Mickey Finn

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**Mickey Finn** is described as a loyal and trustworthy businessman. He is primarily known for his criminal background in drug trafficking, weapons manufacturing, weapons trafficking, money laundering, and racketeering. His friends and political connections would describe him as someone willing to help whenever and however, but he is not someone who you want to be on the bad side of. He is of Irish decent and has has severe paranoia and anger issues that cause him to be alert and cautious at all times. He is said to be the most known unknown person in Los Santos.

## Life Before Los Santos

Mickey Finn, born and raised in the southside of Boston MA is a self made millionaire and criminal kingpin who is now residing in Los Santos.

At birth, Mickey was born and raised in a low income household where doing anything and everything to survive was essential. His family all connected in the Irish Mob was his complete surroundings when growing up and resulted in having his whole family in and out of prison for his entire upbringing. Mickey would result in doing anything necessary to survive on his own and to make a fast dollar.

In his early teen years he spent his time on his local street corner hanging with like minded low tier criminals, doing small operations when things were brought to his plate. He was always informed of these small operations through a third party person, never direct order from anyone. At the time he knew the people he was hanging around with were all Irish affiliates (because of their irish shamrock tattoo), but he never once questioned their place within the mob.

One day sitting at home, he received a phone call about a larger operation they needed his help on. Mickey was asked to entirely take over a local business in order to help the Irish launder large scales of money through the business, and eventually take the brunt of a large-scale bust at the business. At first mention Mickey was clearly skeptical. He was never fully an associate of the mob at the time, and willingly let himself get busted just seemed like a silly idea. After multiple days of pondering the idea, he made a call back and accepted the operation. They assured him that this would only benefit him, and he would be taken care of upon his release from prison.

Mickey then began his ownership at the local business, and his business career began here. Everyday Mickey was taught something new about the business and how to run operations. He was taught everything about business operations from top to bottom that he could use in any business world of any business. He was taught everything about the flower shop that he was now running, from handling staff, cash deposits at the end of the week, when to open and close, hiring staff, managing books, and everything else needed to keep his appearance as an owner completely legit and clean. Mickey had been laundering large quantities of money at specific times that they had planned to alert suspicion with the local authorities and ultimately begin their investigation.

It took 2 years before the day finally came, and the morning of Mickey received a phone call from a voice he had never heard before. The man thanked him for all he had done, and that everything was going according to plan. He gave Mickey comfort in everything he had done, and again assured him of being taken care of upon his release from prison. “Today is the day, so do everything as you've been doing and know that at noon today when you open it'll happen”, the voice told him on the other side of the phone. Mickey acknowledged and hung up the phone. The bust came at precisely noon, and Mickey was sentenced to 7 years in federal state prison at the end of the week.

7 years later, Mickey was once again breathing fresh air. He gathered his belongings and left the front door of the prison. Out front of the prison was a black town car, with a driver already waiting. The driver welcomed him with food and water as he was driven back to the southside where he had grown up. On the way they passed the flower shop, where the whole operation had occurred, and then down to the docks. Upon arrival, was a man smoking a cigarette by the end of the dock. He was welcomed with open arms by the man and hugged. “Welcome home”, the man said. Mickey immediately noticed the voice was the last one he heard on the phone 7 years ago now. They began talking for an hour, and the man told him everything that had happened while he was gone.

“Those stupid friends of yours were on their way out, and we saw potential in you that we didn't see in them. You got brains and loyalty, and those two things don't come together often…”, the man said. The man explained he was the current head boss of the Irish Mob and he knew Mickey's entire family. Mickey now realized this man was around him growing up, and would often give him money as a kid when he visited. This man had been watching him his entire life. The whole bust was broken down to Mickey and why. The Irish had just hit the jackpot and gotten away with the largest heist in state history. It was worldwide news years ago. They managed to rob the entire local stadium right after a high stakes playoff game. The total score was just over $10 million dollars, and that had been the money Mickey was laundering through the business the whole time.

He invited Mickey to the local Irish Tavern the next day, the known hangout spot of other Irish mobsters. When Mickey arrived he was given handshakes and hugs all around, even from people he had never met before. The boss greeted him with a drink, and gave him another “Welcome home”. He gave Mickey two options. Mickey could take a large sum of cash as a thank you and get to go home to never be bothered again, or he could come into the family and take over the entire southside operations. Many would take time for such a large decision, but Mickey accepted the invitation to the family without hesitation. “I knew you wouldn't disappoint” smirked the boss. Sláinte! The entire bars raised their glasses in celebration.

The following day Mickey received the Irish chest tattoo he had seen his whole life growing up, and was given the rundown of all operations within the family. He was given connections for drug smuggling, drug manufacturing, weapons trafficking, weapons manufacturing and everything else he needed in order to have everything and everyone at a phone call away. Mickey was officially in.

As time went, more and more of the Irish began to fall to the FBI. They began collapsing in the upcoming years. Mickey met with the boss one final time at the docks on a rainy day. He explained to Mickey that he was the only trust-worthy man he had left. He began talking to Mickey about this place called Los Santos, over west of the country. He was told it was a safer place to lay low, while things continued to get worse here at home. He handed Mickey a one-way ticket and told him to go enjoy himself, and he would get a call from back home when the time was right. Deep down Mickey knew this would be his last day here at home, and his new home awaited him in Los Santos. He was given a flask for one last cheers, and they both went separate ways.

Mickey now with his new found skills, connections, and wits, was ready to start a new life. He could go out to Los Santos and have an entire new start. Deep down he knew this wouldn't be the case, and that his old ways would inevitably go back to his old ways. He departed on his private jet, and touched down in Los Santos. Here he was again on his own in the wild. He smelt the air outside of Los Santos Airport and his journey began. Ready to take over, and ready to  bring a new chapter to the Irish pride he held so dear.