Name: Ian McDonough

Known Aliases: “Loaded Magnum” “Mac D” “The Gunslinger”

Age: 35

Height: 5’ 11”

Weight: 155

Origins: Brooklyn, New York.

Home Location: Hoboken, New Jersey.

Occupation: Private Investigator, [Police Officer/Detective (Past)]

Family: Wife; Esmerelda McDonough (deceased) Daughter; Sarah McDonough (deceased)

Current Whereabouts: New Haven, Connecticut.

Favorite Possession: S&W Model 29 .44 Magnum Revolver

Favorite Quote: “I don’t know about angles, but it’s fear that gives men wings.”

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Ian was a humble boy, growing up on the streets of Brooklyn. His father, A Vietnam Veteran, had decided to move back after his son was born while he was out of country. Ian was born in December in the year 1982. He was excellent in school, even going to trade school for Criminal Justice while still in High School. He joined the NYPD as a Patrol Officer in the year 2000. He was part of the first responder teams on scene on September 11th, 2001. He continued to serve as an officer until he received a promotion to the Homicide Detective team in 2008. He went on to work with the DEA in many cases in trying to take down New York’s underground crime rings. Ian met his wife, Esmerelda, at the NYC comic Con 2012. He was working as security when she approached him. Thinking he was in costume, she asked him for a photo together. He obliged, and the rest as they say, is history. Ian and Esmerelda married in 2016, and their Daughter Sarah was born later that year. Esmerelda was on her way to completing her PHD in Law, and she was in work to be contracted by the NYPD to look into a case involving a senator and a Secret Society called “The Inner Circle.”

Just when you think life is perfect, tragedy has a way of sneaking up upon you. The setting is late summer. Ian was on his way home from work, puffing his last cigarette. He parked his car, unlocked the house door and yelled “Honey, I’m home!” No response. “Hello?” He says again. He explores his house and finds his Wife’s cell phone on the table, ringing. “Hello? Who is this?” A voice answers on the other line. “Is this the McDonough residence?” “What’s it to you?” Ian replies. The voice responds “Send them my regards.” The line goes dead, Caller ID Unavailable. Ian rushes over to the closet and pulls out his trusty SPAS-12.  He slowly makes his way up the stairs, finding his place to be ransacked, yet nothing stolen. He slowly opens the door to his Daughter’s room, only to find a grisly horror. His daughter Sarah, barely over a year old, is wrapped in a bloody towel with several holes in it, in the center of a Pentagram. Ian begins to weep, only to hear a sound coming from his bedroom. His tears of sorrow quickly turn into tears of rage. He kicks open the door to find a hooded figure digging a knife into the chest of his wife. He screams in rage as he turns the head of the hooded figure into a fine pink mist. Then a second figure rushes at him from the closet, Ian puts a shot right into his chest, dropping him instantly. In the aftermath, Ian sobs over the corps of his dead wife and child.

At the funeral, the police chief approaches Ian and gives him even more bad news. He informs Ian that he’s being forcibly retired and now is being ordered not to look into his wife’s murder. Ian then sells his home, buys an empty store front, and starts his own PI business. He would find out who was behind his family’s murder, even if it kills him. During his research, he hears of a cult being investigated in New Haven, Connecticut.  He takes the ferry across the way to New Haven, where he meets a young woman named Vittoria Owens.