Лоркан Келл

Король преступного мира Флинта

Description:

Now in his fifties, the grizzled Kell grew up an enforcer Lorcan Kell for local gangs, then eventually murdered his way into a position of leadership. He does, however, possess a great knack for instilling loyalty in intelligent minions who can run operations for him. Now he feigns gentility, dressing in elegant clothing that conceals no fewer than eight blades at any time.

Kell is unpredictable and hot-headed, confident he can kill anyone who’s a threat, and when people try to stand up against him he takes it as an opportunity for entertainment. For him, nothing’s better for him than taking self-righteous do-gooders down a few pegs by showing off his power.

His seat of power is a theater in Parity Lake where scum are welcome and decent people are turned away. Kell’s guild of thieves practice their lies and legerdemain in the form of stage plays, often improvisational and with life-or-death stakes. Actors practice disguises and assuming unique personas, all the sorts of subtle techniques Kell personally never bothered with. He enjoys the shows, but his favorite game is to drag in a pair of random townspeople, and give one of them the choice of who of the two will receive a beating.

Bio:

All Flint are spoken about killer known as the Ragman, who is said to stalk dark alleys near the canals and drag young men into the sewers. He has been tied to at least six disappearances in the past year, but so far law enforcement have taken few steps to catch him. Strange occult symbols scrawled on the undersides of bridges that cross the canal have provoked suspicions that the Ragman might be retribution from the long dead witches of Cauldron Hill.

Those with more level heads tend to see the Ragman story as a cover for the murders committed by the local guild of thieves, led by strongman Lorcan Kell. Kell’s guild are most well-known for high-profile abductions and ransoms, while their more mundane crimes often go unreported since three journalists were found decapitated and holding their heads on the bridges over the Stanfield Canal. Many locals allege that the police know perfectly well where to find Kell himself, but are either too corrupt or too scared to go after him.

Лоркан Келл

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