About: Kieran was born in Ireland and ran away to London at a young age. He spent most of his young life in London working as a chimney sweep. The rest of the time was spent as a general delinquent (when he could get away with it). Eventually he managed to score passage to America by working a steamship. He resumed a life of crime in New York City, successfully starting his own gang called the Plaid Rats. Kieran truly enjoys a good beating, be it given or received. there's a real thrill to the crack of the bat to a shin or skull, the smell of blood and sweat, all of that. he is a fire that can't be put out and burns things up. he sucks. he is bitter and angry, yet he isn't all bad. believe it or not he's kind of a hero, sometimes. Kieran is a jaded and miserable person who never expected to live into his 30's and now survives out of spite alone. He is stalked by death. The only thing that ever saves him is his fiddle. The music reminds him that something good is real. Otherwise he might become completely terrible. He coughs up black shit every day and will likely die of health complications if his brutal living doesn't kill him first.

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Appearance: His hair is dirty blonde/light brown with a stringy and wavy texture. It's usually about the length of his shoulders and looks like a mess. He wears a multi-color plaid duster coat and other clothing typical of the era of mid to late 1800's America. Well built for a fist fight. Often seen with a black eye or some other brawling injury. Usually seen scowling. He might be smiling if he's fighting or playing music. Missing teeth. Overall digusting human being. If he were a furry: rabid weasel.

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Skills: Great at Fiddle. Also a very skilled brawler. Hand to hand combat, bludgeoning weapons or knives. He is an absolutely terrible shot with any gun.

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Connections: Meets Eli randomly and they travel and play music together for a while. Feigns disdain for Brooke but thinks of her as a little sis.

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