Retrieving intel on Kieran O’Halloran...
Born in Dublin; Ireland, Kieran was left on the doorstep of an orphanage when he was three weeks old and despite couples finding an interest in him, he was never adopted and when he turned thirteen and officially became ‘less” likely to be adopted, he was put into the system and spent the next five years moving from home to home.
When he was twenty one, Kieran sold his belongings and bought a one way ticket to the US.
For three years he travelled the continent, spending six months in Canada and another eight backpacking through South America.
On his return to the states, he did whatever he could to earn his keep, and after a few long months of struggling with the absolute basics, he hit a gold mine, an illegal gold mine. Stumbling across a broker all too willing pay whatever he needed in order to get what he wanted, Kieran was cast into a world of crime in pulling off whatever job was necessary to be paid the big bucks. From being the getaway driver, causing distractions, passing on fake information to obtaining money from people that owed, Kieran O’Halloran’s name was cast into the thick of mercenaries willing to get their hands dirty for the right price.
It was enough to blind a man, the money, privilege and respect that came from people knowing your name, Kieran forgot his humble upbringing jumping from home to home, and he forgot what it was like to have nothing but the clothes on your back and a rucksack of belongings to your name.
Two years ago, one of the many women that he was seeing fell pregnant and later gave birth to his son, Oliver, and that alone gave Kieran reason to see past what he was doing and remember that this wasn’t a life meant for any child; for any family.
After too long, he gave up taking jobs, a fact that cost him more than the money in his pocket as the mother of his son refused to accept that Kieran would have rathered earnt clean money to give his son a life he didn’t have as a kid and she split, taking Oliver with him. He hasn’t seen them since.
After realizing that there wasn’t any chance of him tracking their whereabouts, regardless of his connections, Kieran moved out of state, settling in Blackwater Bay.
As a kid, he kept a sketchbook with him at all times, it was one of his most valuable possessions, and upon settling in this new town, he walked straight into the local tattoo shop and scored himself an apprenticeship, of which he completed after a year.
Kieran has never been big on fitness, but he remembers what it was like to be weak and lost and he finds that body building keeps him from feeling like that and to keep his this up, he also joined the Fire department three years ago.
He has severe allergies to seafood
He’s never really seen without a pencil behind his ear, most of the time he doesn’t even realize it’s there.
Kieran is often the guy peer pressuring people into doing stupid shit, especially when drunk, but he’s always the first one to willingly make a fool of himself all in the name of a good night.
He’s still to lose the bulk of his accent, however when he drinks or gets angry it’s often difficult to understand what he’s saying
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