James Francis Callahan (a.k.a. Jimmy C.)
Description
Jimmy Callahan is a barrel-chested, iron-jawed man who smells like pipe smoke, sweat, and the inside of a butcher's coat. He dresses like the bosses of old—flat cap, dark wool overcoat, polished shoes that never touch blood. His voice is thick with South Side brogue, and when he speaks, people stop talking. He’s as much a part of the Yards as rust and steam. Walk through Packingtown, and you’ll hear his name—respectfully. He doesn’t do face-to-face with low-level crews anymore. He doesn't have to.Personality
Old-school, hard-line, and disciplined to the bone. Jimmy C. is a pragmatist who’s carved power from the bones of men who thought they could outfight or outfox him. He values loyalty, hates disloyalty, and has a long memory. While he doesn’t fly off the handle, the grudge he’s holding against the crew for siding against Jimmy O. is ice-cold and permanent. He doesn’t shout—he doesn’t need to. He makes one call, and people disappear.Habits
Lights a match on his bootheel before every negotiation Keeps a folded newspaper in his coat; reads the obits first Drinks black coffee from a chipped mug with a butcher’s union logo Stares too long at people, like he’s already decided their valueHooks & Angles
Deeply tied into the labor unions across the Stockyards—controls hiring, firing, and strikes with a nod Uncle Carm’s most trusted man on the South Side, especially in meatpacking Grew up thick as thieves with Jimmy O.—he blames the crew for how that ended and never forgets Rumored to have his own Veil contact, someone who keeps the “bad air” away from his shops
Year of Birth
1902 CE
51 Years old
Children
Eyes
Icy blue, sharp and focused
Hair
Sandy gray, combed flat under a cap
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Ruddy, pockmarked skin with a jaw like a cinder block
Height
6'0"
Weight
225 lbs.reli
Belief/Deity
Irish Catholic, but rarely seen at mass—pays a priest to light his candles for him
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