Jackson McCarthy
Jackson reclined back in the wooden chair as he contemplated Syd's questions. Syd seemed to idolize Jackson's ability to shed the life-altering trauma as if it were a secret someone would try and sell on the editorials. Jackson's hands scanned to the pack of cigarettes to pull...
Jackson McCarthy
The dam walls of Syd's mind had cracked and the paper-thin fallacies he'd used as a safeguard seemingly evaporated under the overwhelming pressure of his raw, real existential questions. The predicaments he was facing revolved around the very essence of his being, and who Syd...
Jackson McCarthy
Syd seemed to hiss at the open question like a cornered stray cat. It was as if he was recoiling back into the dark - an ignorant comfort that was keeping him from spilling over the edge. With the light growing, and seemingly to his dismay, his composure was falling to pieces...
Jackson McCarthy
The sleek, black Toyota surfed through the sea of traffic to the cab stop, cutting off a bright yellow Taxi trying to pull in. The taxi's honks were accompanied by the bitter shouts from the pedestrians at the stop. Despite their hallowing, Jackson stepped out of the back of...
Jackson McCarthy
~ Friday 10th November 1950 ~
~ The Sullivans Pub, Dublin ~
Jackson shook the remaining blood from his knuckles, before sliding them between the opening of his jacket pocket. "Jacksonville is a bloody joke, they are," Jackson chuckled, removing a pack of Carroll cigarettes. "I...
Jackson McCarthy
~ Friday 10th November 1950 ~
~ The Sullivans Pub, Dublin ~
Conor didn't need to tell Jackson twice, as he immediately bobbed his finger up to Miles for a single pint. He slid his way down to the table beside the two, accompanied by a toothy smile. Before he could finish his...
Jackson McCarthy
~ Friday 10th November 1950 ~
~ The Sullivans Pub, Dublin ~
Jackson's trembling hands clasped against the pub's heavy wooden doors, shoving them open as if they were made of paper mache. A roar of laughter whisked into the club, along with the cool Dublin breeze. Jackson...
Jackson McCarthy
Jackson: Have you ever had to carry out a job for the Porters that you disagreed with? What was it?
James and I have always been pretty much on the same page. He wanted people taken care of and I was always there to do it for him. We have the same morals - no women, no...
Gabriel - Did your experience in the second Great War change your outlook on the Mob mentality?
Gabriel - Did you ever have any personal run-ins with the Sullivan affiliates from Chicago, A.E Emmet or Ronin?
Misty - What was your inspiration for the big bad Moretti?
Jackson McCarthy
Age - 42 (March 22, 1929)
Nickname(s) - Casúr
Height: 5'10
Face Claim: Jake Gyllenhaal
Song: Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra
Accent: Irish with a slight mix of Cockney
Affiliation - The Irish Mob
Role -
Overseer, Muscle, Bodyguard, Enforcer
Skills -
Charm...