Declan Joseph Mallory

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Description

Declan carries himself like a man with ghosts at his back. Broad-shouldered but slouched from years on the street, he’s got a square jaw and gray eyes that don’t blink easy. His clothes are clean, not fancy—same workman’s jacket his father wore, patched and kept out of principle. There’s a calm to him, but it’s the kind that makes drunks shut up and kids sit still. In Canaryville, the Mallory name still means something, and Dec wears it like an old weight.

Personality

Quiet, grounded, and slow to trust. Declan isn’t flashy, but he commands respect. He believes the Butcher Boys need roots, not just fists—and resents Ox’s brute leadership almost as much as Kenny’s ambition. He’s loyal to the gang, not the man on top, and that distinction is starting to matter more. Declan isn’t a traitor, but if leadership fails the neighborhood? He’ll step up, traditions be damned.

Habits

Lights a fresh cigarette but never finishes it

Always touches the crucifix around his neck before entering a room

Keeps a battered notebook filled with old neighborhood names and debts

Talks to Ox in private, but never in front of the younger crew

Hooks & Angles

His grandfather helped form the gang’s original roots during the Yard Wars of the '20s

Old-timers in Canaryville still look to him when Ox starts cracking heads

Has one foot in politics—knows people in the ward office

May try to broker peace between the old guard and the rising Irish undercurrent… or lead it himself

Year of Birth

1922 CE 31 Years old

Birthplace

Canaryville, Chicago

Eyes

Pale gray, tired but steady

Hair

Dark auburn with streaks of gray, combed back

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Weathered, freckled, crooked nose from an old brick fight

Height

5'11"

Weight

190 lbs.

Belief/Deity

Irish Catholic (devout in his own quiet way)