhausting.  

“What do I make of them?” A grimace of a grin crossed his face.  “The women are hot, and the men hide their backwoods pretty fuckin’ well.”  The president joked, knowing damn well the other man would want more than that from the man who was supposed to be their leader.  “I think they’re pretentious and overconfident.  But it does make me wonder about the implications of our visit.  Pretentious and overconfident turns into bold and relentless under fire.” The man suggested with a sigh.

A crooked grin tipped Liam’s lips as he poured for the president and himself. He chose note to comment on the fact that Charming was pretty fucking metropolitan compared to the holler where he grew up. “It can,” he conceded as he offered a mug to the younger man. Liam lifted his own before taking a long gulp. “It can also lead to action without thought. You think their president has a tight enough leash on his men?”

It was a valid question with any MC, their own included. Perhaps it was the silent question underlying what was spoken. They had quite the surprise in store for their hosts, but executing a plan in enemy territory would always be less that ideal. “Anyone in particular you have an eye on?” Again, the question was vague. Liam left it open, opting for Malachi to choose who from the admittedly large pool needed watching. As it was, Liam was doing his best to keep an eye on theirs. 

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@malachiasher​ || Highway Motel

"Whiskey?” the advisor asked, offering the bottle he’d procured for the president’s approval. While he wouldn’t typically encourage indulging on a trip like this, there was enough tension that abstaining was unbearable. Besides, he wasn’t about to get shit-faced. In the privacy of a hotel room, he felt more able to speak freely, so as he helped himself to a coffee cup, he glanced over to the other man. “So. What do you make of them?” 

It was perhaps unfortunate, but he meant it to be as vague as it sounded. by them,  he meant the devils as much as he meant their members and the gangs.  Their prospect, the devils’ prospects would be something else to consider.  Rather than come out with all that, Liam waited. There would be more value in learning what was at the forefront of the president’s mind than there would be in a direct question at this point.

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fmk : anyone in the devils

“Now that’s quite an ungentlemanly thing to ask of our gracious hosts, don’t you think? But I’ll play your little game, if that’s what you want. Fuck - none of them. Those girls are gorgeous, but I’d not put them a day over thirty. Mind, iif anyone asks, I said they don’t look a day over twenty. Either way, much too young for my taste. Mary - none. I’m not the marrying type. Breaks my mama’s heart that she didn’t ever get any grandkids from me, but she does fuss over the prospects whenever she visits. It’s not as good, I guess, but it suffices. Kill - never much cared for violence done to women, and I do not allow for unwarranted violence.” 

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Liam Connelly

BIO:

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 54

Face Claim: Timothy Olyphant

Occupation: Advisor of the Blazing Bandits

TRAITS:

+ empathetic, patient, diligent - calculating, vengeful,  grumpy

BACKGROUND & HISTORY (ok more like fun facts):

Liam grew up in Tennessee, and lived there until he was nineteen. At nineteen, he decided he wanted to travel. He left the area on his motorcycle, not really sure what he was looking for. All he knew was that he didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps and work too hard for so little.

He eventually found his way to the Utah, and the Bandits. Through them, he found the brotherhood he’d always needed as well as a purpose and a way of life that he understood. 

As soon as he was able, he became a prospect and once patched in, has served the MC loyally. 

He’s been with the club for over thirty years now, and seen a lot. He takes great pride in his position as advisor, and feels that he should do his part to ensure the continuation of the MC. 

He’ll never admit it, but he does have a bit of a paternal view of the younger members. He’s seen many a member grow from prospect, and he’s lost some, too. Especially since transitioning to advisor, he has a difficult time compartmentalizing those losses.

Liam is rather protective over the members, but he is unlikely to interfere with the consequences of one’s actions (especially if he counseled against the action taken)

He never lost his accent, though it is thicker when he’s angry, drunk, or trying to be especially charming.