the spymaster

Basic

Name: Daylen Walsh Nickname: N/A Alias: N/A Age: 45 Sexuality: Bisexual Alignment: True Neutral  Affiliation: Walsh Family Position: Council Occupation: Political Consultant 

Tropes:  Pragmatic Villainy, Nothing Personal, Challenge Seeker, Evil Virtues, Combat Pragmatist, Xanatos Gambit,

Chaste ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Lustful Energetic ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Vengeful Generous ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Selfish Honest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●  Deceitful Just ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Arbitrary Merciful ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Cruel Modest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Proud Pious ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌ Worldly Prudent ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Reckless Temperate ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Indulgent Trusting ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Suspicious Valorous ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly

Detailed

Personality: 

Important Info: 

The Innocent Dove- the youngest son of Daylen, 20 and deeply sheltered from the dark life of his father and family. He has an idealized perception of the family, and so far has been spared from the truth.

The Restless Soldier- the elder son of Daylen, 23 and angry at the world. He became a soldier, despite his parents protests, and was dishonorably discharged after several violent attacks against his fellow soldiers. He wants to join the family business but his over protective father has threatened to geld anyone who tries to bring him in.

The Empress- Daylen’s wife. They married young; her parents were wealthy and they were able to manipulate them into giving her power of attorney. They took all their wealth and were eventually able to remove them entirely. 

The Game- from the time he was in his thirties, Daylen has made a bit of sport out of his infidelity. He seduces a man, gets him to fall in love with him and eventually murders him. He calls them his toys, or pets. It’s an open secret in the family that his various affairs will inevitably lead to the young man going missing. His murderous intent is tolerated by the family because Daylen is so useful.

Motus Operandi- Daylen is a serial killer with a rather unusual ‘type’. He targets not racial groups, genders or sexualities but those he believes are simply... attractive. People he believes he can get to fall in love with him. Ultimately the age, gender and ethnicity of his targets are not relevant to him. So long as he or she is sexually attracted to him, they are a viable target.

Bio

Daylen grew up in relative privilege. In a powerful family with great expectations on him, he was under incredible pressure. As a young man that pressure nearly broke him, but in the end he became hardened by it. His own parents encouraged his monstrous future, seeking to make him strong. Tragically, they died when he was still fairly young. Inheriting their modest fortune, Daylen set aside what plans they had for his life and created his own. 

Eventually marrying, he and his wife, his Empress, were a powerful pair. They walked a path of deception and challenges, and only together were they strong enough to succeed. His in-laws did not approve of the union, all too aware of the criminal element of Daylen’s rather large family. He knew his future would only be certain if he claimed power, and so the loving couple set out to claim her parent’s wealth and authority. Through a series of manipulations and calculated risks they were able to gain power of attorney over their fortune. 

With that nest egg they began scheming once more. It took years, but Daylen was able to maneuver himself into a position of respect and power. He gained a place on the Council, and with his network of spies and informants he was able to uncover an investigation against the family. All it took was pulling the right strings. With naught but words and a few well placed vices he was able to unravel the investigation. With that masterful manipulation his value to the family was proven without a shadow of a doubt.

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“‘Course you do.” 

Albeit a decision Jacques will surely regret, he does order himself a wine — the best they have, the skittish waiter assured —, if only to make the ambiance a little more up to par. 

“So.” He lets the single syllable and a gulp of wine clean his palate. “Fella who wouldn’t stop coming t’ my place, harassing my girls,” — never forget, everything at Faux Folie, he owns — “who is it? What’d he want?” 

It was an all too familiar sort of language. Daylen used it, as well. Mine. My this, my that. Everything was a possession. If it wasn’t a belonging it was a threat or liability. The longer they spent in the same room the more Daylen suspected he and Jacques had quite a bit in common. 

“Mmm, yes. Mr. Davis. A tough piece of meat, but not that clever. That one is an armature stalker, full time loser. According to my informant, he likes to take pictures. Had quite a few in taken in that establishment of yours. As well as a handful of diners.“

@crimsonfaux

Daylen was personally offended by the audacity. He gave a pointed glare as he relocated his food to the other side of his table setting. “First of all, how dare you. I have never, in my life, been so affronted.”

Michael Overlan is, perhaps, one of the best forensic accountants in the United States. It’s a shame he’s also so moral. Daylen wanted him firmly under control, and so the obvious answer was to force his hand. 

With the help of his contacts, Daylen had Michael drugged, arranged in photos that would act as blackmail. The stirling reputation of the accountant would have been destroyed, his entire life ruined. So he fell in line, never knowing who he truly answered to. When his services are needed, an unmarked envelope is left on his desk for him. 

@silverncrimson

Oh, yeah. He forgot just how proper Daylen Walsh was. Lincoln sat back, in his jeans and tee shirt, leather jacket on him and sighed. He certainly wasn’t the dress up type, the kind of man Daylen was, didn’t grow up with as much as him, but Lincoln worked hard to get where he was, not that Daylen hadn’t, but he did pride himself on his hard work. He was loyal to a fault at times, and he knew in order to keep his daughter safe, aligning himself with the Walshes was something he could certainly do. He could be useful, definitely, in his skill and he wanted to move up the best way he could. 

“Okay, Daylen.” Lincoln eyed him over his coffee cup and sighed. “What I offer? I can offer a lot of shit. You know I’m a mechanic, so I’m good with my hands. Always have been. I offer protection, loyalty, as long as it is returned in my favor.” He eyed the man across the table. “You know I have a daughter, and it’s just her and I. I want protection for us, Daylen, and I’ll do whatever it takes to provide that protection.” He knew that put him quite the position, but it was true. He would do anything for his daughter. 

Daylen could sympathize with the love of a father trying to provide for his child. He was, himself, a devoted father. But what was most important to him, there, was the loyalty. Daylen knew better than any that loyalty cannot be bought, only earned. With a nod he listens, considering the matter. Protection in exchange for loyalty. Not the worst deal. Abstract; and words. Words were cheap. Easily broken. 

“Shelter from the storm. I can respect that. I offer my personal guarantee, now, that your child will be under my protection. You, my good man, will earn it.“ He’d always had a soft spot for children, even at his most cruel Daylen would never harm a child. Offering his daughter protection was the simplest matter in the world. It also tipped the scales. Little threads, tying them all together. “Consider the mattered settled, for the time being.“