| Colm Patrick O'Reagan |
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| Portrayed By: | Colin Farrell |
| Status: | Alive |
| Age: | 27 |
| Occupation: | Watcher |
| Freak Factor: | Half-Demon Sorcerer |
Background
"Your Momma's so ugly the doctor slapped her face instead of her ass the day she was born!" What right did he have to say such a thing! Even if it is probably true? Brown and green mottled skin, green hair, glowing yellow eyes, and clawed fingers really isn't very attractive. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have cast that spell that caused him to break out in festering boils the night of the Winter Formal. Life is just full of 'shouldn't haves', isn't it? My name is Colm O'Reagan and with any luck, my shouldn't haves will be a whole lot fewer in number because I've seen. Seen what you ask? I've seen what 'could have been'. Maybe I should start from the beginning?
My conception and birth was pretty far from anything that could be considered normal and mundane. I'm half Draoidheil Demon, an ancient and rare breed of demon hailing from Ireland. The Draoidheil have taken, within the last century or two, to breeding with humans so that their half breed offspring can venture into the world and blend in. My father was a breeder, the poor sod. It wasn't something he was forced into, but more something he had been born into, believed in, and accepted. There's a whole century worth of generations of humans that believe in the knowledge and power of the Draoidheil race and those humans are proud to serve. I suppose, however, that none of that explains the unusualness of my conception and birth. You see, it's always the male that gives birth to a Droaidheil child, even if the male is human. I suppose I should explain how that works?
The conception, for the most part, is pretty normal. Man humps woman, man releases sperm, woman's egg is fertilized, standard stuff, if you don't take into account that the conception can only take place during the Winter Solstice or the Spring Equinox . Anyway! Things really start getting weird a week later when a small tube extends from the navel of the mother to the navel of the father. Through this tube the embryo is passed into the father. Because the child isn't human, the need for a uterus isn't there. Don't ask me, I'm not a doctor! Once the transfer is complete, the father carries the child for a full 18 months. Poor sod, indeed. If the father is Draodiheil, the birth is a natural process, if he's human it's aided by a magical ritual that allows the infant to pass through the navel that is expanded with a little hocus pocus. See, nothing standard or mundane about it and my life hasn't come close to standard or mundane since that, as my mother put it, miraculous day.
My childhood was spent straddling the worlds of my mother and my father. My education was twofold. I had to learn what it meant to be Draoidheil as well as what it meant to be human. I attended public school in Ireland where I excelled, likely do to my demon half. I was smart, really smart. When I wasn't in school, my demon education was taking place. Almost from the moment I popped out of the old man's belly button, I was educated in the occult. That's the purpose of my demon brethren, after all. The Droaidheil are the keepers of all things of weirdness and magic. Their collective knowledge of the occult far outweighs even that of the infamous Watcher's Council. I'll spare you all the angst of my teenage years as an outcast and all the fights and scuffles and heartaches of being 'weird' and move right on to them, the Watcher's Council.
I caught their attention. Why wouldn't I? By the time I was eighteen I probably knew more than man is supposed know? They swooped in, scooped me up, and whisked me away to England, Yankee Fuckers. I went along with it. It was, after all, the perfect opportunity for me to aid in expanding the collective knowledge of my 'people'. Don't laugh! Demons are people too! I worked for them for six years. My duties bounced back and forth between training potentials and spending time in the archives at the 'home base' in England. I still don't remember much about that day. I was just coming back from lunch with this hot little red head that I had my eye on, wasn't a half a dozen steps from the building when BOOM. It all gets a little weird from there. White lights and robed figures, one vivid acid trip of a dream. The three months that passed between the time of the explosion to the time that I woke up in the hospital coherent for the first time seemed to pass in a matter of hours. So many dead, so much lost, but I had been spared. I'm still not sure why. Unless someone had bigger plans for me? I still have one scar from the incident. It's on the left side of my chest, near my heart, a burn that's more of a brand. They tell me it's from some debris that landed on me in the aftermath, something hot, metal. It looks like some sort of glyph and it's something I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Maybe, one day, I'll figure it out. My recovery was slow and it wasn't until a little while after all the slayers were awaken that I was able to leave the hospital. My world had certainly changed, but for the better. I was assigned a slayer.
This would be an easy gig, babysitting some snotnosed little Slayer while she did her slayer thing. I didn't count on Kimmie. Kimmie is my Slayer. She also shares my bed. Hey! Don't look at me like that! Have you SEEN her?! Even worse than that? She's also stolen my heart. It was hot and heavy and steamy and man was I caught up in it, until….
You ever heard of the Powers that Be? I, of course, had, but I never gave it all much thought before they came to me. Seriously, I'm not making this shit up. They came to me and they showed me what could have been. Kimmie, me, and a little babe, a tiny little thing with my eyes. Should be happy fuzzy thoughts, shouldn't it? One big happy family! Well, it might be if we weren't living in New Orleans and working for Wolfram and Hart. Oh, the things I saw. I still wake at night screaming when I remember. Never. I can never allow it to happen. I suppose I should be thankful to them. They spared me a fate that would have been worse than death. Of course they also saddled me with horrible visions that strike unexpectedly and nearly bring me to my knees; visions of evil things that I'm honor bound to try to change. Gee, thanks a lot you guys! No wonder I drink too much? Off track! Getting back to it now! Bad things, evil things, me and my Kimmie murderous evil people. Nope, couldn't allow that to happen.
I never really saw the birth of my daughter, I'm not sure how that would take place between a half Draodheil and a human and I didn't take any chances! I didn't stop shagging her, who could!? But I made sure we used protection ALL of the time, not just on the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. I made sure that she knew that the Council could never find out about our 'extracurricular' activities or about our love. I kept us in good standing with them, better than good really. The bedroom isn't the only place where we made an outstanding team. We could kick some serious bad guy ass! Between her fighting prowess and my occult expertise, visions, and magic? Can we say 'best of the best'? and that's not just me jerking my own chain either. Let me tell you, being the best of the best isn't always a good thing. Being the best of the best has landed us in Las Vegas. God, this city is TACKY with a capital 'T', but there's something big about to happen here and they seem to think we're the best team to find out what. I think the shit is going to hit the fan in Sin City. Hopefully between the Watcher's Council, my 'People', The PtB, and Kimmie's talent with a blade and a stake, we'll have enough toilet paper to clean up the mess.
Logs
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