#andres majano

[archivelondonfalling-rpg]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: @andres-majano

Type of Connection: platonic

Specific Role of Connection: childhood friend

CONNECTION INFORMATION

Connection Name: How would they know?

Connection Age : 40 years old

Suggested Faceclaims: Anne Hathaway, Melanie Lynskey, Peter Gadiot, Brian Michael Smith, UTP

Description:

Andres (born Malachi Liddell) and they were inseparable back in the days. They went to the same private school, and their respective parents might have forced the friendship to happen through mutual dinner parties, organizing sleepovers and the like. What was a clear business move for the parents made room for a genuine friendship between two young children. They were there when Andres suffered an injury that left him with a distinctive scar on the hand, and when the young boy was declared missing they were heartbroken. Things weren’t the same when Malachi resurfaced, but since they had no proof that they were dealing with an usurper, they kept their mouth shut, and years slowly passed. They’d forgotten all about that until they noticed a similar scar on the hand of the Arsenal coach, while reading his interview in the Times. It’s been over 30 years since he’d gone missing, and they aren’t sure if they’re right about this, but they certainly want to find out.

Should you be contacted before this connection is filled? Yes

[det-andrewmoore]

Andrés Majano ♦ Cis Man (he/him) ♦ Forty ♦ Civilian ♦ Football manager with Arsenal FC

Ruthlessness is a virtue in this game, on the pitch. If the players aren’t willing to embrace that, then they have no business being in my team.

We all have this earliest memory which never leaves our mind. To some, it’s the first day at school, a particularly nice day or, more often, a small fright. Either way, those memories usually date back to the age of 3 to 6 years old.

Andrés didn’t have a memory predating the day he woke up in a hospital. He had been in a coma for months and neither the doctors or the police, despite their best efforts, could figure out how that boy wound up shipped in a box, or where he came from at all. Whoever had put him in there had left absolutely no traces behind them, and soon, he was placed in an orphanage. To the social workers’ surprise, the boy was well spoken, polite and had received an education. He was adopted by a Spanish businessman and his wife, and his life only began then.

He spent the end of his childhood in Málaga, on the southern coast of Spain, learned the language, and displayed an interest for football, a sport he’d played in his former life. If he also had spent countless hours riding horses and fencing, those were hobbies he wasn’t exposed to, and therefore never found himself drawn to. If his father would have preferred his son took over the business, a scout for Málaga CF decided otherwise. By the time he was 15, Andrés would spend more time on the pitch than he did in classrooms, and he debuted his professional career by the time he turned 17.

Soon enough, he shone too bright for his Andalusian club and transferred to Milan and then Turin. But, his goal, like many other players before him, had always been England and the Premiere league, and his dream came true when he wound up playing for Arsenal FC from the age of 23 until the age of 31. Finishing his career with Bayern München, he retired at 34 and dedicated the next couple of years to his new mission. Andrés was a born leader, having often found himself the designated team captain in his teams, and he didn’t want to be one of those football players who ended up forgotten by the time he turned 40.

But life wasn’t only rainbows and butterflies, and even the most successful men had their demons. If he made it a point to keep himself in good shape, and always encouraged his team mates and now his players of doing the same, Andrés wasn’t as strong psychologically speaking. He had his vices : he slept around, a fear of abandonment keeping him from ever trusting anyone enough for longer company, and he found enjoyment in gambling : sometimes, he was successful, some others... not so much. He spends a fortune paying back the Red Rose Casino yet can’t stop himself from going back. Eventually, his generous salary won’t be able to cover all of his expenses and people will start talking.

+ / -  decisive, pragmatic, federator, charming, insecure, secretive, ruthless, severe

Over the course of his career, Andrés has played as a midfielder in many clubs (finishing his career with FC Bayern München) and with the Spanish national team. The highlights of his career will remain a World and European title with Spain (2010 and 2012).

Andrés has a distinctive burn mark on his hand, which dates back from before his adoption. He doesn’t remember where it comes from, and will come up with a different story to explain it each time he’s asked about it.

He bought a house in Kensington, London not too far from Hyde Park, the train station or the Arsenal stadium, but though he owns other places in each place he played, Andrés had to sold already one of them in order to reimburse the Jabberwocks.

Each of his houses has a garden attached to it : Andrés finds solace putting his hands in the dirt and making sure each and every plant gets everything it needs to thrive. His garden is a place sacred to him and one he cherishes more than any other possession. He puts a lot of thought and time into it.

Having lived in Spain and played in Italy, England and Germany, Andrés speaks all four languages with acceptable fluency.

[det-andrewmoore]

krasinskigirl​:

defendingwarrior​:

JOHN KRASINSKI in TOM CLANCY’S JACK RYAN | 2.06 Persona Non Grata

[thetowerr]

TIME&PLACE: 22:54, 10:54p, Eilidh O’Dea’s Flat. WHO: @eilidhodea​ and eventually, @andres-majano​

He’d been waiting for her longer than he had wanted to. That Boone Hannigan, he could be patient. He lurked in the courtyard in front of her building where he had done so for the last... twenty minutes? Half an hour? Truthfully, he hoped she’d already be home by now. From what he’d learned about tailing her for the last week, her schedule was all over the place. Hoping was all he had to cling to. Regardless, Boone made a whole plan in his head how tonight would go.  She’d already be in her flat, he’d help himself inside. Maybe, she’d be in the shower, perhaps, he’d get a glimpse of something interesting. Yet, when he arrived to her building tonight, the light on the top floor, the one he knew belonged to her, was off.

A new planned turned in his brain as he waited. Plan B.  She’d come home unsuspecting. She’d enter the building, he’d wait a beat, then follow. She’d walk up the stairs, he’d tiptoe after her. She’d unlock the door, he’d press his .22 against her back. He’d invite himself inside, she’d gladly accept.

It would go easy. She was a good girl. Well, maybe not good, Eilidh O’Dea was messy, according to the digging he’d done.  Boone did have a healthy fear of getting kicked in the balls with her being a soccer player and all. But she was clean for the most part, not as much trouble as that fucking loser she was involved with. You know, the one who liked to take out big bets, but didn’t seem too keen on paying them. See, it was his sins that brought the devil to her doorstep tonight, not any deed done by the girl herself. What a shame. Maybe, she ought to try fucking winners and see where it landed her instead.

Finally, when she did arrive home, the plan went as he imagined. When they made it to the top floor, when he heard the jingle of the house keys meeting the lock, when he heard it pop open, when he heard the door creak open, Boone pulled his gun from his waistband and followed through. The man pressed the gun into her back as he wrapped his hand along her mouth keeping her from making a peep. He forced the two of them inside of her flat, kicking the door shut with his leg when they made it inside.

Still holding her close, he brought his lips to her ear. “Listen, I ain’t gotta hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He spoke in a coarse whisper, his native southern twang sprinkle in his words. “So don’t make me. If you be good, then I get to be good. No screaming, no kicking, no nothing, you hear me?” His voice was almost soft, but his words were not comforting. “You do as I say and I don’t gotta use this.” Boone pressed the gun deeper into her spine. “We got a deal, sweetheart?”

[meaganfinley]

@andres-majano​

She nearly didn't call him. She nearly hadn't called him four times since he had given her his number before she settled on the fifth. She wouldn't be able to explain in words why. There was just something unorthodox about it all that kept her staring at the dial pad longer than she had actually spent time on the call itself. As he said before, though, it would be nice to have a friend interested in something that wasn't a part of his main source existence. In a way, Meagan could relate to that simple wish. He had football. She had the Prime Minister. What was left outside of those bubbles besides pure exhaustion some nights?

She was dressed for the occasion: sunhat on, garden gloves held in one hand, standing with a bag full of things hung at her wrist. She was prepared, had consciously made sure of it, but truth be told, she almost walked away from Andres' front door. By the time her back faced it, she could feel the sweep of the door being opened up. Too late to make a clean exit.

"The weather report updated. There might be showers later," she told him, as if she needed an explanation! "If you’d rather reschedule, we can."

[eilidhodeaarchive]

CONTINUED FROM HERE  ( @andres-majano​ )

“Mmhh, five more minutes” Eilidh grumbled burrowing deeper into the pillows and duvet before Andrés’ words had even registered with her properly. She’d said the same when he’d tried to rouse her about an hour ago, not that she actually remembered any of that, a few complaints and she’d drifted right off again. But eventually not just the sound of his voice registered with her, stretching a little as she sat up in the bed. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare”

Eyes slowly coming into focus as she still rubbed sleep from them, she still wasn’t making much of an effort to actually get out of bed yet. “Whatever happened to breakfast in bed, hmm?”

[det-andrewmoore]

John Krasinski in Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan – “Falcon” (3x01)

[archivelondonfalling-rpg]

Does Malachi have any sisters, brothers, or otherwise that could be applied for in the Liddell family? What are the closest relationship that a new Liddell applicant can have to Malachi?

Malachi didn't have direct siblings.

You could apply as an aunt/uncle or cousin, to be as closely related as possible to him.

Now for *ressemblance* bear in mind that @andres-majano (John Krasinski FC) is the actual Malachi (but he doesn't know that).

[archivelondonfalling-rpg]

Andrés Majano ♦ Cis Man (he/him) ♦ Forty ♦ Civilian ♦ Football manager with Arsenal FC

Ruthlessness is a virtue in this game, on the pitch. If the players aren’t willing to embrace that, then they have no business being in my team.

We all have this earliest memory which never leaves our mind. To some, it’s the first day at school, a particularly nice day or, more often, a small fright. Either way, those memories usually date back to the age of 3 to 6 years old.

Andrés didn’t have a memory predating the day he woke up in a hospital. He had been in a coma for months and neither the doctors or the police, despite their best efforts, could figure out how that boy wound up shipped in a box, or where he came from at all. Whoever had put him in there had left absolutely no traces behind them, and soon, he was placed in an orphanage. To the social workers’ surprise, the boy was well spoken, polite and had received an education. He was adopted by a Spanish businessman and his wife, and his life only began then.

He spent the end of his childhood in Málaga, on the southern coast of Spain, learned the language, and displayed an interest for football, a sport he’d played in his former life. If he also had spent countless hours riding horses and fencing, those were hobbies he wasn’t exposed to, and therefore never found himself drawn to. If his father would have preferred his son took over the business, a scout for Málaga CF decided otherwise. By the time he was 15, Andrés would spend more time on the pitch than he did in classrooms, and he debuted his professional career by the time he turned 17.

Soon enough, he shone too bright for his Andalusian club and transferred to Milan and then Turin. But, his goal, like many other players before him, had always been England and the Premiere league, and his dream came true when he wound up playing for Arsenal FC from the age of 23 until the age of 31. Finishing his career with Bayern München, he retired at 34 and dedicated the next couple of years to his new mission. Andrés was a born leader, having often found himself the designated team captain in his teams, and he didn’t want to be one of those football players who ended up forgotten by the time he turned 40.

But life wasn’t only rainbows and butterflies, and even the most successful men had their demons. If he made it a point to keep himself in good shape, and always encouraged his team mates and now his players of doing the same, Andrés wasn’t as strong psychologically speaking. He had his vices : he slept around, a fear of abandonment keeping him from ever trusting anyone enough for longer company, and he found enjoyment in gambling : sometimes, he was successful, some others... not so much. He spends a fortune paying back the Red Rose Casino yet can’t stop himself from going back. Eventually, his generous salary won’t be able to cover all of his expenses and people will start talking.

+ / -  decisive, pragmatic, federator, charming, insecure, secretive, ruthless, severe

Over the course of his career, Andrés has played as a midfielder in many clubs (finishing his career with FC Bayern München) and with the Spanish national team. The highlights of his career will remain a World and European title with Spain (2010 and 2012).

Andrés has a distinctive burn mark on his hand, which dates back from before his adoption. He doesn’t remember where it comes from, and will come up with a different story to explain it each time he’s asked about it.

He bought a house in Kensington, London not too far from Hyde Park, the train station or the Arsenal stadium, but though he owns other places in each place he played, Andrés had to sold already one of them in order to reimburse the Jabberwocks.

Each of his houses has a garden attached to it : Andrés finds solace putting his hands in the dirt and making sure each and every plant gets everything it needs to thrive. His garden is a place sacred to him and one he cherishes more than any other possession. He puts a lot of thought and time into it.

Having lived in Spain and played in Italy, England and Germany, Andrés speaks all four languages with acceptable fluency.

FC : John Krasinski