Mitchell Dean Quigley

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Description

Mitch struts like he owns the sidewalk—greased hair tall enough to challenge gravity, sleeves rolled to show off half-finished tattoos, and boots scuffed from too many fights. He’s got a busted nose, a sneer that rarely leaves his face, and the kind of glare that invites a punch. There’s nothing subtle about him—he’s all revved engines, flying fists, and bad ideas shouted like gospel.

Personality

Mitch is arrogant to a fault and as predictable as a haymaker. He wants respect, but doesn’t know how to earn it, so he settles for noise and fear. He’s a showboat with a short fuse, and he thinks being loud makes him a leader. When pushed, he either escalates or folds—usually depending on who’s watching.

Habits

Starts fights just to end them badly.
Rips off anyone he thinks won’t hit back.
Brags about jobs he didn’t finish.
Worships old hot rod culture like scripture.

Hooks & Angles

First met the Sinners in a brawl behind a roller rink—he’s still got the scar.
Thinks Bagels and the Outfit are soft, but also secretly terrified of them.
Keeps a Veil-infused switchblade he stole from a CPD evidence locker—doesn’t know what it really does.
Would be easy to manipulate or set up, especially if someone strokes his ego or calls him “boss” with a straight face.

Year of Birth

1928 CE 25 Years old

Birthplace

Canaryville, Chicago

Eyes

Pale blue, often bloodshot

Hair

Jet black, greased into a thick pompadour

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair, usually sunburnt, covered in faded bruises and road rash

Height

5'9"

Weight

185 lbs.

Belief/Deity

Catholic