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Name: Kiernan Gallagher
Nicknames/Aliases: Dad, Connor Maguire
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
DOB: August 23, 1977
Actual Age: 28
Physical Description:
- Sandy blond hair
- Blue eyes
- 6’1”
- 170
Fairly well built man, was trained to be so. His eyes have never been the bright blue that girls would swoon over paired with his blonde hair, rather his eyes have always been a bit shadowed, smiles never quite reaching them. Always holding secrets has worn on him, deep brackets sometimes appearing on either side of his mouth.
Distinguishing Marks: Celtic Cross tattoo in his upper right arm. Large scar on his left side.
PB: Eric Winter
Birth Location: Boston
Personality: Kiernan never had an easy life, wasn’t in the cards for him but that only served as a motivating factor for the majority of his life. Only made him that much more driven to see that his past didn’t define his future. Wasn’t to say that he was an optimistic man. He knew far too well how to roll with the punches but he always had the ability to look past the lows that came, knowing that the pendulum would swing. However, most of that tempered optimism is gone now. He sees very little to look forward to in life. Hates that he’ll see his baby girl grow old and die before his eyes. He knows its his fate though. No questioning it just working with it. Kiernan is a hard man, no question there. He feels little sympathy to others. The only soft spot in his exterior being his daughter.

Family:
Mother: Moll Gallagher (deceased)
Father: Kevin Gallagher (deceased)
Aunt: Regina Gallagher (65)
Wife: Vivian Gallagher (deceased)
Daughter: Alana Gallagher (Maguire) (5)

Background:
Connor as he was known to many for most of his adult life was born, Kiernan Gallagher to a struggling Irish Catholic family in Boston. His parents rarely got along, in fact growing up Kiernan couldn’t understand how they even got together or better yet why they even stayed together. It all came to a head when Kiernan was 8, there was a nasty row, a gun was pulled and in the middle of the night both his parents ended up dead. Luckily for Kiernan he’d been out in the yard, a pickup game of soccer with neighborhood boys. He saw the police arrive and nearly before he could blink he was being put on a plan and sent to California where his brother had a sister. Regina. A single woman who had no desire to marry or to have children of her own.

Growing up with Regina hadn’t been bad per se. She wasn’t a warm cuddly sort of woman. Had a life of her own that she wasn’t going to let a 8 year old boy disrupt. She did provide for him, saw him enrolled in school and made sure he attended. If that was all, it was probably the best thing for him. He was quiet growing up, kept mainly to himself. However it was clear to everyone who knew him that he was a driven boy. School always came first and his teachers always had glowing remarks for the boy academically, however they always commented on his preference to remain solitary. He was focused was what he would tell his aunt if she ever bothered to ask.

Kiernan earned scholarships to college and left with barely a blink of his eye. Home was not his aunt’s house. Home hadn’t existed for him in a long while. He breezed through college, receiving academic accolades, choice of careers seeming to loom before him. And that had been his focus. What he hadn’t expected to happen was to fall in love.

He fell hard. Vivian was her name. Long raven locks, mischievous green eyes. Hard not to love her even for someone who thought himself to be as cold hearted as Kiernan had thought. But he’d fallen in love nonetheless. They’d married barely 6 months after meeting, still attending school. Didn’t matter. She was the only thing he’d let himself become distracted by. Money was tight for them, living off loans, credit cards and scholarship money but they’d continued on. Kiernan assuring the both of them that a future where money wouldn’t be such a concern was just ahead of them and by all intents and purposes it was.

Graduating with honors, criminal justice and business degrees. He had a pick of jobs. He ended up with the FBI however, a decision that he himself wasn’t entirely sure how it came about. It had called to him however. Vivian had been wary at first but supported Kiernan in his decision. Could be dangerous but it was an important job. They were young and invincible though.

He went through the grueling hiring and training process and found it to be a job that he actually enjoyed, loved the thrill of the hunt. He ended up as a special agent investigating organized crime. That was what landed him back in California. Only now his wife was pregnant and he was set to be placed in an organization, an inside informant. Had to gain the trust and the confidences of the organization until there was enough evidence to bring down the outfit. Drugs being their main source of business.

Vivian begged him not to take the job, not with the danger involved and not with her being pregnant. Kiernan, as much as it pained him to look her in the eye and refuse her he did. This was important to him. It was a chance to prove himself to be more than a wayward boy orphaned boy. He was more than that and his drive to prove it was great. Even greater than the personal achievements he’d made.

Their daughter was born and Kiernan hadn’t been present. A sandy blond girl who Vivian had named Alana. Kiernan was busy becoming another man, a Connor Maguire, a financial expert helping cook the books for a major drug outfit. Well that was the ultimate goal. He’d received word of the birth and come home as soon as possible. Boggled his mind that the little figure he held was his own. Never thinking he’d reach this point, Alana became the light of his life. Only making it harder for him to go back to work.

His undercover work was going well. Nothing suspected, he was working his way up the ranks gaining more information as he went. That was where he met Rose Laurence the boss’s daughter so to speak. It was a family business. Kiernan remembered joking with the others about the nice piece of ass the daughter was but the whole while not understanding how any father could do that to his daughter. They were the protectors... even if he didn’t do such a good job of that himself.

He almost had enough evidence, had been nearly three years of missing his family and living the life of a criminal but he was almost there. When the entire landscape of his world changed. Being on the inside he knew that other organizations always warring for profit margins and power. That was another reason he’d stayed as long as he had. Orders to find out as much about as many as possible. But he didn’t have a chance. He learned of the plan to let Rose take the fall far too late.

He’d seen the example that had been made of her, but he’d had no time to do much of anything about it, no time to feel much of anything. He’d blazed in ready to help her if he could despite his cover. It turned out that it didn’t matter, it had already been blown. Someone he’d gone to high school with was one of the men so eager to teach the lesson. Recognized Kiernan in an instant. Connor was no more. But that had been far from the end of it.

Not two days later, he was to be taught his own lesson. A phone call while he drove down the high way after his debriefing finally on his way home. Just a few words saying that he wouldn’t see them again. That traitors needed to be punished for their misdeeds. He hadn’t know his car could go so fast as he tried to make it to their little home. It was dark when he arrived. The house far too quiet, not a sound as he entered the house, gun drawn.

The gun had been useless ultimately. The man he’d vaguely known in high school was there with others, others that were far more than he’d ever known existed. As was immediately apparent by the fangs he spotted before his attention was drawn to the form of his wife at their feet. Limp. It took every ounce of his training to simply look the man in the eye and ask what it was he planned to do. He was met with a laugh. It was soon made clear to him though. As the man grabbed him, teeth sinking into his neck. He didn’t struggle, he’d yet to see his daughter. His wife was dead. Why struggle. But that was when his former acquaintance came back in the room with a blanket wrapped figure held against his chest.

Kiernan struggled then but only for a moment. The words began then. The words that clearly explained what his punishment was to be, a life that wasn’t to end, a life where he would be forced to do things to survive that he would never want to the beautiful little girl he loved to know about, a life where he would certainly watch that girl grow old and die. He’d accept that life or she’d die. Right before his eyes. Join her sweet mother, who had been sweet in so many ways. Was her daughter just as sweet?

The decision had been simple as he’d watched her form struggle in the unfamiliar arms. He didn’t fight as the blood was drained from him. He hadn’t wanted to accept the blood offered to him but one look at his daughter and he had. He was left there. To fend it all for himself. Daughter asleep on the floor next to him.

It was a month of struggle. Raising a child he had no experience raising. A child that cried all day for her mother. Raising the child while trying to deal with his own new found cravings and needs. So many times he’d almost regretted his choice. But a scout for a school found him. Explained to him that there was a place he could learn to control it, a place that he could bring his daughter to and raise her while he learned to care for his new self.

What other options were there?

weakness: His daughter, guilt, fire, holy objects, decapitation, spine breakage, pierced heart, blood lust, too much, or too direct, sunlight
Magical Abilities: Dream Invasion/manipulation (not yet known)
Special Skills: Heightened speed, senses, hearing, healing. Fluent in Spanish and French. Can actually sing somewhat proficiently
House: Terrene
Number of years at Halcyon: September 2006
Rooming with: No one but his daughter
Classes:
Mid-Afternoon: Blades: swords
Late afternoon: Bloodlust