1920's Gangster RP interest thread

[Toastburner B]

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.