Eamon Malachy Malloy (a.k.a. Wick)
Description
Eamon Malloy walks with a slow, deliberate step—like he’s listening for something buried just beneath the concrete. His face is pale and hollow, mouth always stained red as if he’s just bitten into something raw. He wears a threadbare green greatcoat, old army boots, and a charm-laced satchel that reeks of moss and copper. Lines of ritual scars—some fresh, some ancient—lace his forearms and neck. His breath fogs even in summer. They call him Wick because he lights candles with blood and leaves waxy offerings in places no one dares touch.Personality
Calm, intense, and quiet as a grave, Eamon speaks in short, clipped sentences. Every word feels heavy, as if he’s measuring it before letting it go. He’s loyal to the Kanes and respects Vince, but everyone else earns his words the hard way. When Eamon talks Veil, it sounds like scripture. When he talks death, it sounds like memory.Habits
Keeps a blood-soaked pouch of teeth and roots tied to his belt Marks thresholds and doorways in dried ox blood “to keep what’s bound, bound” Never eats in front of others Sings in Irish Gaelic when he works rites—low, wordless, and crackedHooks & Angles
Member of the Crooked Horn—practices old, dark rites kept alive in back alleys and stock pens Has kept a warded blood circle beneath the Sherman stash house since day one Once silenced a witness by draining their tongue’s memory—not their voice, their memory The Kanes trust him like kin, and Spats won’t move on certain jobs without his blessing
Year of Birth
1908 CE
45 Years old
Birthplace
Back of the Yards, Chicago
Children
Eyes
Mossy green with flecks of red; dilate unpredictably
Hair
Dirty blond, kept long and braided tight with string and bone
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale, with deep vein-shadowing and faint black tattoos across the collarbone
Height
5'11"
Weight
159 lbs.
Belief/Deity
Old Irish blood faith—rites that predate the Church and outlasted Cromwell
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