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{ Full name âĸ Nicknames }
Randall Dwyer Kerrigan âĸ None
{ Gender }
Male
{ Age }
20
{ Sexuality }
His sexuality is...open, that the most he will say about it.
{ Role âĸ Species }
Heir Kerrigan âĸ Human
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{ Personality }
{ Black Sheep | Flirtatious | Jokester | Petulant }
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History
Randall grew up on with the rules of his parents being the only law he has ever truly known. Which is potentially why he grew averse to them as he aged. Being young and wild is one thing, being someone like Randall is another. He had never liked the way his parents do things, and has never enjoyed being a part of a family that half hates him (Well, more dislike than anything with his parents.) While he is the eldest boy and strongest he is expected to take up the helm as the next ruling Lord of house Kerrigan - but Randall has always had bigger and better plans. Namely weaseling his way out of his family and starting his own; once he has tested those waters of course.
Of the things in his family that has caused the biggest rift between him and then would be the unfair treatment of the Mythical Creatures of their house. He has always been a big advocate for the mythicals, thinking of them just the same as he would any human. This has been a topic of great debate between him and his father for quite some time, and something that has distanced himself from his younger brother Osmund as well. But there are other reasons of course for his mutual disliking of the youngest Kerrigan. Osmund, or Ozzy Boy as he has so lovingly dubbed him (not.) Has never been his biggest fan, and thus Randall cannot bring himself to care for the younger boy as a brother. More like an annoyance that has pigeonholed him into a horrible stereotype. He would be perfectly happy to pass on the lordship to Osmund if he didn't enjoy pissing the boy off so much.
While he has not had many friends growing up - his greatest allies (not friends, but not exactly enemies) have been the twin mythicals living captive in his home. While there is nothing beyond a mutual neutrality between them he has always found them to be good to rant to, and has taken time out of his day plenty of times to sneak them items. It is well known that he supports this rebellion, no matter what that may mean for him in the future.
As a teenager Randall did much more than live a wild life, staying out late, wooing the young ladies of Eriborough. Even getting into trouble with the guards at time, he has been nothing short of a disgraceful black sheep to the family. Often receiving their punishments, but never heeding their laws. He was a young escape artist, able to charm or break his way out of whatever confinement his parents tried to force him into. In all honesty, they should have given up on him. But the Lord and Lady of house Kerrigan are nothing if not persistent. They would rather cover up his nature and pretend they still have a hold over him.
Family
Isaac Kerrigan, if anyone were to call Isaac a loving father they would be delusional. Perhaps in his old age he has gotten softer, but there is much to be left to desire with this man during my own childhood. If I were capable, I would have gotten out from under his thumb long ago.
Sophia Kerrigan, Mother...dear, where do I start with such a peach as her? Yelling, and simply being a downright unpleasant person. Whats not to like about her? There was perhaps one point in my life where I loved my mother unconditionally, but the brain wash has all but erased that unconditional love. I can't bring myself to hate the women, she gave me life after all, but I don't have to love her.
Marlowe Kerrigan
Osmund Kerrigan, dear little brother. A hostile little fellow who hates me more than I hate him. In all honesty I do not blame my brother for the brain washing tactics our parents have used. He is their youngest after all and in mothers old age her tendencies towards punishment may have become less harsh with him. It only makes it worse that the little bugger started seeking out our fathers approval so desperately.
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