NameKeela Annabelle Duffy
NicknameLala, Keke, Anna, Belle, and The Duffy Family Treasure.
Age19
Place of BirthDublin, Northern Ireland
FamilyFergal Duffy (Father)
Esther Duffy nee Finnegan (Mother)
Ronan Duffy (Brother)
Olivia Duffy (Sister)
2 brothers and 3 sisters (to be named)
Liam Duffy-Moyer (Son)
Oliver Moyer (Fiance)
OccupationUnlike her other siblings, she's got no place in the family business. Unable to work with her family, she finds herself pursuing other things. She frequently models and is a dance instructor as well.
PersonalityLet's start with the good, right? Well, if people know the Duffys (Particularly her father, sister, and brothers), they find it hard to believe that she's from the brood. She's always got a smile on her face and enjoys life as a whole. It doesn't matter who you come across, everyone will describe Keke pretty much the same as the others; She's very sweet and nurturing but a very free and independent spirit that craves what life has to offer. The girl has a spirit that can't be tamed. She doesn't like when people treat her like she's still a child or tries to make executive decisions for her life. She will fight back if she feels uncomfortable or frustrated.
Speaking of fighting, that's where the Duffy side of her begins to show. She tends to start with a passive aggressive attitude towards her aggressor, but she can easily be pushed into a hyper-aggressive state if the stress or irritation is there. She's a huge advocate for self-expression, especially through various art forms. She's always on about which tattoo she's going to get next and keeps various books filled with drawings and tattoo ideas. One thing you'll hardly see her without is her laptop, phone, camera, and video camera. She's forever interviewing people, just following them with a camera, photographing things, or concocting ideas for her next film project. A lot of her films are art related; She loves making documentaries on dance and art history.
Keela is just this...bubbly person full of energy. She rarely ever sleeps and seems to run just fine even so, often scolded by her friends and family that she needs to sleep more often. It's almost as though she's like a child, worried that as soon as she goes to sleep all of the good stuff will happen. She's a total sweetheart, this girl. Just don't make her mad.
HistoryNearly twenty years ago, Keela Annabelle Duffy was born to Fergal and Esther Duffy in a large home on the outskirts of Dublin. She was a rather pampered child, having seven siblings and a mother to constantly dote on her. So, her childhood was pretty normal for a child born in the upper class. But her life wasn't as much the fairytale that her family had painted for her. While she was playing with her friends, attending her classes, and just being a kid, her brothers and sisters were busy pulling off bank heists, overseeing their footsoldiers pushing drugs, and torturing men in their basements for information.
She had no idea that her family was the most powerful and successful crime family in all of Dublin.
She found out later in life, around the age of nine. She overheard her family talking business as they always did after Sunday dinner at their mother's house. She never did let it bother her though. While many children might have been frightened or even shocked at such a revelation, nothing really seemed to change about her. At least not immediately. She slowly began to hang around her siblings more than usual, even going so far as to spy on them. She wanted to be like them. Her eyes were opened and she saw the fear and respect that they commanded with only their silent presence and it was a marvelous thing, even daring to try the same. She didn't want to be like them for the power, oh no. She just didn't want to be the odd one out. Of course, she realized that they went through great lengths to prevent her from finding out about their involvement with the other side of the law, so she was careful not to let on that she knew anything about it. She knew that they weren't about to “show her the ropes” of the family business, so she often did some research of her own. Her “Duffy genes” didn't often come to surface, with the exception of when she was at school and needed to get a message across.
Her family continued to see her as the baby of the bunch, their sweet and innocent little gem.
At least until she got pregnant.
She was young – Going on eighteen but not quite, just a month short. To this day, she has yet to see her relationship as a mistake. His name: Oliver Moyer. Oliver had been somewhat of a body guard for her since she was a child. Whenever things were tense with other families, Ronan would have his closest friend shadow Keela and take her where she needed to go and provide her with whatever she wanted. It shouldn't have been too much of a surprise when the twenty-four year old man fell in love with the teenager, though neither of the starstruck lovers expected to fall into bed with one another so quickly. Still, they did. She was soon enough carrying his child and burdened with their secret. She feared that her father and brothers would kill Oliver if they ever found out that he was the father of Liam (though she was surprised that they didn't at least guess it was him considering they share a middle name and a few genetic features) so she kept her mouth shut. Still, they were understanding of her and supportive during her time of need.
She moved out of her parents' house shortly before the birth of Liam, unable to bear the look of disappointment that she constantly found in Esther's eyes. She bought a large loft in the nicer part of town. It was literally right next door to Oliver. With the aid of her siblings, biological and in-laws, and her lover, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and named him after his father and grandfather: Liam Sydney Duffy.
Five months later and their secret is still safe with only a few suspicions aroused.
Cast StatusMain
Extra| She is a 2nd dan black belt in Taekwondo. |
| She has fourteen years of dance training and thirteen in violin, piano, and guitar. |
| She lives for style and never leaves the house looking “frumpy”. |
| She can tell you anything you want to know about almost any movie. |
| Tattoos:
Left arm, right arm, &
left foot. |
| She is ambidextrous. |
| All of her tattoos are self-given and designed. |
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NameOliver Liam Moyer
NicknamesOlli and The Mechanic
Age27
Place of BirthTalbotshill, Kilkenny, Ireland
FamilyLiam Duffy-Moyer (Son)
Keela Duffy (Fiance)
OccupationOliver works at a small garage in his spare time but is paid by the family to guard Keela and Liam. He's also well put to use as muscle when they need it.
PersonalityOliver is a sweet and loving man if there ever was one. He can be a bit headstrong, hard to sway once he's put his mind to something, but that comes from being on his own for so long and having to make his own executive decisions in life. He's about as streetwise as they come and isn't afraid to get his hands a little bit dirty. His loyalty lasts a lifetime (or at least until he's betrayed) and he does his best to remain as much of an honorable man as he can muster for the general line of work that he's in. He's very respectful and when it comes to working hard, he has no problem. He doesn't like handouts and prefers to work for everything. He doesn't believe in giving charity or pity to those who are capable but lazy. He is very much a family man and places his family above all others, willing to put his life on the line to keep the Duffys safe. He has take the rap for them more than a few times, earning himself a few nights in jail and a few more in prison.
Words cannot describe how much love he has for the family that took him in. He is a very grateful and appreciative man, never taking anything in his life for granted. When he gets angry, there is absolutely nowhere that you can hide that he won't find you. He learned from the best that death is an art and it's not about the destination, but the journey. Torture happens to be a specialty of his and he never uses guns. He tends to use only his own body, though he's been known to have beaten people to death with a wrench (hence being called The Mechanic) when seriously pissed. But underneath all that, he's an extremely thoughtful and kid man who cares about the people around him. He's quite the teddy bear.
HistoryOliver was born to Nicholas and Jessica Moyer in Ireland. They weren't a wealthy family, barely scraping by each month on his father's salary as a mechanic and his mother's as a waitress in a small diner whose busiest day had fifteen customers. But they were a happy family, Oliver having an older sister that watched him while his parents worked. Hailey was a lovely young woman, though she didn't really have any big dreams. After she finished school, she decided to stay home with her parents and help take care of her baby brother. All she ever wanted was to have a family of her own one day. She went out with her friends to meet guys whenever her parents took Oliver to work; Oliver learned a lot about cars and cooking from being around his parents. His sister just taught him how to look classy without having to spend a lot of money.
He was ten years old when he lost his parents. A man came into their home and gunned down both of them before taking everything that was of value - Which wasn't very much. Oliver still remembers holding his parents and crying as they bled out and died in his arms before the ambulances had the chance to get there. His sister was sleeping over at a friend's and Oliver didn't know which one or any phone number to contact her so she didn't find out until it hit the newspapers two days later. After the funeral, the two were put into foster care and began a short time of bouncing around from abusive home to abusive home before Oliver finally talked Jessica into running away with him. After a while, they had landed in Dublin and their faces were soon lost in the crowd. Nobody searched for them - They were just two random kids out of hundreds in the system. It was no big loss. They didn't mind because they didn't want to be found. Jessica got a job as an escort (much to Oliver's disapproval) and they moved in with a friend that she had made after two months of being an escort and living in a small motel room.
Oliver was twelve when he started working in a mechanic's shop as his father did and soon starting to wash dishes at a small diner. His purpose in life had become to take care of Jessica after she had gotten hooked on drugs and began to come home late and fucked up, sometimes not returning home for days at a time. Oliver tried to talk her into getting some other job when she came home with bruises and cuts but she assured him that she was fine. He was pushed into pickpocketing and robbing houses when she began to stop charging money for sex, sometimes doing it just for the sex or for drugs.
It all went downhill and uphill at the same time when she took him to a party. He was sixteen years old (she was 25) and he had become hardened by the life he lead. The man she was escorting was the man that had been beating her as well as the one who had gotten her started on drugs. The party was one held by the Duffy family. When Oliver saw the man, he immediately recognized him as the one that killed his parents and he saw red. He invited the man outside for a smoke, taking him to the garage. But they weren't going to smoke. Oliver had a wrench with him that he always carried and it was with that wrench that he bludgeoned the man to death until Ronan pulled him off, having heard the commotion. The boy was dragged away screaming, taking down to the basement where Esther Duffy asked him why he did that and who sent him.
He calmly explained his situation, assuring her and her sons that his parents were not involved in any sort of crime. They were humble people with meager jobs. They took sympathy on him and Esther then decided to adopt him, much to Fergal's disapproval. She even put him through school. It didn't take long for him to bond with the family, though his sister was furious. He still loved her despite the venomous things that she had to say about him. Even knowing that Thomas had killed her parents, she was still upset that her brother killed the man she was going to marry.
She died a few years later after an overdose on heroine.
Oliver had become part of the Duffy family and soon enough part of their business. His life changed with Keela though. She was seven years old when he first became part of the family and he never did think too much about her. She was a little sister to him and he enjoyed spending time with her. He watched her grow up from a little girl to a young woman and found himself getting closer than what was socially acceptable, unable to help it. He spent so much time with her, always appointed as her bodyguard. He went to school with her, watching her from the shadows, accompanied her out of town when she went to a big game or had some competition. They were fated to be. He had killed people for her. Not that she asked. Or knew.
He fell madly in love with her and she with he.
When she announced that they were going to have a baby, he was excited and terrified. He wanted to tell the family about their secret relationship, but she forbade him from doing so. Words couldn't describe the joy he felt when he was the first to hold his son. He had lucked out, escorting Keela to the hospital when she went into labor and the family having to fight through traffic to get there. He did his best to play it cool around the family when it came to interacting with Liam, always referring to himself as "Uncle Olli" But in the comfort of his home when he babysat or when he was alone with Keela, he was daddy.
Cast StatusMain
Extra| He is a champion of underground BKB (Bare Knuckle Boxing) |
| He is a master mechanic |
| He enjoys building and restoring vehicles |
| He rides a 1995 Harley Sportster 883 |
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NameOlivia Penelope Duffy
NicknamesLibby, Liv, Penny, Wild, and The Duffy Family Shame.
Age24
Place of BirthDublin, Ireland
FamilyEsther Duffy (Mother)
Fergal Duffy (Father)
Ronan Duffy (Brother)
Keela Duffy (Sister)
Liam Duffy (Nephew)
OccupationPimp, escort, prostitute, drug dealer, and club owner.
PersonalityWhat words are there that can describe the second youngest of the Duffy clan? Oh, right: Selfish, self-important, narcissistic, megalomaniacal, vindictive, elegant, and wild. That sounds about right. Olivia Duffy...Well. It's a surprise that the bitch is still alive. For the past eleven years, hardly a day goes by when she's not high on something or completely drunk. It's gotten to the point where her moment of highest clarity comes only when she's got something in her system. She lives her life on the edge and only looks out for one person: Olivia Duffy. Sure, she has friends and she cares about them. But she would just as quickly throw them under the bus to save her own ass. She'll look out for her family only when their lives are in danger. Otherwise, she could give a damn less about them and what they do. In fact, she makes it a mission to get under their skin every time she sees them.
Her life revolves around satisfying the basic human cravings. She lives in nihilism despite her Catholic upbringing, figuring that there is in fact, no afterlife. There's only the here and the now and you're wasting your time if you aren't enjoying yourself. Her every day consists of fucking, drinking, snorting, injecting, popping, killing, fucking, drinking, smoking, fucking, injecting, dancing, and sleeping. With Robbie Ross in her life, things have only escalated and there was a time when they had spent an entire week locked inside her apartment, fighting for sexual dominance. Love? An idea made up by people for an excuse to get into someone's pants, have people do and buy shit for them, and so they won't feel so lonely and pathetic. It's all bullshit to her. What she has with Robbie is nothing more than a connection sparked by what they believe is something superior to any emotion anyone could feel. But it's not love. She doesn't care because she's found someone who can keep up with her.
When it comes to conducting business, she three times as ruthless as her brothers. She lacks any form of compassion and understanding when people get in the way of what she wants. And she wants money because money gets her nice things. Screwing her over on a deal or failing to follow orders when working with Wild is tantamount to signing your death warrant. She plays no games and gives no fucks. She always gets what she wants in the end and it doesn't matter who has to die in order for that to happen. When she's not angry, I guess you could say that she's generally a nice person. She's very outgoing (high strung, maybe) and far more intelligent than anyone but Robbie gives her credit for.
HistoryShe used to be a sweet girl. Really. She was. From birth to the age of eight, she was as Keela was. She was a daddy's girl, that's for sure. She was very bright and inquisitive. She loved her baby sister when Keela was born and could often be found sleeping in the crib with her. But she eventually just...snapped. She began to grow more violent and spiteful, often getting sent home from school for terrorizing her teachers and classmates. She was verbally abusive towards her family members and had been caught stealing from them as well. She was twelve when she began to really go downhill, hanging out with the "wrong crowd" and getting into drinking, smoking, vandalism, and sex. She was constantly sneaking out and returning home far past the hours of her bedtime. She was growing wilder with each passing day, enjoying the attention that she got from it. But her fun wasn't going to last.
Unable to control her, Esther and Fergal decided to send the fourteen year old off to the convent.
That didn't exactly help much either. She still managed to escape every now and then and find her way to a nearby party. Sometimes she'd get back before it was noticed that she was gone but many times she would be caught by the cops and dragged back to the convent. Even within the confines of those walls she managed to have her fun, sneaking in drugs and liquor and having her way with a few of the girls there that were her age. Nothing was going to stop her obsessive need for anarchy. She was constantly in trouble and it didn't bother her. She seemed to get a high from the attention and got off with the punishment. She was sixteen when she started sleeping with cops to get her off the hook.
At the age of eighteen they were no longer allowed to hold her and she was free to go. She celebrated by throwing a party that lasted for two weeks. It made local, national, and international news. It was absolute heaven for her, surrounded by everything that society deemed off limits. After the party died down, she got to work on her own business. She built a club called "Nihilsm". It was (and still is) looked down upon by "polite society"; it was an exhibitionist club. Still, it remains a favorite for many political figures and celebrities as a place to unwind and let their sexual fantasies come to life. She openly deals her drugs there as well as pimps out her friends, paying off the cops who come by to check every now and again.
Now, her life changed completely when she met Robbie Ross Holmes. For better or for worse? It's still undecided. Her brother Ronan had sent her to see what sort of man was and whether or not he was good to deal business with. From that moment on, the two had begun a relationship driven by sex, a fight for dominance, murder, and drugs.
Cast StatusUndecided
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