Joey Lynch. Forced to be a man at twelve. He’s eighteen. Blonde messy hair, green eyes, tall, muscular, tattoos along his forearms and a crucifix on his back. His home life is shit. His dad is an alcoholic, abusive, prick. He has four little siblings to look after: Shannon (15), Tadhg (12), Ollie (9), and Sean (3). His older brother, Darren, left as soon as he turned 18, Joey was 12. Which is when he started working in the garage to help with payin for food and stuff. His mam works, his da doesnt. Based in Ireland, Cork, he played Hurling too, as do his brothers.

He tries to protect his siblings as much as possible from their dad, which is fine with the younger boys because he usually doesnt go for them but he does go for his sister or mam which is when he steps in. Because of all this he fucks anyone and takes anythin (drugs) just to try get a moments peace. Hes always in fights and trouble at school and he plays hurling. Despite all these hes very respectful to women, albeit closed off like he is to everyone, but he’d never lay a hand on one.