Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 10, 2009 15:11:44 GMT
Full Name: Jack Malloy
Base Class/Sub Class: Police Officer/Detective - specifically Vice Department (6 years) and Organised Crime (2 years).
Strengths:[/b] Proficiency and specialisation with handguns comes with the job - Malloy was always one of the better shots in his Precinct with his service Glock 22, and with the further firearms training that came with his Detective ranks, a fair shot with a rifle.
Similarly, the tools of his trade are some of his greatest strengths - an intuitive, analytical mind that can handle the abstract and non-linear reasoning of a murder or vice case, and a certain knack for hunches and gut-feelings that pay off more often than not. Years in the Vice Undercover unit have helped him learn certain techniques for persuading people, lying and above all, patience.
Possibly his greatest strength is his almost complete moral flexibility. Taking a bribe, roughing up a witness or suspect, destroying evidence or intimidating a jury he could easily justify to himself, and he's smart enough to do it in such a way as to not get caught, most of the time. This can pay off quite well, in a lawless wasteland such as post-Outbreak Williamsburg.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Malloy is just over 6 foot 1, a matter of a fraction of a inch, but certainly looks it - there is a slight height advantage to him that his large frame uses to intimidate, without seeming overly conspicuous. He is heavily muscled in an athletic rather than bulky way - wiry cords of muscle rather than sheer bulk, which allow his quite slender frame to belie a fair strength and stamina.
Messily uncut brown hair falls just to eye level, more weight than length, given the difficulty in finding a barber in the remnants of Williamsburg. The same is true of his generally heavily stubbled face, time for shaving being sometimes quite unable to be found.
White-blue eyes and a nose with a slight kink from a past break account for his facial appearance, and a prominent short scar on his right cheek, a white raised reminder of a past almost-miss with a switchblade.
Personality: Jack Malloy's personality is sometimes quite difficult to pin down. There is no doubt that his morals are completely subject to debate - he feels no moral compunction to look after pretty much anyone other than himself. However, this does not mean he does not - if it would be more helpful to him to aid others, then he will do it.
On the other hand, when he does forge a friendship with someone, then he is fiercely loyal - his friends and allies are the exceptions to his selfish habits - but the act of befriending and being befriended is incredibly difficult. He is emotionally distant (refusing to give up these points of possible weakness), an accomplished liar and manipulative to the core.
At times irrepressibly cocksure and confident, at others withdrawn, sullen and introspective in melancholy, he exhibits the signs of a bi-polar depressive - and there is little doubt that something is mentally amiss with him. However, he counteracts the downs with anger or drunkenness, and uses the confidence that he generally exhibits to place himself in positions of leadership and power - all the better to manipulate the system to his own ends.
Above all, Malloy is smart and instinctive. Always has been. He can see the likely consequences of his actions, is always weighing up the pros and cons of possible courses to take, taking into account sometimes completely unlikely contingencies and factors, and can generally work out what one will work out best for him. Not all the time, of course, and he can never take into account all possible scenarios, but these instincts have saved his life time and time again.
History: Born in one of Williamsburg's numerous poor, industrial districts to a grade-school teacher mother and factory worker father, the young Jack Malloy was not particularly worthy of any renown in any sense. Fairly studious and of some academic ability, he was generally a quiet child who just got by - ignoring the vehement arguments and constant threat of poverty that plagued his parents.
When high school, and it's impressive range of temptations, beckoned however, Malloy truly found himself. Presented with a huge new range of experience and people, some small part of his brain clicked and he "came out of his shell", becoming a confident, morally ambiguous teenager who used his innate intelligence more for getting into girl's pants and securing illicit booze and drugs than studying.
Scraping by in his end of school exams, but with a lot more life experience than most, he turned from one dead-end job to another to fund University, tending bar, waiting tables, working tills and the occasional piece of less legal work for some of Williamsburg's burgeoning criminal population (making contacts that would bear out the years, in fact).
Graduating with a respectable Liberal Arts (Humanities) Degree from the Williamsburg University of Arts and Social Studies at 22 years old, he turned to the police force. While ostensibly that appears a strange choice for someone so opposed to strict moral codes and authority, the chance to subvert the system to his own gain was what attracted him, rather than some abstract sense of justice or duty.
Jack Malloy served his first two years as a beat officer, patrolling the seedy docklands, waterfront factories and high-rise housing estates of the 22nd Precinct in South-East Williamsburg. Here, he gained a reputation for being a proficient cop, crooked as could be, but still with one of the highest numbers of collars in the District.
A promotion to Detective followed, in the Organised Crime division, which Malloy took to like a duck to water. After 2 years, in which he was often jokingly said to be "making more than the Commissioner" from bribes, payoffs and 'requisitioning' of money taken from raids and crime scenes, he also cracked more cases than anyone in the unit. A promotion to second pay grade and a re-assignment to Vice was sorted out, in an effort to curb his obvious connections with the organised criminal groups in Williamsburg - or at least put them to better use.
Malloy fitted in just fine with the Vice Squad of the 8th Precinct - the Central District was much more easygoing than the South-West, and almost all the Detectives were on the take to some degree. Corruption was insiduous, but the squad were always loyal to each other - you could screw the force as a whole for whatever you wanted, but you didn't screw your squadmates. All the Detectives were impressive officers as well, however, so there was no option of simply removing them from the service - particularly given the high returns of arrests, and seizures of money, weapons and drugs.
This continued for 6 years - Malloy being bounced around the Department from his initial position in Undercover - which was shortlived despite his love of the work, due to the fact that after 2 years every damn criminal in Williamsburg knew his face - to shiftwork, and there was rumours of his promotion to Sergeant before the events of his 6th year.
One of the recent recruits to the Vice Department was caught leaving the scene of a drugs bust with more cocaine in his pockets and body than in the evidence bags by a state trooper. Trying to work out a plea bargain, he gave evidence about most of the Vice Department - pinning discrepancies in evidence inventories, overtime claims, witness harassment and suspect assault claims on members of the Department, particularly Malloy's squad.
As his colleagues were indicted one by one, Malloy tried to flee the city, but was arrested boarding a train with little more than a carrycase and a large quantity of cash money. He was himself then indicted of three counts of assualt on a suspect, two counts of harassing a grand jury member, one count of complicity in murder, eighteen counts of accepting a bribe, and fourteen counts of tampering with evidence & the scene of a crime. And that was just what they could make stick.
Awaiting his courtroom appearance of the next week in the jailhouse of the Afferton Drive Police Station, the 8th Precinct House where he had worked these last 6 years, Malloy almost gave up all hope. As it was, that afternoon the Quarantine went into effect - military checkpoints cut off the Central District from the rest of the city, and his cell was opened by his old shift commander, who wordlessly handed Malloy his pile of clothes, his Glock 22 .45 service pistol atop it.
Malloy vanished into the night, avoiding attention during the Riots and the massacres by Infected and military alike that followed, seeking refuge where it was available.
Finally, he found himself back in the 8th Precinct House, fleeing Infected that had set upon the rioters outside. While most of the remaining 8th Precinct Officers fought to their deaths outside, Jack Malloy helped those inside to seal the doors, build barricades and wait - feeling no guilt or regret for letting others save his life where he would have easily let them die.
Now, he is the de facto leader of the ragtag group of Afferton Drive Police Station survivors - influential in deciding what happens when, be it scavenging or raiding parties, or attempts to get help from the military populace at the seemingly abandoned checkpoints. Malloy has similarly spent most of his time trying to reach his contacts in the Williamsburg criminal world - more sure of their ability to survive the Outbreak than the organisations such as the military or police force. He always heard cockroaches would survive the end of the world.
Base Class/Sub Class: Police Officer/Detective - specifically Vice Department (6 years) and Organised Crime (2 years).
Strengths:[/b] Proficiency and specialisation with handguns comes with the job - Malloy was always one of the better shots in his Precinct with his service Glock 22, and with the further firearms training that came with his Detective ranks, a fair shot with a rifle.
Similarly, the tools of his trade are some of his greatest strengths - an intuitive, analytical mind that can handle the abstract and non-linear reasoning of a murder or vice case, and a certain knack for hunches and gut-feelings that pay off more often than not. Years in the Vice Undercover unit have helped him learn certain techniques for persuading people, lying and above all, patience.
Possibly his greatest strength is his almost complete moral flexibility. Taking a bribe, roughing up a witness or suspect, destroying evidence or intimidating a jury he could easily justify to himself, and he's smart enough to do it in such a way as to not get caught, most of the time. This can pay off quite well, in a lawless wasteland such as post-Outbreak Williamsburg.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Malloy is just over 6 foot 1, a matter of a fraction of a inch, but certainly looks it - there is a slight height advantage to him that his large frame uses to intimidate, without seeming overly conspicuous. He is heavily muscled in an athletic rather than bulky way - wiry cords of muscle rather than sheer bulk, which allow his quite slender frame to belie a fair strength and stamina.
Messily uncut brown hair falls just to eye level, more weight than length, given the difficulty in finding a barber in the remnants of Williamsburg. The same is true of his generally heavily stubbled face, time for shaving being sometimes quite unable to be found.
White-blue eyes and a nose with a slight kink from a past break account for his facial appearance, and a prominent short scar on his right cheek, a white raised reminder of a past almost-miss with a switchblade.
Personality: Jack Malloy's personality is sometimes quite difficult to pin down. There is no doubt that his morals are completely subject to debate - he feels no moral compunction to look after pretty much anyone other than himself. However, this does not mean he does not - if it would be more helpful to him to aid others, then he will do it.
On the other hand, when he does forge a friendship with someone, then he is fiercely loyal - his friends and allies are the exceptions to his selfish habits - but the act of befriending and being befriended is incredibly difficult. He is emotionally distant (refusing to give up these points of possible weakness), an accomplished liar and manipulative to the core.
At times irrepressibly cocksure and confident, at others withdrawn, sullen and introspective in melancholy, he exhibits the signs of a bi-polar depressive - and there is little doubt that something is mentally amiss with him. However, he counteracts the downs with anger or drunkenness, and uses the confidence that he generally exhibits to place himself in positions of leadership and power - all the better to manipulate the system to his own ends.
Above all, Malloy is smart and instinctive. Always has been. He can see the likely consequences of his actions, is always weighing up the pros and cons of possible courses to take, taking into account sometimes completely unlikely contingencies and factors, and can generally work out what one will work out best for him. Not all the time, of course, and he can never take into account all possible scenarios, but these instincts have saved his life time and time again.
History: Born in one of Williamsburg's numerous poor, industrial districts to a grade-school teacher mother and factory worker father, the young Jack Malloy was not particularly worthy of any renown in any sense. Fairly studious and of some academic ability, he was generally a quiet child who just got by - ignoring the vehement arguments and constant threat of poverty that plagued his parents.
When high school, and it's impressive range of temptations, beckoned however, Malloy truly found himself. Presented with a huge new range of experience and people, some small part of his brain clicked and he "came out of his shell", becoming a confident, morally ambiguous teenager who used his innate intelligence more for getting into girl's pants and securing illicit booze and drugs than studying.
Scraping by in his end of school exams, but with a lot more life experience than most, he turned from one dead-end job to another to fund University, tending bar, waiting tables, working tills and the occasional piece of less legal work for some of Williamsburg's burgeoning criminal population (making contacts that would bear out the years, in fact).
Graduating with a respectable Liberal Arts (Humanities) Degree from the Williamsburg University of Arts and Social Studies at 22 years old, he turned to the police force. While ostensibly that appears a strange choice for someone so opposed to strict moral codes and authority, the chance to subvert the system to his own gain was what attracted him, rather than some abstract sense of justice or duty.
Jack Malloy served his first two years as a beat officer, patrolling the seedy docklands, waterfront factories and high-rise housing estates of the 22nd Precinct in South-East Williamsburg. Here, he gained a reputation for being a proficient cop, crooked as could be, but still with one of the highest numbers of collars in the District.
A promotion to Detective followed, in the Organised Crime division, which Malloy took to like a duck to water. After 2 years, in which he was often jokingly said to be "making more than the Commissioner" from bribes, payoffs and 'requisitioning' of money taken from raids and crime scenes, he also cracked more cases than anyone in the unit. A promotion to second pay grade and a re-assignment to Vice was sorted out, in an effort to curb his obvious connections with the organised criminal groups in Williamsburg - or at least put them to better use.
Malloy fitted in just fine with the Vice Squad of the 8th Precinct - the Central District was much more easygoing than the South-West, and almost all the Detectives were on the take to some degree. Corruption was insiduous, but the squad were always loyal to each other - you could screw the force as a whole for whatever you wanted, but you didn't screw your squadmates. All the Detectives were impressive officers as well, however, so there was no option of simply removing them from the service - particularly given the high returns of arrests, and seizures of money, weapons and drugs.
This continued for 6 years - Malloy being bounced around the Department from his initial position in Undercover - which was shortlived despite his love of the work, due to the fact that after 2 years every damn criminal in Williamsburg knew his face - to shiftwork, and there was rumours of his promotion to Sergeant before the events of his 6th year.
One of the recent recruits to the Vice Department was caught leaving the scene of a drugs bust with more cocaine in his pockets and body than in the evidence bags by a state trooper. Trying to work out a plea bargain, he gave evidence about most of the Vice Department - pinning discrepancies in evidence inventories, overtime claims, witness harassment and suspect assault claims on members of the Department, particularly Malloy's squad.
As his colleagues were indicted one by one, Malloy tried to flee the city, but was arrested boarding a train with little more than a carrycase and a large quantity of cash money. He was himself then indicted of three counts of assualt on a suspect, two counts of harassing a grand jury member, one count of complicity in murder, eighteen counts of accepting a bribe, and fourteen counts of tampering with evidence & the scene of a crime. And that was just what they could make stick.
Awaiting his courtroom appearance of the next week in the jailhouse of the Afferton Drive Police Station, the 8th Precinct House where he had worked these last 6 years, Malloy almost gave up all hope. As it was, that afternoon the Quarantine went into effect - military checkpoints cut off the Central District from the rest of the city, and his cell was opened by his old shift commander, who wordlessly handed Malloy his pile of clothes, his Glock 22 .45 service pistol atop it.
Malloy vanished into the night, avoiding attention during the Riots and the massacres by Infected and military alike that followed, seeking refuge where it was available.
Finally, he found himself back in the 8th Precinct House, fleeing Infected that had set upon the rioters outside. While most of the remaining 8th Precinct Officers fought to their deaths outside, Jack Malloy helped those inside to seal the doors, build barricades and wait - feeling no guilt or regret for letting others save his life where he would have easily let them die.
Now, he is the de facto leader of the ragtag group of Afferton Drive Police Station survivors - influential in deciding what happens when, be it scavenging or raiding parties, or attempts to get help from the military populace at the seemingly abandoned checkpoints. Malloy has similarly spent most of his time trying to reach his contacts in the Williamsburg criminal world - more sure of their ability to survive the Outbreak than the organisations such as the military or police force. He always heard cockroaches would survive the end of the world.