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Player name: Ang
Journal: victimofnoone
AIM: banditpenchant
Email: banditpenchant at gmail
Other characters: None
Character name: William Costigan Jr.
Age: 28
Canon: The Departed
Canon point: The night before he meets up with Sullivan on the rooftop, after things have happened with Costello and Madolyn.
Totem: His St. Jude medallion. When in normal Limbo, it will appear as normal (one side smooth, one side carved into St. Jude's image). When during a fissure, it will appear smooth/blank on both sides.
Weapons: A Walther PPK (9mm semi-automatic) and a Microtech Dragonfly butterfly knife
Abilities/powers: None.
Location: Costigan would bring with him the bar where he first met Costello.
It's a large and quaint establishment made almost entirely out of a medium-brown wood with green glass and dim lighting. Six long rows of liquor line the back of the counter with taps, glasses, ice, and a few fridges underneath the bar. It's nice, as far as bars go, with the feel of a throwback to the golden age of the 1950's, with men in suits sipping whiskey and smoking cigars. Though it has been modernized to serve some of the more fancy drinks of latter years, it still remains the same sort of grungy institution with ash trays and a bathroom that's never entirely clean. It features a very long bar with bar stools, a few scattered tables with chairs, and a couple booths at the end. A payphone (which will work without paying in Limbo) is situated on the wall among the stickers and flyers of a corkboard and a randomly cluttered assortment of postcards, photos with local celebrities (mainly ball players), and framed photographs of what Boston used to look like.
Personality:
Growing up, Costigan was surrounded by people who delighted in petty crime. Even at a young age, he wanted more for himself. He is a hard worker who can excel in anything he sets his mind to. Proud and intelligent, he hates people wasting his time or insulting him. He takes offense to those who would question his devotion… or anything, really. He knows not to pry into the personal lives of others and he expects people to have the same respect for him (that is, of course, unless they are friends).
Though he considers himself to be loyal by nature, that loyalty changes based on who he's around at the time. Costigan understands lines needing to be blurred and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Though it wasn't his ideal plan, he ended up being one of the best undercover officers and learned a lot in his time as a criminal. He's extremely hardened to criticism and will be the first to admit his faults so long as it's to someone he respects. With strangers, he is constantly on guard and appears confident and strong. With those whom he begins to trust, Costigan becomes considerably more vulnerable and is willing to admit to his confusion and insecurity.
Costigan enjoys the power of being in a sensitive position where people rely on him, but he also revels in the lack of control that kind of lifestyle can bring (that is, he needs to feel needed but otherwise enjoys not having great pressures placed upon him); he hates being a leader. He views the stress as overrated and would often rather live a simple life where he doesn't need to always be on his guard because his own happiness and survival is placed above all else.
Never having had the opportunity to keep a girlfriend during his time as a criminal, the closest he came was with Madolyn - and the woman wasn't really right for him. The loneliness eats away at him at times, sometimes prompting him to reach out to random strangers just for the company. Like any good Catholic boy, he holds the highest respect for women and frowns upon others treating them poorly (such as Costello often did).
The once clear moral lines he had established for himself are now blurred and Costigan spends most of his time confused and feeling a bit lost. He muddles around, desperate to prove himself to some person he hasn't quite found or established yet. Despite his insane lifestyle, Costigan actually values honesty more than almost anything and resorts to it in an attempt to find himself as often as possible.
Costigan seeks to be needed wherever he can find that, whether it is with the good guys or bad. He takes to those who show him respect and will try to be whatever anyone wants him to be most of the time (within his own personality and moral code) in order for someone to justify his existence. It's that deep-seeded need for perfection and to prove himself that drives him. Coupled with survival, it means he doesn't really have any limits.
In true Bostonian fashion, Costigan is an Irish Catholic. That means he also has that sense of stubbornness about him in enduring in things that are bad, whether that's relationships (romantic or otherwise) or simply trying to make something work. He doesn't talk about his feelings much, doesn't really air his dirty laundry - so to speak - and isn't very comfortable dealing with others when they're very emotional.
History:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Costigan_Costigan
Both Costigan's parents died years before. While in POST (Peace Officer Standards & Training), he was sent to prison as a way to build credibility for the lifestyle he was trying to avoid. He was an undercover officer the whole time, but his loyalties shifted between both sides. After discovering that Frank Costello, the biggest mafia boss in Boston, was working with the FBI, he arranged for the police to kill Costello because he was worried about ratted out. He was then nearly found out by Colin Sullivan (who was a rat for Costello) and barely escaped. Colin deleted his file and all evidence that he was working for the FBI, making him a common criminal despite all of his efforts.
Costigan was building plans to blackmail Sullivan into a meeting, where he could arrest the man, but he fell asleep the night before and awoke in the waves of Limbo.
3rd person sample:
Costigan awoke slowly, drifting in and out of a daze. He felt disoriented. At first he began to speculate that he had been black bagged by that bastard of a rat, Sullivan, but as his vision began to clear and he found himself on a beach, face being slapped lightly by waves, confusion set in. Certainly that wasn't all a dream.
Letting his eyes drift closed again, he tried to focus his mind, tried to remember exactly what had happened. He remembered being on the phone with Sullivan, threatening him. Remembered visiting Madolyn and mailing the package. The former undercover had considered killing Sullivan before, but knew that justice was the only way to save himself and to obtain freedom. That was in Boston.
Opening his eyes again, Costigan pushed himself up onto his knees and then rolled onto his feet, standing from the water. He stretched uncomfortably, then immediately reached to the small of his back to find his weapon tucked safely at the small of his back. The man reached to rub the fatigue from his eyes, but stopped when he found his hands covered in sand.
“Fahk,” he muttered to no one in particular as he began at last to look around. Broken buildings lined the shore in a way he had never seen before, like something out of a movie. With few alternatives, he slowly began to make his way toward the street he say stretched out before him between the buildings. Reaching into his pocket, he frowned at his phone being wet and turned off. He would dry it out later and see if it could still work.
And so he walked.
1st person sample:
I didn't sign up for any of this shit, not really. Why don't you cut me some fucking slack here, alright? I was just trying to survive between a man who'd committed some million fucking felonies and the bastard cops that wanted to chop me up and feed me to the poor first mistake I made. How the hell do you think a person can go through that and come out undamaged, huh? The answer is that they can't.
Then I wind up here? What is this? Am I supposed to weep and confess all my sins? I was raised Catholic and all, but I've got nothing to say to those anointed pederasts. That's not why I came here. [A pause.] I don't even know why the fuck I came here, or how. Anyone know how to get the fahk out of heah?