Deadlands Noir: Chicago Nights
A nice, honest and hardworking guy. What else can you say? When it comes to a street brawl, he's not a slouch.
Stats: To be added
Interests: Ocean and ships, Music, Bands and Musicians
Everything else: Tba
”The night was cold. Peter had the regulary irregular square-patterned sweater on, like he always has; atleast on Mondays and Tuesdays. John laid in his bed trying to cover my ears to no avail, as there was no door between the bunk-room and the kitchen. That was the end of his childhood.”
John’s childhood was far from dancing on the roses. North-side of the town was not the prime place to live in and his family did not make things easier. Having an alcoholic as a father-figure just doesn’t cut it, and while John’s mother did all she could for the child, there’s no running from the fist and the stove. As such Granny Lowell, from Lilian’s side, was probably the most influencial figure in John’s childhood.
Granny Lowell was a fine lady once in her life. But times are changing and the years left their mark on poor Janet. A lady once sought after in the higher-profile circles of Chigago was completely forgotten after her spouse died to sarcoma. Losing respect having turned into a single-mother, the life of this fine Irish woman was soon to crumble and she withdrew to live to the Northern parts of the city. The time spent on the top of the social circles taught her a crucial lesson; sometimes you just can’t pick your path, whatever your current situation is.
And that was the lesson she decided to teach to John. Granny Lovell had her own touch to the message as well, ”Beggart’s can’t be choosers”. Hearing this clause numerous times during his visits in the granny’s shack, the phrase started catching on to John.
John’s father, Peter, was once a fine gentleman working for the press. He was booted after having a heated argument with the chief editor about political views, during of which Peter ended up breaking up a window and an office desk. He had terrible time finding a new job after angering such an important figure, and ended up being depressed. As if depression and anger management issues were not enough, Peter grabbed the bottle and started hanging out with the devil himself.
Peter ended up having a good streak. He drank a bit first but ended up running out of money; that’s why you can take some loan from the Wisemen. And buy the stuff from them as well: you have their money, they’ll surely give you some discount (not to mention the mob was the main provider of alcohol). The interactions were stressful to an extent, and Peter didn’t want more stress. Time to pour some more rum and shower the harms away.
All this time John’s mother, Lilian, was on the receiving end of several assaults and general violence and verbal abuse. She took it all without saying too much, without whining. Without choosing. Lilian believed he was destined to raise her child in this conditions as best as she could, and her husband was only a minor setback; after all she had two children, she was somewhat healthy and had nice neighbours; the such. And how could Lilian know whether or not these kind of assaults were normal; Lilian’s mother didn’t talk about her spouse that much.
Yes, the paragraph above said two children. Ian McCulfrey was also Lilian’s son, just from previous marriage. Geoff McCulfrey was a sailor and left to Ireland to see relatives with Ian when Ian was a small kid. Lilian stayed and waited for Geoff some years to come, but to no avail. Geoff never sent a letter, never contacted Lilian, and after some years Lilian met Peter.
As if a shortage of money, some problems with the Mafia and violence at home wasn’t enough, the pinnacle of problems was only to come. Peter totally flipped after Lilian came home and told she wanted a divorce. Lilian wasn’t prepared for this reaction and couldn’t respond accordingly and got beaten down really badly. Peter continued the assault until Lilian stopped moving. All this time John was in the other room, hands covering his ears and hiding under the bedsheet.
To John’s luck the local policeman Roger Potter happened to be on his regular patrol just outside the flat. He was leaning to the lamppost when the yelling, shouting, screaming and general noise attracted his attention. Roger was a fairly young and inexperienced cop but he thought that it sounded dire, and rushed to help. When Potter arrived to the doorway, Lilian was laying down badly bruised before Peter’s feet. Peter was just turning towards the bedroom when he noticed Roger and assaulted the policeman as well. Luckily for the bluebell, he had prepared his baton and was able to knock the offender out before the assault took momentum.
Peter was taken to jail shortly after. The trial was not long, and it was not pretty. There was not much Peter had to say to his defence, and he realised that jail could save him from some trouble with the mob. He went willingly, not knowing what would wait him.
John spent the following years living with Granny. When John was 17, Janet passed away peacefully. John organized her funeral and started living on his own. Around this time Ian came to the picture.
Nowadays John has spends his time working in the harbor. He does what is asked, and what is needed. The pay is not much, the work is hard and varying, but Beggarts, they can’t be choosers. He also helps his neighbours in the Harrison Street in all ways he can; this includes doing daily tasks, tinkering, engineering, painting, sowing et cetera. Ian and John see eachother from time to time, sometimes more regularly.
The most recent thing catching John’s attention is Elisabeth Kent. This young lady came to receive a shipping and John was the one delivering the cargo to her in the harbour. John knows Elisabeth is a fine lady and somehow affected with some higher instances. Some rich people, he always thinks. And he sure is right.