History

Cillian’s prospects were bleak, born into servitude in Reluir and destined to live life as a slave. Having known no other life, he didn’t question the way of the world and excelled at his duties—and thanks to his exemplary performance, he was a favorite in the household before he even reached his first half-century. Taken abroad with his master’s family to see the sights, his first exposure to the outside world was one of unease— for he was suddenly uncomfortably aware of how his circumstances could be very different. He battled with all that he had known and the outside world that was a mysterious oyster of opportunity for thirty years before finally finding a smuggler to spirit him away.

Trafficked through Tusa to Linhythe, Cillian was pushed into dirty work for the smugglers to whom he now owed a hefty debt. But learning the ropes quickly, he rose in the ranks and cultivated a reputation for being exceptionally brutal. His unnecessary violence was quickly checked by the law, and upon his release from jail, he attempted to go clean with odd jobs around the city. In construction, he found a career where he might have lived peacefully— if not for his falling in love with the daughter of his previous gang leader. They married, and he was inevitably dragged back into the gang by his father-in-law, who groomed him to take over his position. The two egos clashed, and after Cillian had wrung everything he needed from the man, he arranged a hit to get rid of him. The takeover was smooth, and Cillian enjoyed success at the leader at the expense of unknowingly destroying his home life. Bouts of illness plagued him for months before he realized that his wife had been slowly poisoning him after finding out what he had done to her father, and though he swiftly locked her away, the damage had been done.

He was tired of gang life, of constantly looking over his shoulder waiting for someone to kill him for this or that reason, and began to earnestly take steps to legitimize their business ventures. Living a normal life as a free man had been his goal when he fled Reluir, and he intended to fulfill it now that he had survived his closest brush with death. Their gang faded from notoriety when they became a legal operation, and he at last enjoyed a peaceful life as the proprietor of a bar near the city port. But dozens of years passed, and peace grew stale. His children were grown, the human gangsters he’d worked with were gray, and his elven brethren were as bored as he. Yet without lifting so much as a finger, excitement came to them.

The new gangs had started a war. He meddled extensively with the turf wars, satisfied with his hand in supporting the ascension of the Gold Gang to power. But the incessant feeling of being under someone else’s beck and call troubled him, and he resolved to remove himself from Rosette’s influence. That opportunity came when Linhythe was attacked, and with his bar and a great deal of his physical assets up in flames, the time to retake power was now or never. With Vernon and Rosette eliminated in the attack, he began to quietly re-consolidate his power as a previous generation gang leader, carefully avoiding the watchful eye of Martial Law. Creating a make shift organization to deal with clean up of the city, he veiled his meetings and preparation, and upon being released from the burden of soldiers watching his every move, quickly claimed the majority of the turf in the city. Absorbing the stragglers from the old color gangs, particularly the once powerful Gold Gang of which he had lent a heavy hand during their last big war, he rebranded them as a colorless, Silver gang. In desperate need of government and police connections, he seized the opportunity in Walter Phillips, a contender for the position of governor that had gang ties and had frequented Cillian’s bar before it’s untimely demise. Gently "discouraging" Walter’s competition, he secured his connection, and is now earnestly rebuilding the capital he needs to make Linhythe a proper contender in the underground world once again.