Post by oconnor on Dec 3, 2008 5:16:44 GMT -5
Creators Name: JR
Creators Age: 22
Character Information:
~Personal~
Name: Brian O'Connor
Age: 22
Birthday: June 13th
Gender: male
Orientation: Strait
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Where are you from: Ireland
Current living location: New York
Blood Type: B+
Relationship Status: single
Faction: good
Personality: Brian is one of the most sweetest and mellow guys around. He's lost too many people in his life that he loved to judge anyone by appearances. He has a deep inner spiritual self and it shines through his smile and his green eyes. He has to keep himself balanced because of his powers. He's been known to be a prankster in his days and has been a fan of a lot of fun. He's always looking to have a good time except when it involves breaking promises.
Being Irish, Brian hated braking promises. When he gives you his word of honor, it means something. It means he's going to come through no matter what the cost. He's actually grown more mature this past few years. Having been a father once has made him think more consciously of the future and what's in store for him. He's been said to be quite the lady killer. Once he sees you as his friend, his lover, or his family he become very attached and devoted to you. He truly takes life day by day and makes the best of it.
Brian may seem like a sweet, sensitive, and charming guy, well he is, but he also has his unpleasant side as well. He's got a tempter to him and if you rub him the wrong way you can be on the receiving end of it. He has bad habits like drinking sometimes(Kay a lot). He does have a cigarette every now and then. He would never smoke or drink around any child and mostly only reverts to these when he's stressed out beyond his normal level or if he's extremely pissed off. He hates crying in front of people but he will only cry in front of Jaime. Even then it's only because something painful was dragged up or something powerfully sad came over him. In general, he's a great guy with a few quirks. He's also slightly empathic so he tends to ride an emotional coaster sometimes.
Since his fiance and kids were killed, his eyes have become more hollow and his smile faded slightly, though he still tries to remain young at heart. He won't allow himself too much attatchment anymore.
~Physical~
Build: Tall, strong build
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240
Physical Description: Brian stands 6'1 and has a scruffy look to him. At first glance he looks like your average red headed teenager but if you look closer you'd see someone who'd seen way too much for his time. Barely slumping shoulders spoke of the sadness they've bore for a while, the shallowness of it also speaking of joy that had lifted them. His full lips curve neither up nor down at the ends, having seen too much of both to decide on one. A war between the clouds of sorrow and the rays of joy rages across the wild green pastures locked in his eyes. Sometimes those pastures are set aflame with rage that the conflicting ideas bring and a curtain of crimson locks fall to mask the battle from passing civilians. Drawn back away from his angled face are the many threads of woven flames held back by a black rubber band, allowing the strands to fall freely to his shoulders.
His wild green orbs tend to turn to a deep spiritual self. They looked within himself and within others, filled to the brim with the ideal of being alive and feeling again. They were both deeply spiritual, seemingly able to look through anyone without worry or fear, like he'd seen all the hardships but weathered them anyways, and yet so carefree that it seemed he'd never seen a bad day, almost at the same time. His capable hands that were callus free, were kept that way by a pair of snug green gloves at all times. They were a part of him and he'd never be rid of them until he could control his own powers along with his curses. On his right shoulder is a tattoo of a shamrock, symbol of his heritage and his powers. The left shoulder has a cross set aflame, burning brightly in the memory of his mother, bringing honor to her. He also has a bleeding heart tattoo, where only three people have ever seen, on the back of his callus free hand under his precious gloves.
~Clothing~
Everyday wear: He likes to change his style of clothing pretty often to match his mood. Just about anything he finds around will do but his favorite things to wear are not very fancy at all but more comfortable. At the base of his torso, the first thing he puts on is a white wife beater. It is a must since it hugs him closely, defining his deep cut abs and well worked chest. Showing each defined curve of his muscles even if he didn't really want it to. Belted to his waist by a black leather belt, is usually a pair of black or blue jeans. These jeans are faded so much that they are almost a new color. They hug his hips warmly, accenting the rather nice terrier, not to firm but not to square either. Seems very punchable at times. The jeans loosen as the travel down to allow his toned legs room to use their power easily when running or walking. They are well worn, almost to the point of disintegration at times but then again you might get luck and see him in one of those rare new pair...
Over this he pulls his favorite hoodie or sweatshirt. It's a simple black hoodie, a white Siberian tiger adorning the back. The tiger is stepping through large blue flames which spring up from the bottom edge. These flames continue to spout up along the seems of the hoodie from one sleeve to the next, leaving the front flameless. On the front left hand corner just under his shoulder, about mid-pectoral area, are the words 'Do You Fell Lucky?'. The words are sown in a green thread carefully. Just above the words is a four leaf clover stitched with the same thread. On the front pocket is a grass pattern growing up wildly, spreading across the entire thing. A few fire flies are floating around the tall grass as a pair of deep topaz eyes look out from the grassy depths. Much like his kitten's, they burn with a passion that no one could put out.
Dress wear: Usually Brian would wear a long silk dress shirt that his mom had woven for his father. It billows out at the elbows but is snug across his chest. A sudden black belt would synch a pair of long black slacks to his waist, the legs clinging lightly to his form. Flames dance their designs up from the bottoms outlined in a metallic green. As always his gloves accent the piece.
Formal wear: Brian has one tux that is reserved for special occasions. The tux itself is an off white collared shirt with milky white buttons up the front. The trousers are a green so deep that they are near black. The jacket being of the same color but with a deep crimson trim and pocket kerchief.
~Likes/Dislikes~
Strengths: Patience, humor, honor, strength, luck drawing, cooking, mechanic
Weaknesses: Big heart, perfectionist, claustrophobic
Likes: Drawing, color green, sunrises and sunsets, cooking, anything automotive
Dislikes: ladders, cracks in the street, splitting a pole, snobby people, and mutant haters
Fears: Fire, too big of crowds and the thought of being alone forever.
~Powers~
Powers:
Brian's main power is Luck. He uses his voice and superstitions to increase his luck or someone elses. He feels the luck energy of everyone around it and can intuitively tell when a person's luck will change. He can feel this energy and can tap into it, moving it constantly and manipulating it at all times. He also absorbs energy though his pores to replenish the enegy he uses.
Power Technics:
Every syllable counts. He must speak every word, every syllable properly because even a wrong letter could be the difference between a curse and a blessing. Even if he said a blessing with a bad tone or vibe, it might backfire on himself as a curse. For everyone he curses another is blessed, and for everyone he blesses another is cursed to maintain the balance. The superstitions are always around him and he has to be mindful of them. He can draw the negative energy or 'bad luck' from a person pulling it through himself to push it out in a condensed burst of energy from his palms. This burst usually knocks a person out or curses them for at least a week.
If he steps on a crack, someone near him would fall and hurt something like an arm. Stepping under a ladder makes that person fall off and it's different for each case. The only way to counter it is to say a blessing really fast but again if said wrong, it might make it worse. He tend's too do everything in multiples of three or seven and shy's away from thirteen and it's multiples. If someone curses at him three times with the same word, he'd automatically slugs them.
Brian is constantly taking in solar energy and converting it into any kind of energy he needs. It flows through is pores to replenish the energy, converting it to luck energy that he manipulates. He wears the pair of gloves to help regulate the flow of his energy. Without them, he would be constanly moving without stopping.
He can't walk in the sun without his gloves because the energy would tip the balance and cause untold damage. As a side effect of all the manipulation of luck, little fourleaf clovers sprout up where he steps if he waited only a moment. They only pop up in grass or wood. Anything else it doesn't. The excess luck energy leaks out of his energy field into the ground and the luck energy is formed into a clover that sybolizes it.
State of Control: Brian can control his energy powers only with his gloves and is fairly good with them. He is near perfect with blessing and cursing but no body is perfect. He still misses a handful of times but he's working on it. He can't control the clovers.
Rules Of Your Power: The luck is constantly changing so he has to be aware of his surroundings at all time. He needs his gloves for daytime purposes but can take them off at night. The clovers are natural.
~General~
Family Members/Status: Cathrine and Jacob O'Connor(mother and father): Deceased, Marith and Jonas O'Leary(aunt and uncle): alive, no powers, Cousins: Jaime(talks to animals, I have a bio for him as well), Alex(no powers), Kristen(no powers), and Aela(half of a bio ready) all alive. Sarena MacAlister(ex-lover) deceased, Micheal and Brianna O'Connor(kids) deceased.
History: Brian was born in Ireland in the most secluded area, in a small village at the center of a forest. The town was pretty well away from the main cities and they were governed by a catholic priest. All feared him. He could do anything in the name of the lord and was left to it. No body really wanted to come from the big city to his town to question him, so long as he sent in his taxes. Brian was born to a Cathrine and Jacob O'Connor. Jacob's sister Merith married a man named Jonas O'Leary. They had four kids: Jaime, Alex, Kristen, and Aela. Brian was an only child though and was loved greatly by his family. His life was a tragic one though. When he was six, he and his childhood sweetheart Catalina were playing on one of the many walls around the island. They got into an argument over who was better at climbing and stupid things but he was angry when he said that he wished she was dead. A few moments later she slipped off the wall and broke her neck. The thing about it is that the rocks were dry and he carried that scar for a long time. A year later, when he was seven his whole life changed. That year was the worst ever for young Brian.
He was playing in the church with Jaime alone in the sanctuary. They were having a morning game of hide and seek when the sun came up. They didn't notice but they were playing near the main windows. The sun rose until it passed the cirlced window above the crucifix of Jesus causing a beam of light to shine directly down on Brian. His body absorbed the massive mount of energy. This jump started his powers but not know it, Brian began seeing dark shapes around the other people, a sudden imppulse sent a cuse out his mouth. He was shocked to see it absorbed by a dark energy around the priest, who immediately tripped on the carpet knocking over the altar with it's candles, one of which rolled to the drapes, starting a fire. Two nuns were injured and the Priest was furiated.
The priest knew it was brian. He had seen the beam of light as a sign from god that they were all sinners. He brought brian home and tied him to the bed, then he tried to exspell the demons from Brian but it didn't work. Since he couldn't walk in the sunlight, the preist said he was a demon or something unholy had happened. They had a drought that year, the first in ages and this was the perfect excuse for the priest not to be blamed. He went to Brian's uncles house and said that Brian was to be blamed but Jonas told them that it was the parents that were in league with the devil. He turned his wifes family in for the crime so Brian would not be punished.
The preist smiled at this and went before the community. "These two have been in legue with the devil. They have brought evil amongst us. The drought was brought to us by them. Satan has dried our lands because of this witch an her hunchmen. We shall be rid of them soon." He ordered a burning and a beheading thinking it fitting for trators. He was an old fashioned man and no one would ever go against him. "God demands it." he said to himself.
The day was cloudy and a light drizzle was comming down from the moody clouds. Brian was in the crowd being held back by the older men as he watched them tie his mother to a pole and bring his father to the chopping block. They placed bushels of sticks around his mother and his father refused the black bag. Their last words to him was, "Brian we're sorray. Be strong an' remembar tha' we luv yoo an' will be watchin' yoo." He couldn't believe what his uncle had done. He could see his uncle standing there with his head high but he'd left his family at home. They lit the torch and waited five minutes allowing his mothers screams to echo in his fathers ears before the preist screamed, "May God have mercy on your souls." The axe came down and Brian couldn't help but scream in frustration and saddness as his fathers head rolled off the trunk and his mother went silent, the fumes koncking her out while the flames consumed her flesh. It didn't stop there though. They made Brian lag his father;s body and his mothers ashes out into the unconsecrated grounds of the forest. He had to bury them a mile away from the town to ensure that the demon spirits would prey on them and not the towns folk.
Now the priest couldn't have young brian around causing problems, being that he was the devils son. He would have to be loosed upon another place, out of ireland. He must never return to undo him. Not that he could. He told Jonas to get rid of him and so he shipped him off to New York where he studied in a small school who were partial to any particular humans or mutants. He got his gloves from his teacher who had taken many sessions to try and learn about him. Slowly over the time, the teachers also notices the behavior patterns of his and discovered that it all lead to some form of luck. They made Brian aware of this and soon he was learning everything about his other powers though they seemed a bit more complicated as luck usually is. This is where he started dating a girl named Vanessa Harris. They split up for different reasons. The only one known to survive dating him. This school unfortunately was a target of an F.O.H bombing because they found out they were harboring mutant students. Brian at this point had been in many orphanages since he had no parents living in New York and would always screw thing up when he was looked at. He finally just ran away from them and so found himself enrolled in another school at the age of fifteen. This is when his second tragady occured. His third girlfriend Mara was killed.
Brian had been working as a mechanic for a few years when he started going out with Mara. She was with him for a total of three months when he lost her. He was taking her out to the movies and a dinner for their three month aniversary that day. He pulled into a store parking lot because he had gotten her a present but had forgotten to pick it up. Brian went in to get it and she decided to stay out in the parkinglot. A man came up, mugged her and shot her right when Brian came out. He ran over to Mara and called the cops but not before giving the guy a broken arm. He watched Mara die in his arms. He was caked with it when the cops showed up. The mugger had gotten away with his broken arm, and even checked himself into the hospital for a few days. The cops tried to pin her murder on Brian but they had no evidence and Brian told them the man had fallen and broken his arm. Sure enough they found him in the hospital and arrested him. Brian was heart broken for a while and decided at that moment that he wasn't going to loose another to death. Each life was fragile and he was going to enjoy whatever time he had with everyone that he knew, taking the time to enjoy things for a chance. He couldn't stay in the same school so he began searching for another and found one.
He met a girl named Sarena whom he gave everything to her. He loved her so much that he nearly married her. They a beautiful son together named Micheal Shane and a daughter named Brianna. This too was not meant to be. Sarena had been the hair to her father's clan being it's last survivor. The other scotish clan, the MacLeods, had Sarena, Micheal, and brianna killed off to take them out once and for all in a discreet way. Brian hadn't married her yet so he'd been spared, mostly because he was working two jobs plus more but now he wasn't sure. He still tries to look on the better side of things but he just shut's off his inner emotions.
Additional Information: He loves sweets.
Creators Age: 22
Character Information:
~Personal~
Name: Brian O'Connor
Age: 22
Birthday: June 13th
Gender: male
Orientation: Strait
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Where are you from: Ireland
Current living location: New York
Blood Type: B+
Relationship Status: single
Faction: good
Personality: Brian is one of the most sweetest and mellow guys around. He's lost too many people in his life that he loved to judge anyone by appearances. He has a deep inner spiritual self and it shines through his smile and his green eyes. He has to keep himself balanced because of his powers. He's been known to be a prankster in his days and has been a fan of a lot of fun. He's always looking to have a good time except when it involves breaking promises.
Being Irish, Brian hated braking promises. When he gives you his word of honor, it means something. It means he's going to come through no matter what the cost. He's actually grown more mature this past few years. Having been a father once has made him think more consciously of the future and what's in store for him. He's been said to be quite the lady killer. Once he sees you as his friend, his lover, or his family he become very attached and devoted to you. He truly takes life day by day and makes the best of it.
Brian may seem like a sweet, sensitive, and charming guy, well he is, but he also has his unpleasant side as well. He's got a tempter to him and if you rub him the wrong way you can be on the receiving end of it. He has bad habits like drinking sometimes(Kay a lot). He does have a cigarette every now and then. He would never smoke or drink around any child and mostly only reverts to these when he's stressed out beyond his normal level or if he's extremely pissed off. He hates crying in front of people but he will only cry in front of Jaime. Even then it's only because something painful was dragged up or something powerfully sad came over him. In general, he's a great guy with a few quirks. He's also slightly empathic so he tends to ride an emotional coaster sometimes.
Since his fiance and kids were killed, his eyes have become more hollow and his smile faded slightly, though he still tries to remain young at heart. He won't allow himself too much attatchment anymore.
~Physical~
Build: Tall, strong build
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240
Physical Description: Brian stands 6'1 and has a scruffy look to him. At first glance he looks like your average red headed teenager but if you look closer you'd see someone who'd seen way too much for his time. Barely slumping shoulders spoke of the sadness they've bore for a while, the shallowness of it also speaking of joy that had lifted them. His full lips curve neither up nor down at the ends, having seen too much of both to decide on one. A war between the clouds of sorrow and the rays of joy rages across the wild green pastures locked in his eyes. Sometimes those pastures are set aflame with rage that the conflicting ideas bring and a curtain of crimson locks fall to mask the battle from passing civilians. Drawn back away from his angled face are the many threads of woven flames held back by a black rubber band, allowing the strands to fall freely to his shoulders.
His wild green orbs tend to turn to a deep spiritual self. They looked within himself and within others, filled to the brim with the ideal of being alive and feeling again. They were both deeply spiritual, seemingly able to look through anyone without worry or fear, like he'd seen all the hardships but weathered them anyways, and yet so carefree that it seemed he'd never seen a bad day, almost at the same time. His capable hands that were callus free, were kept that way by a pair of snug green gloves at all times. They were a part of him and he'd never be rid of them until he could control his own powers along with his curses. On his right shoulder is a tattoo of a shamrock, symbol of his heritage and his powers. The left shoulder has a cross set aflame, burning brightly in the memory of his mother, bringing honor to her. He also has a bleeding heart tattoo, where only three people have ever seen, on the back of his callus free hand under his precious gloves.
~Clothing~
Everyday wear: He likes to change his style of clothing pretty often to match his mood. Just about anything he finds around will do but his favorite things to wear are not very fancy at all but more comfortable. At the base of his torso, the first thing he puts on is a white wife beater. It is a must since it hugs him closely, defining his deep cut abs and well worked chest. Showing each defined curve of his muscles even if he didn't really want it to. Belted to his waist by a black leather belt, is usually a pair of black or blue jeans. These jeans are faded so much that they are almost a new color. They hug his hips warmly, accenting the rather nice terrier, not to firm but not to square either. Seems very punchable at times. The jeans loosen as the travel down to allow his toned legs room to use their power easily when running or walking. They are well worn, almost to the point of disintegration at times but then again you might get luck and see him in one of those rare new pair...
Over this he pulls his favorite hoodie or sweatshirt. It's a simple black hoodie, a white Siberian tiger adorning the back. The tiger is stepping through large blue flames which spring up from the bottom edge. These flames continue to spout up along the seems of the hoodie from one sleeve to the next, leaving the front flameless. On the front left hand corner just under his shoulder, about mid-pectoral area, are the words 'Do You Fell Lucky?'. The words are sown in a green thread carefully. Just above the words is a four leaf clover stitched with the same thread. On the front pocket is a grass pattern growing up wildly, spreading across the entire thing. A few fire flies are floating around the tall grass as a pair of deep topaz eyes look out from the grassy depths. Much like his kitten's, they burn with a passion that no one could put out.
Dress wear: Usually Brian would wear a long silk dress shirt that his mom had woven for his father. It billows out at the elbows but is snug across his chest. A sudden black belt would synch a pair of long black slacks to his waist, the legs clinging lightly to his form. Flames dance their designs up from the bottoms outlined in a metallic green. As always his gloves accent the piece.
Formal wear: Brian has one tux that is reserved for special occasions. The tux itself is an off white collared shirt with milky white buttons up the front. The trousers are a green so deep that they are near black. The jacket being of the same color but with a deep crimson trim and pocket kerchief.
~Likes/Dislikes~
Strengths: Patience, humor, honor, strength, luck drawing, cooking, mechanic
Weaknesses: Big heart, perfectionist, claustrophobic
Likes: Drawing, color green, sunrises and sunsets, cooking, anything automotive
Dislikes: ladders, cracks in the street, splitting a pole, snobby people, and mutant haters
Fears: Fire, too big of crowds and the thought of being alone forever.
~Powers~
Powers:
Brian's main power is Luck. He uses his voice and superstitions to increase his luck or someone elses. He feels the luck energy of everyone around it and can intuitively tell when a person's luck will change. He can feel this energy and can tap into it, moving it constantly and manipulating it at all times. He also absorbs energy though his pores to replenish the enegy he uses.
Power Technics:
Every syllable counts. He must speak every word, every syllable properly because even a wrong letter could be the difference between a curse and a blessing. Even if he said a blessing with a bad tone or vibe, it might backfire on himself as a curse. For everyone he curses another is blessed, and for everyone he blesses another is cursed to maintain the balance. The superstitions are always around him and he has to be mindful of them. He can draw the negative energy or 'bad luck' from a person pulling it through himself to push it out in a condensed burst of energy from his palms. This burst usually knocks a person out or curses them for at least a week.
If he steps on a crack, someone near him would fall and hurt something like an arm. Stepping under a ladder makes that person fall off and it's different for each case. The only way to counter it is to say a blessing really fast but again if said wrong, it might make it worse. He tend's too do everything in multiples of three or seven and shy's away from thirteen and it's multiples. If someone curses at him three times with the same word, he'd automatically slugs them.
Brian is constantly taking in solar energy and converting it into any kind of energy he needs. It flows through is pores to replenish the energy, converting it to luck energy that he manipulates. He wears the pair of gloves to help regulate the flow of his energy. Without them, he would be constanly moving without stopping.
He can't walk in the sun without his gloves because the energy would tip the balance and cause untold damage. As a side effect of all the manipulation of luck, little fourleaf clovers sprout up where he steps if he waited only a moment. They only pop up in grass or wood. Anything else it doesn't. The excess luck energy leaks out of his energy field into the ground and the luck energy is formed into a clover that sybolizes it.
State of Control: Brian can control his energy powers only with his gloves and is fairly good with them. He is near perfect with blessing and cursing but no body is perfect. He still misses a handful of times but he's working on it. He can't control the clovers.
Rules Of Your Power: The luck is constantly changing so he has to be aware of his surroundings at all time. He needs his gloves for daytime purposes but can take them off at night. The clovers are natural.
~General~
Family Members/Status: Cathrine and Jacob O'Connor(mother and father): Deceased, Marith and Jonas O'Leary(aunt and uncle): alive, no powers, Cousins: Jaime(talks to animals, I have a bio for him as well), Alex(no powers), Kristen(no powers), and Aela(half of a bio ready) all alive. Sarena MacAlister(ex-lover) deceased, Micheal and Brianna O'Connor(kids) deceased.
History: Brian was born in Ireland in the most secluded area, in a small village at the center of a forest. The town was pretty well away from the main cities and they were governed by a catholic priest. All feared him. He could do anything in the name of the lord and was left to it. No body really wanted to come from the big city to his town to question him, so long as he sent in his taxes. Brian was born to a Cathrine and Jacob O'Connor. Jacob's sister Merith married a man named Jonas O'Leary. They had four kids: Jaime, Alex, Kristen, and Aela. Brian was an only child though and was loved greatly by his family. His life was a tragic one though. When he was six, he and his childhood sweetheart Catalina were playing on one of the many walls around the island. They got into an argument over who was better at climbing and stupid things but he was angry when he said that he wished she was dead. A few moments later she slipped off the wall and broke her neck. The thing about it is that the rocks were dry and he carried that scar for a long time. A year later, when he was seven his whole life changed. That year was the worst ever for young Brian.
He was playing in the church with Jaime alone in the sanctuary. They were having a morning game of hide and seek when the sun came up. They didn't notice but they were playing near the main windows. The sun rose until it passed the cirlced window above the crucifix of Jesus causing a beam of light to shine directly down on Brian. His body absorbed the massive mount of energy. This jump started his powers but not know it, Brian began seeing dark shapes around the other people, a sudden imppulse sent a cuse out his mouth. He was shocked to see it absorbed by a dark energy around the priest, who immediately tripped on the carpet knocking over the altar with it's candles, one of which rolled to the drapes, starting a fire. Two nuns were injured and the Priest was furiated.
The priest knew it was brian. He had seen the beam of light as a sign from god that they were all sinners. He brought brian home and tied him to the bed, then he tried to exspell the demons from Brian but it didn't work. Since he couldn't walk in the sunlight, the preist said he was a demon or something unholy had happened. They had a drought that year, the first in ages and this was the perfect excuse for the priest not to be blamed. He went to Brian's uncles house and said that Brian was to be blamed but Jonas told them that it was the parents that were in league with the devil. He turned his wifes family in for the crime so Brian would not be punished.
The preist smiled at this and went before the community. "These two have been in legue with the devil. They have brought evil amongst us. The drought was brought to us by them. Satan has dried our lands because of this witch an her hunchmen. We shall be rid of them soon." He ordered a burning and a beheading thinking it fitting for trators. He was an old fashioned man and no one would ever go against him. "God demands it." he said to himself.
The day was cloudy and a light drizzle was comming down from the moody clouds. Brian was in the crowd being held back by the older men as he watched them tie his mother to a pole and bring his father to the chopping block. They placed bushels of sticks around his mother and his father refused the black bag. Their last words to him was, "Brian we're sorray. Be strong an' remembar tha' we luv yoo an' will be watchin' yoo." He couldn't believe what his uncle had done. He could see his uncle standing there with his head high but he'd left his family at home. They lit the torch and waited five minutes allowing his mothers screams to echo in his fathers ears before the preist screamed, "May God have mercy on your souls." The axe came down and Brian couldn't help but scream in frustration and saddness as his fathers head rolled off the trunk and his mother went silent, the fumes koncking her out while the flames consumed her flesh. It didn't stop there though. They made Brian lag his father;s body and his mothers ashes out into the unconsecrated grounds of the forest. He had to bury them a mile away from the town to ensure that the demon spirits would prey on them and not the towns folk.
Now the priest couldn't have young brian around causing problems, being that he was the devils son. He would have to be loosed upon another place, out of ireland. He must never return to undo him. Not that he could. He told Jonas to get rid of him and so he shipped him off to New York where he studied in a small school who were partial to any particular humans or mutants. He got his gloves from his teacher who had taken many sessions to try and learn about him. Slowly over the time, the teachers also notices the behavior patterns of his and discovered that it all lead to some form of luck. They made Brian aware of this and soon he was learning everything about his other powers though they seemed a bit more complicated as luck usually is. This is where he started dating a girl named Vanessa Harris. They split up for different reasons. The only one known to survive dating him. This school unfortunately was a target of an F.O.H bombing because they found out they were harboring mutant students. Brian at this point had been in many orphanages since he had no parents living in New York and would always screw thing up when he was looked at. He finally just ran away from them and so found himself enrolled in another school at the age of fifteen. This is when his second tragady occured. His third girlfriend Mara was killed.
Brian had been working as a mechanic for a few years when he started going out with Mara. She was with him for a total of three months when he lost her. He was taking her out to the movies and a dinner for their three month aniversary that day. He pulled into a store parking lot because he had gotten her a present but had forgotten to pick it up. Brian went in to get it and she decided to stay out in the parkinglot. A man came up, mugged her and shot her right when Brian came out. He ran over to Mara and called the cops but not before giving the guy a broken arm. He watched Mara die in his arms. He was caked with it when the cops showed up. The mugger had gotten away with his broken arm, and even checked himself into the hospital for a few days. The cops tried to pin her murder on Brian but they had no evidence and Brian told them the man had fallen and broken his arm. Sure enough they found him in the hospital and arrested him. Brian was heart broken for a while and decided at that moment that he wasn't going to loose another to death. Each life was fragile and he was going to enjoy whatever time he had with everyone that he knew, taking the time to enjoy things for a chance. He couldn't stay in the same school so he began searching for another and found one.
He met a girl named Sarena whom he gave everything to her. He loved her so much that he nearly married her. They a beautiful son together named Micheal Shane and a daughter named Brianna. This too was not meant to be. Sarena had been the hair to her father's clan being it's last survivor. The other scotish clan, the MacLeods, had Sarena, Micheal, and brianna killed off to take them out once and for all in a discreet way. Brian hadn't married her yet so he'd been spared, mostly because he was working two jobs plus more but now he wasn't sure. He still tries to look on the better side of things but he just shut's off his inner emotions.
Additional Information: He loves sweets.
