O'DONNELL, Liam M.

(Henry Ian Cusick)

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Name: Liam Michael O'Donnell
Age | B-day: 36 | December 11th, 1974
House | Year: Graduate of Hufflepuff 1991
Bloodline: Muggle-born
Position: Citizen, Order of the Phoenix support force
Side: OotP
Occupation: Bartender at the Abby
Wand: 13'' Maple Hippogriff Talon

Hair: Dark brown, about shoulder length and often wavy
Eyes: Light brown
Height: 6'3 1/2''
Weight: 210
Markings: Liam has a lion tattoo on his left shoulder blade, and Gaelic writing on his right forearm. He has a few scars on the back of his left hand, from when he was bitten by a dog when he was a child.

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Phobia: anything Canine. When he was younger, his step-brother and his friends decided to bully Liam. One of the neighborhood kids had a Rottweiler, and it was rabid one. The young Liam ran for his life, but the dog eventually caught up to him and bit him on the left hand, the hand he'd used to shield his face from harm. Since then, he's tried to steer clear of any dogs, wolves, and especially any animagi who can transform into the sort.

Habit: Fidgeting, is a horrible habit when Liam gets anxious about something. His hands start to tense up so he repeatedly flexes his fingers, has to tap his fingernails on something. His legs bounce or shake, he is also known to pace. One of his tells when he is lying or overly nervous is that Liam chews on his lips.

Pet Peeve: Messing with someone he cares about (obviously), running when the tab isn't paid at the bar (but they are quickly detained), and cockiness. The Irish-Scot barman is always there to take you down a notch if you get too huffy in his pub.

Personality:
Liam is as happy-go-lucky as any bartender at a local pub. Most let the brute body he carries as an intimidation factor, but he really means well. More often than not, he's laughing, chatting with the patrons and encouraging everyone to have a good time. Liam can be quite charming, and as sweet as pie, but if you make the wrong move, it may be your last. Within reason, of course. Liam doesn't start the fights, he usually tries to mediate or negotiate, if he's involved.

It has also been said that he is as stubborn as an ox (and as strong as one also). Liam has one younger sister and a woman he considers his surrogate, so he is a big brother and can be very protective. Growing up, he was taught that family is very important, and should be treasured. Powered with a roaring laugh, Liam is witty, has a great sense of humor and is a very personable man.

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Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Family:
Lara Gregory - Sister - Muggle - Alive - 32 - hiding
Ioan Gregory - Brother-In-Law - Wizard - Alive - 33 - hiding
Carabeth Gregory - Niece - Witch - Alive - 7 - hiding
Calvin O'Donnell - Step-Brother - Muggle - 40 - Living in the Muggle World
Mariah O'Donnell - Sister-in-Law - Muggle - 32 - Living in the Muggle World
Catherine O'Donnell - Niece - Muggle - 12 - Living in the Muggle World
Elizabeth O'Donnell - Mother - Muggle - Deceased
Michael O'Donnell - Father - Muggle - Deceased

History: Born to an father of Ireland and a Scottish mother, this muggle-born wizard hails from Dublin, his father's homeland. Little is really known of his childhood, as it is standard, and even Liam himself finds it a bit boring. He was raised on a farm with his younger sister Lara, who is a muggle. Unlike his older step-brother, Calvin, Lara was very understanding when they all found out about her brother, and how he was 'special'. She was always kind and understanding when it came to the unusual changes he was going through. It made Liam very sad when it came time for him to leave home and go to Hogwarts. He wanted so badly for his sister to come along, to be just like him, but it was no use. He was a wizard, and she was a muggle, plain as that.

His first year was difficult. Liam was a farmboy, outcast from the children that were at this new, strange school. Magic was new for him altogether, and he had no one to share it with him. It wasn't until the sorting hat ceremony that he found a friend, Aric Masterson. Some Slytherin 2nd year decided to be a jerk and try to trip Liam on his way to the Hufflepuff tables, when Aric lent his hand to help him up. They'd been friends ever since. Masterson introduced him to Quidditch (which looked far more technical than Rugby) and was his official study-buddy when it came to magic and knowledge about the magical world.

As he went through his seven years at Hogwarts school, he found that he'd grown apart from his family. All of his adventures, all of his tales, were too bleakly told. They had to be there. And it was all so far fetched, so much of a fairy tale, that they hardly believed a word he said. His family was now his friends, those who understood him, from the Magical realm. It hurt him to turn his back on his family, to let go of whatever bond he had with his baby sister, his step-brother, and his parents, even, to start his new life.

Once he graduated, he enlisted at the Ministry, to become an Auror. It was there he first caught sight of Kara Viridian, who was the daughter of the famous Nicholas and Alexandra Viridian. It was such a well-known name around the Ministry halls, he immediately remembered her face again when she came into the Pub that night. (Turned out he failed his exam to join the ranks of the Aurors, and had nowhere else to go, so he became a bartender.) She definitely had her mother's beauty and grace. Kara was with her friends, 'Lana, Mariann, Collette and Priscilla, celebrating something. It didn't matter. He was so glad to have seen her again.

Unfortunately, one of their later meetings involved saving her from herself when her boyfriend, Jaleth, left her in one of the most dramatic scenes he'd ever witnessed. From that night forward, he and Kara were inseparable. At first, he kept telling himself that she was much like his sister, loyal, sweet, funny, and altogether amazing. But it wasn't until lately, he has discovered there is a different feeling lingering there.

Currently, he runs the Abby pub. He has seen his share of war, witnessing the coming and going of the Lord Voldemort and his power, as well as the entrance of this new regime, for which he holds a great hatred. His best friend, Aric Masterson, was killed in the battle at Hogwarts, a battle Liam wishes he could've participated in, one he thinks may have turned out differently if he helped. He serves the Order of the Phoenix as an enforcer on their support force, but he would step into bigger shoes, given the opportunity. Kara is the runner he is set to aid, and until his dying day, he knows he has to protect her.

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Name: Kay
Experience: Around 13 years now
Contact: pm is fine
Other Characters: Kara, Fierro, Jonathan, etc..
How'd you find us? been here for a while.

RP Sample:
Kara was standing at her perch, near the window, staring inside, into the hypnotizing flame. The outside of the building was cold, but it was at least quiet out here, save the few souls actually hanging out here as well, some smoking, others playing with the snow. She was slowly dozing off, exhaustion taking its toll on her body. That‘s what 3 hours of sleep in the past two days could do to you.

Kara wasn't even supposed to be there that night. Where she should've been standing (or preferably, sitting) was in Damien's office, waiting for him to return, waiting for his answer about her plan. This plan was perfect. The plan she devised was to take a polyjuice, and under the disguise of a wandering Death Eater, learn the floor plan of Azkaban and the Williams’ compound, if she got that far. That way, she’d relay the intel back to those who were willing, and they would plan an attack against Williams, finally. No harm, no foul. It had been way too long since the Order was reconstructed and they haven’t seen a drop of action. Kara was far too tired of being caged, going out for those stupid supply runs. She wanted to ambush Damien as soon as he got back, then he had no choice but to answer her.

Her head jerked back up as she caught herself falling asleep, her cheeks flushing a bit, and she wondered if anyone even saw her. She eyed the moon, judging the time by its position. Her eyes searched through the darkness, through the chilly, winter air. It was too quiet, an eerie sign, a bad omen. There was a light howl on the wind and the mazes began to shift with the moving air. Wasn’t Damien supposed to be here by now?

Then, in a stumbling, muttering mess, came her answer. The usually quiet one, Nadia, had returned, coming through the mazes like a bat out of you-know-where, or at least, as fast as one could move in this weather. She said something to one of the other inhabitants who was standing around, so Kara moved closer to investigate. She looked panicked. She looked terrified, and injured. The scarred one raised an eyebrow, her eyes widening at the sight of the poor girl with her wound. ”Nadia? What’s going on? Where’s Damien?”

Everything happens for a reason. Kara hated saying that to herself, she hated hearing it said to her by other people, but it was true. As much as she wanted to be hanging around in Damien’s office, something compelled her to be here. And this was it. Had she been elsewhere, inside even, at this moment, she wouldn’t have heard it firsthand.

”Damien’s gone.”