Name:
Zadkiel O'Connor
Nicknames:
Zad, Connor, pouty mouth, Paddy(Common nickname for those Native to Ireland along with Mick.)
Age:
23
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Hunter or Creature:
Hunter/Unknown ex-angel
Abilities:
Zadkiel O'Connor
Nicknames:
Zad, Connor, pouty mouth, Paddy(Common nickname for those Native to Ireland along with Mick.)
Age:
23
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Hunter or Creature:
Hunter/Unknown ex-angel
Abilities:
- Zad is a skilled mechanic. He knows the inner workings of most any given machine so well that he can often detect when something is wrong merely by listening closely.
- He possesses great proficiency at reading and manipulating people and assessing a given situation through observation, is a competent con artist, and is knowledgeable in how police, the fire department and various other agencies-such as the FBI, Home Land Security and Center for Disease Control operate and respond to emergencies.
- He is superbly proficient in hand-to-hand/close quarters combat and in knife fighting as well, preferring a blade to a gun any day.
- Zad is also highly adept at escape and evasion, and can effectively remain unseen and move silently when the situation requires stealth. He is highly resourceful as well, can quickly bypass (pick) most standard locks.
Likes:
Science fiction movies, baseball, greasy fast food, machinery of all kinds, & chewing on something/anything(He has an oral fixation.)
Dislikes:
Long boring books, cats, boats, being stuck indoors, and the British.
Fears:
Never figuring out what 'it' all means, being forgotten soon after he's dead, failing those he has taken charge of, people realizing he isn't worth much, never being missed.
Skills:
Deficits:
Distinguishing Marks:
Zad has two long white scars along his shoulder blades that while not prominent, are noticeable enough. the indent inward instead of protruding outward like most scars and he has no idea how he came to get them.
Science fiction movies, baseball, greasy fast food, machinery of all kinds, & chewing on something/anything(He has an oral fixation.)
Dislikes:
Long boring books, cats, boats, being stuck indoors, and the British.
Fears:
Never figuring out what 'it' all means, being forgotten soon after he's dead, failing those he has taken charge of, people realizing he isn't worth much, never being missed.
Skills:
- Zad has the ability to remain optimistic despite eternally getting the shit end of the stick.
- He also eats more saturated fat than any person still alive and with a waist to shoulder ratio like his ever has a right to.
- He can fight, his body just naturally seeming to know what to do but most of his resiliency comes from his indomitable heart and stubborn streak a mile wide rather than any actual physical advantage.
- He is also wicked quick with a knife, possessing an unnatural speed and grace with anything that has a sharp point.
Deficits:
- His notable and memorable thick Irish accent makes it harder for him to blend in or pose as various forms of authority of law enforcement and his best American impression...well put frankly, sucks.
- He is not the sharpest shooter preferring to bring knives to gun fights. He can hit his targets but never quite exactly where he means to.
- He never knows just when to shut his mouth, when it's time to fold and wait for the advantage. He can't help but come back with a quip that usually makes things only that much worse for him.
- He is easily led astray by a pretty face(male or female) and tends to buy into just about anything they say. A certain gullibility comes with swooning.
Distinguishing Marks:
Zad has two long white scars along his shoulder blades that while not prominent, are noticeable enough. the indent inward instead of protruding outward like most scars and he has no idea how he came to get them.
Personality:
Zad is afflicted by being what has been affectionately dubbed "permanently rough around the edges." He can be obnoxious, pushy, close-minded, and bullheaded. See's himself not as a hero but as a degenerate sinner. He can also be brave, fiercely protective, compassionate and steadfast. He can be both incredibly selfless and incredibly selfish, sometimes in the same breath. He conceals his issues behind a smartass, gungho attitude. He takes pleasure in the simple things; if he focuses on these things and not on the larger picture, he can fool himself into thinking that this life is perfect for him. He takes the world's troubles and puts them on his shoulders, and it tears him apart. Zad is very much an Alpha Male character, asserting his own will time and again, even when he'd do better not too. He possesses the compulsive need to take care of the people, and loves fiercely albeit unwittingly. He can be sensitive, but mostly he stuffs his feelings down and never, ever, talks about them, so mostly he's just repressed. That's all underneath the surface - like good nougat, on the outside Zad is brash, crude, and as tough as they come, and has developed humor as a means to cope with most everything around him. He is like an Irish Mal Reynolds with his Steve McQueen swagger, Paul Newman charm, and John Wayne no-nonsense.
History:
Zad has no memories going back before he was nine years of age. He washed up on the shores of Staten Island in a small dingy, completely unconscious. There one of the Baymen by the name of Robert Webley found him. Webley discerned Zed's immigrant parents must have set him adrift in a lifeboat from their voyaging ship after they were refused entry into the country in the hopes Zad would make it into America covertly. He was dehydrated and exhausted with nothing more on him but the clothes on his back and a name on his lips, Zadkiel. Figuring a kid saddled with a name as unfortunate as Zadkiel didn't need to tack something awful like Webley onto the end of it least he get teased relentlessly for the rest of his days, Ol' Bert helped Zad pick out a suitable last name that represented where he was from, O'Connor, which was the Irish Surname for the patron of warriors. They lived close to the docks surrounding the city and thrived in that simple life until Bert up and decided to send Zad away one day when he turned 14 to make a future for himself in New York City. The Life of a Bayman was a poor and forever exhausting one and he thought the kid deserved better than he could give him.
Things waged on like that for a few years until one of the boys had the presence of mind to slit the Reverend's throat in the night while he slept and all the boys, fearful they'd be pinned, flew the coup. More than thirty mentally unbalanced teens filled the streets, unsure where to go from there and were unfortunate enough to encounter a crook by the name of Bower before Zad could convince them all to hide out at Bert's. The boys, not knowing Bert themselves and afraid for what lay ahead for them decided to adopt the lifestyle and stuck with Bower, and Zad, not wishing to leave them at the mercy of a criminal entered the ring with them and leant to lead a life of crime. For several years, it wasn't too bad, petty crimes and theft kept bread on the table and there was a sense of kinship and camaraderie amongst them all.
It wasn't until Bower hatched a plan to steal gold off one of the barges that things went sour. To do so, they would have to assume the identities of the Baymen for a day undetected. He planned on leading his little crime ring in a surprise attack and killing all the Baymen while they slept. Zad thought of poor old Robert Webley and stole off into the night to warn all of the dock workers of the impending attack. But he never made it that far. He was caught by Bower and some associates of his that he had never had the displeasure of meeting before and brought to an abandoned warehouse. This was where he discovered he had a nasty surprise in store for him, possession. Bower was in fact a low level black eyed demon, but he took orders from on higher up. He was to taint as many young and nubile souls as was possible by leading them to be crooks and murders before killing them off. For every soul he damned to hell, he gained a demon for his bosses army. Knowing Zad had some sway with the boys, that they trusted him, he intended to have him possessed...only every demon that attempted using him for a vessel was unsuccessful, like Zad had a wall up inside. He was unpossessable and in what had to be Zad's biggest stroke of luck yet by far, the demons who had him had been tracked back to the warehouse by a team of hunters who descended upon them just in the nick of time. You can guess the rest, Zad learnt about the things that go bump in the night and the people who valiantly fought and slayed them. He clued in the boys from the wayward shelter and they all became hunters.
Zad still has no clue as to where he comes from and no connections beyond those he forged on Staten and in New York but if his track record is any indication, he won't be able to stop himself from stumbling upon the dangerous truth one of these days...
Face Claim: Chris Pine
Theme Song:
Hozier || Take me to Church
Hozier || Take me to Church
- My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen! Amen. Amen...
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
