― Regulation ！

do not interact :
those actively promoting or engaging in raceplay, bestiality, vore, and pedophilia.warning — this account contains :
lewd/vulgar language, mature/explicit content, violence, death, substance abuse, coercion, homophobia, mental illness, trauma, && exploration of sexuality.

― About ！

general ◌
01. natural to dublin, ireland — born of discipline, patience, && power. son of margot && cormac kallahan.
02. scorpio. mid-late twenties. stands at 5'8".
03. he/him. pansexual, though often posing as heterosexual.
04. estranged father to a three-year-old daughter, eleanor.legacy ◌
01. old-money wealth — rarely flaunted, but known.
02. lineage rooted in organized crime.
03. occasional stalker — when instinct strikes, or control slips.status ◌
01. renowned photographer, quietly employed at an esteemed university in the u.s.
02. heir to a legacy he never asked for — yet was seemingly made for.

― Attributes ！

traits ◌
01. holds loyalty && family above all else.
02. sharply observant.
03. thoughtful.
04. cold at first glance.
05. blunt.
06. protective to a fault.
07. quietly ambitious.
08. charismatic when it serves a point.
09. highly analytical.
10. calm.
11. vain — sharply dressed, image-controlled.
12. the type to slip through a crowd unnoticed.likes ◌
01. organization.
02. silence.
03. the night, when there are fewer eyes and less suspicion.
04. the mountains, a place of peace, stillness, and picturesque views that remind him of home.
05. journaling && letter writing, both sentimental to family and important to organization.
06. capturing memories, preferably those he shouldn’t.
07. fitness, more on an obsessive level for health than for daily functionality.
08. murder, when deemed necessary.dislikes ◌
01. those who aren’t very bright.
02. talking && talkers in general.
03. people in general.
04. nosy types.
05. the media, whom he sees as vultures sent to smear the kallahan name.
06. constant relocation.
07. inconsiderate people — details are important to him.
08. those who take what they have or others for granted, as it reminds him of what he’s lost.
09. blind optimists.
10. authority, unless it's his own.

― Lineage ！

Maddox Kallahan wasn’t exactly raised like the normies who surrounded him. his childhood, while enveloped in a veil of wealth and privilege, was defined by something most didn’t have: love. his parents, Margot and Cormac, were still together, still in love, still hopelessly devoted to one another. in a world characterized by unbounded measures of infidelity and deceit, he grew up watching two people stay.as an only child, quiet and oftentimes lost in thought, his mind drifting among the clouds, he never quite fit in with his peers. they called his wonder weird, his spacey behavior or over-analytical approach to life off-putting. what they couldn’t comprehend, they mocked—especially after his mother’s passing. he was just ten when her soul gave way to her terminal illness. and children, as they are, were cruel. the harassment cut deep into his psyche, but the sympathy somehow felt worse. even those who meant no harm couldn’t silence the ones who did.after her death, he kept busy—always traveling, more by obligation than by choice. as his father’s right hand, his heir, there were lessons to learn, deals to shadow, and violence to endure. but no matter how far he went, Dublin always whispered his name. it was where his mother had once waited—where he learned his manners, his calm. the line he would spend his whole life walking.around eleven, London became a more permanent place. sometimes he was with his father, more often just with Donal—a bodyguard, a constant ghost in the room—who helped him handle the distance. he kept his head down, did the work, but when a close friend was taken from him at fourteen, it hit differently. a second fracture he didn’t care to talk about. life blurred after that.crime and art. blood and cameras. two rising names tied to one boy. he spent the next few years in Berlin, still under his father’s thumb but honing his creative eye. he returned to Dublin at eighteen, trying to live something close to real. there, he met Elara and fell into something that almost felt like peace. they had a daughter—Eleanor—when he was twenty-three. he tried to be what his father had been to him: present, strong, loyal.but old habits, violent ties, and obsessive patterns cracked the foundation. Elara left, taking their daughter. he sends money, writes letters, and hasn’t seen either of them since Eleanor turned two.in these changing times, the family he once had is nothing more than an afterthought. his mission now: to stand by his lineage, to uphold the Kallahan name, and to do whatever it takes to protect something so sacred—even if his true passion lies beyond a flashing lens.