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Toastburner B · 03-09-2010, 11:45 PM

You guys seem to be missing a getaway driver.

Well, someone gots to do it, so I guess I will.

Placeholder for now. Hope to get it up in a few minutes.

EDIT:

And done.

Name: Michael �Mickey� Cranston

Age: 35

Appearance: Mickey isn�t the best looking guy by a longshot. He stands at a hair under six feet tall, and is on the heavy side. His blonde hair is thinning prematurely, and he unwisely tries to hide it with a comb-over, but has recently hit on the idea of just wearing a hat. He favors a comfortable, but poor fitting, tan suit that is starting to show its age. Everything down to his watery blue eyes mark him as someone that is very easy to underestimate.

Occupation: Driver/General Thuggery

Backstory: You wouldn�t think it to look at him, But Mickey used to be famous.

Well�kinda famous. Almost famous, you could say.

In his earlier years, he was steadily working his way up a minor race circuit, hoping to break into the bigger leagues, and bigger money, of a major circuit.

In those days, Mickey was �Mike�, he was thin, had a full head a hair�and a bit of a drinking problem. As you might imagine, this �drinking problem� soon turned into �driving problem�, which somehow bloomed into a �racing problem�, which, through sheer coincidence, Mickey will assure you, turned into headlines that screamed �Horrible Wreck! Drunk Racer Kills Rival In Fiery Crash�

Mickey, rather than facing whatever charges were to come his way, slinked off into shadier places of Chicago. While working a job as a cabby (during which time his hair line receded as his waistline expanded), Mickey found himself in the unfortunate situation of being the impromptu get-away driver of a pair of Arthur MacCauley�s thugs as they fled from a number of rival bootleggers. They thugs were impressed by the flabby cabby�s driving prowess as he handily lost their rivals. Word slowly filtered to the rest of the gang, and soon Mickey quit his job as a cabby to work full time for Mr. MacCauley�s organization.

Mickey has taken quite nicely to criminal life. Oddly enough, working for a rum-runner has helped to sober him up a bit: he�s at someone�s beck and call at a moment�s notice, so he rarely has time to really sit back and enjoy a good bottle of hooch (man, I�ve been waiting to say hooch since I read this thread). He can�t remember the last time he got drunk�but that might have more to do with the amount of alcohol he consumed on that particular occasion than the amount of time that has passed.

Optional: Mickey has taken to carrying a small revolver around on his person. After all, it�s a hard time to work for MacCauley. He keeps a Browning Automatic Rifle in his car, for when things get �extra� hard.

03-09-2010, 11:45 PM	#31
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	You guys seem to be missing a getaway driver. Well, someone gots to do it, so I guess I will. Placeholder for now. Hope to get it up in a few minutes. EDIT: And done. Name: Michael �Mickey� Cranston Age: 35 Appearance: Mickey isn�t the best looking guy by a longshot. He stands at a hair under six feet tall, and is on the heavy side. His blonde hair is thinning prematurely, and he unwisely tries to hide it with a comb-over, but has recently hit on the idea of just wearing a hat. He favors a comfortable, but poor fitting, tan suit that is starting to show its age. Everything down to his watery blue eyes mark him as someone that is very easy to underestimate. Occupation: Driver/General Thuggery Backstory: You wouldn�t think it to look at him, But Mickey used to be famous. Well�kinda famous. Almost famous, you could say. In his earlier years, he was steadily working his way up a minor race circuit, hoping to break into the bigger leagues, and bigger money, of a major circuit. In those days, Mickey was �Mike�, he was thin, had a full head a hair�and a bit of a drinking problem. As you might imagine, this �drinking problem� soon turned into �driving problem�, which somehow bloomed into a �racing problem�, which, through sheer coincidence, Mickey will assure you, turned into headlines that screamed �Horrible Wreck! Drunk Racer Kills Rival In Fiery Crash� Mickey, rather than facing whatever charges were to come his way, slinked off into shadier places of Chicago. While working a job as a cabby (during which time his hair line receded as his waistline expanded), Mickey found himself in the unfortunate situation of being the impromptu get-away driver of a pair of Arthur MacCauley�s thugs as they fled from a number of rival bootleggers. They thugs were impressed by the flabby cabby�s driving prowess as he handily lost their rivals. Word slowly filtered to the rest of the gang, and soon Mickey quit his job as a cabby to work full time for Mr. MacCauley�s organization. Mickey has taken quite nicely to criminal life. Oddly enough, working for a rum-runner has helped to sober him up a bit: he�s at someone�s beck and call at a moment�s notice, so he rarely has time to really sit back and enjoy a good bottle of hooch (man, I�ve been waiting to say hooch since I read this thread). He can�t remember the last time he got drunk�but that might have more to do with the amount of alcohol he consumed on that particular occasion than the amount of time that has passed. Optional: Mickey has taken to carrying a small revolver around on his person. After all, it�s a hard time to work for MacCauley. He keeps a Browning Automatic Rifle in his car, for when things get �extra� hard. __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot. Last edited by Toastburner B; 03-10-2010 at 01:03 AM.