Douglas Moran was born in Boston, Massachusetts in a part called the South End. He was raised in a Irish- ran neighborhood overseen by the Boston Irish Mob. His father Christopher Moran and mother Hailey Moran fled to the United States from Belfast, Ireland. This was primarily due to Christopher, a dedicated soldier for the Irish Republican Army, and two colleagues of his gunning down a British Military Patrol after seeing them beat down a elderly gentlemen refusing to show them his ID. Douglas Moran knew of his father's past and looked to him as a role-model and a hometown hero growing up. Rumors around town circulated that the Italian Mob in the North End of Boston kept on butting heads with the Irish Mob in terms of territory. It was then Christopher Moran took a job as a police officer for the city of Boston. He took this job to help his friends in the Irish Mob stay out of the eyes of the law and being there to bail them out if things went south. He even used his position to organize raids on the Italians to take the pressure off of the Irish. Being from the South End of Boston was a tough life. Many people in the South End took jobs that steered them away from that life as police officers and delivery drivers..... Douglas Moran was not one of those people. When Doug turned seventeen, he met a man by the name of William O'Doyle at a local pool hall and stated he had some work to be done. Douglas knew of the man's famous reputation around town as the man to see if you need something done or handled without the law knowing. William O'Doyle was a Enforcer for the Boston Irish Mob and unbeknown to Douglas, connections to the IRA back in Ireland. The job was simple enough, he along with three other associates would provide security for a shipment of weapons being sent overseas back to Ireland. Later that evening he was given a Glock 17 and put in the back of the truck to secure the cargo by William. However once they arrived at the docks all hell broke loose. Apparently someone informed the Italians about the shipment. Two Italian gunmen wielding assault rifles opened fire on the approaching truck, killing the driver and guard riding shotgun. The truck slammed into the cargo containers beside the dock. Doug opened the back of the truck hopped out, returning fire with his last associate, after the other was stuck in the back through the side of the truck. His ally peppered the Italian gunmen in the chest with four shots of 9mm. However in doing this he exposed his position, being shot in the shoulder wounding the man. Douglas was in shock, he had never seen that much blood before. He knew that he had to do something. Quickly he cover underneath the truck taking aim at the last Italian's feet. With his Glock 17 he fired, hitting the mans feet sending him to the floor before a stray bullet from Douglas' weapon struck him in the forehead. After treating his associates wound he made a call to William telling him something went wrong. O'Doyle sent men to secure the shipment and was impressed with the young man's skill and quick thinking under fire. For about two years he worked for William O'Doyle and became a well known soldier to the Irish Mob. One Autumn day, William called Douglas into his office and asked him to go over to Ireland to help their brothers on the home front. He would bring with him on the boat a weapons shipment, intended for a sect of the IRA known as the Belfast Brigade. He was honored that his boss would choose him for this important task and graciously accepted, hoping he too could follow in his father's footsteps and take back their country from the British Invaders making Ireland whole again. Once Douglas arrived he was welcomed by two men on the quiet docks of Donegal under the cover of night. These two men approached him as he stepped off of the boat. Douglas drew his weapon challenging the two's Identity. The two men smirked and began to introduce themselves. The two would be known as Jacob Reilly and Patrick Sullivan, two leading members in the IRA on the main front of Belfast. The men seemed to like Doug's dedication, after securing the shipment in a cargo truck bound for Belfast, they bought Douglas a beer at the local pub. Over the next few years Douglas Moran would train with experienced members of the IRA. Learning about different types of explosives such as IED's, guerilla warfare, military tactics, as well as different types of weapon knowledge to include but not limited to, the M240B machine gun and AK47 assault rifle. Douglas Moran was estatic and was a eager to learn, picking up on many of the topics with ease. Moran with his new brothers carried out many attacks on roaming British patrols harassing the Irish people. In one instance Doug Moran was scouting a checkpoint with six other IRA soldiers when they witnessed a British captain charging citizens exuberant amounts of money to gain entry and exit from the town of Derry. This angered many of the men, but kept their composure as they were to only observe. They then witnessed a few of the British soldiers take a young teen inside their guard post by force, stripping her grieving mother from her hands. That did it. The IRA opened fire on the soldiers manning the checkpoint killing all outside, taking one friendly casualty in the process. They pressed into the guard shack before being met with three armed soldiers with sub-machine guns. The infuriated IRA members cut down two of three before the third British soldier opened fire killing another IRA member. The rest of the raiding party opened fire as the final British soldier was preparing to do a mag change. Upon going upstairs, they rescued the teen girl who was handcuffed to a chair. As they exited the building they were met with the girl's mother, repeatedly thanking them for saving her daughter. Audible Sirens were heard in the distance and knew they had to leave, not before collecting their dead brothers. Upon returning to their base of operation in the woods outside of Derry, the group of freedom fighters were met by a priest who laid them to rest in the church's cemetery. After this operation Douglas was called to his Commander's home and informed that he would be needed to gain more weapons for their growing numbers. He agreed, thinking he would be returning home in Boston. When he received his plane tickets he noticed a airline he had never heard of before, Chernorussian Airways. He immediately calling his officer questioning him. The commanders statement was as follows; "That is where our new suppliers are. The United States Customs are cracking down hard on our imports. Establish a foothold there and make allies we can rely on. Good luck, up the Ra!" An audible click can be heard as he hung up. Moran was astonished on what he had just been told. Never the less, he had a mission and he was going to do it to the best of his abilities. After boarding the cargo plane, he went to sleep in his seat. He awoke to the plane rumbling, looking quickly out the window he found the cause. Apparently they flew into a violent thunder storm during the night. Luckily for the passengers of that flight they arrived at the destination just as the storm was getting to become worse. After the passengers departed, Douglas witnessed the crew get back onboard the plane and took off without any passengers on board. This confused and puzzled him for a few seconds, but shrugged it off after getting knocked into by a large Russian man yelling and sprinting past trying to catch his plane. Moran just shook his head in disbelief and thought to himself, "Jeez whats his rush?!?!. Strange people." He continued walking down the runway when he saw a police officer standing near the air traffic control tower. Douglas called out "Hey you know where a guy can get some food around here!" The officer turned around revealing a rotting pale face covered with blood, proceeding to take off at a full sprint towards him. Moran exclaimed "What the f....."