Hey everyone,

I've been in this mafia world since... I honestly don't even know. 2003? 2004? I don't even remember. This isn't one of those farewell posts that will take forever and most people will think "see you in two weeks". That's fair.

MR has often been a source of solace and comfort for me in rough times, but I've currently got a combination of RL things that make MR impossible for me. Even with no official responsibilities in this world, being present here at all for me comes with habits, a to do list, and duties that I can't help but feel.

This account was my best ever, and I'm proud of what I accomplished as an individual, as a member of Race Street, and as a member of Philadelphia. 

Take care, all.

Writers, keep writing.

And to all of you, I wish you the very best. 

Keats/KateLogan/Kathryn/Gavin/Tara

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

         Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

         When old age shall this generation waste,

                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

         "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,

It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,

It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,

I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,

And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,

Missing me one place search another,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Tara Byrne.
Status: Retired; Traveling, rumored to be in Europe.

Gavin Byrne
NPC of Isabella-Luciano
Also known as: The Wolf, The White Wolf
Married to Bella Byrne, father to Aurora Byrne and William Byrne.

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