Patrick Ryan Doyle was born in The Martin Luther King Jr. General Hospital deep in the heart of Compton. His parents, John and Mona, had emigrated from Ireland two years before, finding the only affordable housing in the despoiled district of Los Angeles. They raised their first-born son with great aspirations and dreams. However Patrick failed to live up to his parent’s expectations. Although he started as a good student in elementary, he quickly became frustrated with his status as an outsider and looked for acceptance among his peers. In desperation he tried to gain respect by becoming a type of class clown.
By middle school his personality as a troublemaker and prankster earned him absolution. Through his new network of friends he was introduced to the drug and gang crowds. Doyle rapidly joined the groups, the common connection overwhelming the racial divide. In high school he was firmly set in a small street gang. He and his crew would deal and use drugs, rob small businesses, and mug tourists on the streets. The rush of crime became a staple of his life, he desired more, to keep the adrenaline coursing through his veins. After 6 years working the streets it lost it’s luster. After barely graduating high school Patrick looked to another source of excitement.
The medium of media led him to enlist in the United States Army, promising a life of adventure and danger. In boot camp no one in his company did more push ups, sits ups, or dug more holes than Patrick. His rebellious personality gained the immediate attention of the Drill Sergeant. No matter how hard the instructor tried, it seemed he couldn’t break the young man. When training was completed Doyle was assigned to The United States Army First Infantry Division, Second Brigade. It wasn’t long before the outbreak of the First Persian Gulf War drew his division into combat. Battle sated his need for excitement. Every minute he spent exchanging rounds with enemy soldiers filled his desires, finally developing in him a bloodlust. However the war was cut short by the surrender of the Iraqi government. He and his Brigade where sent back to Fort Riley. There Patrick was restless and returned to his old means of enjoyment, pulling pranks on fellow soldiers and superiors alike. In 1994, when his first tour was completed, the Army offered him the rank of Corporal in exchange for another 4 years. Patrick, having nothing going on the outside, accepted. It was another 2 years of boredom before his brigade was called into combat again in Bosnia. Again Doyle enjoyed the air of battle this time for a year before being re-based in Germany. At the end of his second tour he left the Army looking for yet another outlet.
Back in Los Angeles Patrick did little, living off his 8 years of paychecks from the US Army. When after watching a single match, Doyle set to join the Ultimate Fighting Championship. He trained hard for a year, learning mixed-martial arts, and weight lifting to excess with the help of performance enhancing drugs. In his first match he was able to knock out his opponent in less than 60 seconds. However, after the bout, his drug test came up positive for steroids. He was quickly banished from the Championship and left in the cold.
Looking for another supply of a rush he found an ad for employment in the Sierra Falls Police Department. It took him two attempts before he was finally hired by the department and sent to the academy. There he dominated the physical aspects of the training and scratched through the mental portions. After graduating Doyle was assigned to the Ash Street Precinct in the Metropolitan Division. There he actively sought out trouble, pulling into every dark corner, wrestling every suspect into submission. He did his job well, proving himself to the department within his first 16 months. Again the problem of mediocrity struck him. The job became tedious, the bursts of excitement no longer fulfilling him. In response, Patrick turned to the darker side of the job. He became involved with gangs, befriending members, taking kickbacks, and accepting drugs. In return he leaned off the supporting groups. Occasionally he would use his contacts to make large arrests, keeping the department off his trail. Soon he sought more breathing room in order to keep up his small enterprise. He passed the Detective’s Examination in 2005 and put in for a transfer to the Anti-Crime Division. However the bureau was full, and forced him onto the waiting list for the division and promotion. He waited out the year patiently, taking the required investigations classes. Then in March of 2006 the call came for detectives, Patrick again put in his transfer and was accepted in the Anti-Crime Detective’s Bureau, giving him his promotion to Detective.
