Born in Ireland, Caleb McPherson's family decided they needed to expand the shipping business. Fishermen at heart, they still had the courage to move from their home in Ireland to the lofty shores of South Carolina. Business wasn't as good as they thought it would be and before Caleb was twelve his parents were broke and struggling to make ends meet. It took months of them eating scraps and sleeping in shelters before his Dad got a break. A small job in a local fishery offered the small family hope. Hope that got them into a home and Caleb and his sister, Shannon, into public school. Having fallen behind, Caleb ended up quitting and getting his GED. It was hard, being the oldest kid in school. Laughed and teased, but he endured all he could. Promising his Dad he would get at least the GED, Caleb graduated finally when he was 20.

Working along side his father, Caleb learned the feeling gained from a hard days work. Muscle aches, sprains, calloused hands...and a deep abiding pride in what he could give to his family. That he could take care of them. It was this pride that had attracted Maria to him. And her soft spoken mannerisms and heated gaze had him falling over himself to marry her. He did right in his care for her and after only three years of marriage they were ready for a family. Hard work and honest hours had given him the opportunity to buy the market his Dad had been working at for almost twenty years. At 34 he was about to be a father himself.

His sister Shannon though, she wanted to head up to New York and see what life had to offer her. New York, Aidan Flaherty, they destroyed her life as far as Caleb was concerned. Married to a mobster, Caleb couldn't think of anything worse for her. Secret calls home, she always seemed unsettled, upset, or worried. Caleb had gone up to check on her often, but eventually he accepted it was the life she wanted. When Katharine, Kit, was born, Caleb's visits increased until his friendly brother-in-law decided Kit didn't need all her family hovering over. The man loved his daughter, Caleb had no doubt but he was a selfish bastard with her. Caleb could only report back to his parents that Shannon was fine, married, alive. As for happiness, who knew? In the spring of Kit's eighth year, Caleb mailed his birthday gift, like he always did only to have it returned with a letter. Shannon had left him four months before. Caleb had been frantic to find his sister, to see Kit. After a few 'visits' from Aidan's 'family' Caleb wised up pretty fast about what the score was. If he wanted Kit to be happy, he needed to back off. A silent strained truce was made between the pair, but Caleb never trusted Aidan. He got pictures, updates, but after a few years Aidan stopped sending even that. Caleb continued to send his letters, make his calls, and a nuisance of himself.


The call that changed his life, twisted it into a nightmare that sometimes still haunts him, he knew by heart. September 23 at 4:00 pm...the hospital called him. His wife had been shot and killed. The murderer, escaped, but not before ensuring Caleb's life was shattered in a thousand pieces. The loss of his family threw him into a turmoil that until this day is a tempest that rolls just beneath the skin of the Irishman. Relying on his brute strength and Irish blood, Caleb was found brawling when ever he had a free moment. His family was lost, dead, scattered across the world. It didn't make for a content happy man. Three years later he has made a name for himself in the local pubs. Dead Irish. The look in his eye, the reckless way he fought. Some feared him because they knew he wanted it...to die. Didn't care.


Those were the ones to watch for.