The Atlantans
Where fortunes are fast, tempers are faster, and reputations are built over bourbon and broken rules.
The men of Atlanta don’t inherit power—they make it. Sharper than they look, rougher than they should be, and far too ambitious for anyone’s comfort, they’ve turned cotton into capital and charm into a weapon.
Known for their swagger, their cunning, and the occasional brawl disguised as a business negotiation.
And if there’s a scuffle? Odds are, a Bryne started it—
and they'll certainly finish it.
Mr. Eamon Bryne
of Carrick House, Atlanta, Georgia
Known For:
Winning brawls, losing shirts, and being stolen at dances by women he wasn’t technically meant to dance with.
A grin that invites trouble and accepts no consequences.
Status:
Unmarried. Publicly pursued, occasionally promised, and constantly slipping out the side door.
“I wasn’t trying to be scandalous. I was just dancing. She just happened to be someone else’s problem.”
Editor’s Note:
The type of man your father warns you about—and your grandmother pretends she wouldn't have danced with, given the chance.
Assessment:
Frequently underestimated, never outmatched.
Equal parts temptation and tragedy — because you absolutely know better, but choose to take his arm anyway.
Likely to steal a kiss — and your better judgment.
Do not say we did not warn you.
Mr. Desmond Bryne
of Carrick House, Atlanta, Georgia
Known For:
Setting records for fastest apology, fastest reoffense, and fastest charm offensive—sometimes all within the same conversation.
Still maintains it isn't technically a duel if no one died.
Status:
Unmarried. Frequently pursued, occasionally caught, and always somehow back on the loose by morning.
Has a documented weakness for sharp-tongued women who threaten to hit him.
“Well, how was I to know she was engaged? She kissed me first. I just happened to kiss her better.”
Editor’s Note:
Possesses the unsettling talent of convincing stern fathers and stern daughters of entirely different truths—within the same hour.
Reads only letters from his mother—and even then, selectively.
Assessment:
An unrepentant riot in evening dress.
Highly combustible near champagne, chandeliers, and any gathering with more than two cousins.
Caution advised. (Or not, if you’re the adventurous type.)
Mr. [Redacted] Bryne
of Carrick House, Atlanta, Georgia*
Known For:
Unknown. Unverified. Unrepentant. Possibly on the run.
Confirmed sightings exist — but so do sea monsters. Interpret accordingly.
Status:
Unmarried. Allegedly. Wanted (in various senses).
“Tell her I'm sorry. Tell him I'm not. Tell everyone else nothing at all.
No one's proven anything — and if they had, what is proof, anyway?”
(From a postscript that mysteriously caught fire.)
Editor’s Note:
A name whispered in gambling halls, denied in court, and accompanied by a suspiciously intact whiskey tab that has never been settled.
We are assured he exists. Then again, Desmond claims a lot of things.
Assessment:
Should he exist, we expect him to arrive uninvited, unshaven, and in the middle of a very loud misunderstanding.
In such an event, secure your valuables, draw the curtains, and clutch your rosary beads.