Donald Finn O’Neill-Kirkland || Northern Ireland

[Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland]

Donald Finnigan O'Neil-Kirkland Turn that jazz up! We've got a real beau here for you tonight, ladies. Meet Donald, the most charming ginger on the street. With his debonair and sweet brogue, it is impossible to not want to get to know him! He'll take your hand, babe, and fly you to the moon and back.

CODE NAME: Archangel

Male

27

Heterosexual

British-Irish

Operative

Agent

Physical

179.8 cm

59.9 kg

Light Red/Orange

Green

Freckled Fair

Medium; Toned

Personal

Vibrant, carefree, relaxed, independent, eccentric, idealistic, and a lover of simplicity, Donald is a natural charmer. Yet he can also be a bit sulky, broody, depressed, and ill-tempered at his worst. Moreover, he’s totally unpredictable, and those good and bad traits sometimes smelt itself together to form the tip of his day's persona. It’s hard to see a reason to most of his actions; likewise it's confounding to sometimes to understand the meaning behind his words. Needless to say, there’s always a mask on him, a two–sided mask with intricate attributes that contrast each other that make up the same person. On the positive side, Donald is really outgoing and will have no problem talking to strangers, so prepare to see him pop many personal bubbles. He gives off a friendly and humble vibe, until he begins to talk in length. His debonair usually creeps on people; his talkativeness becomes more blown-out and energetic once he gets to know the person better.  The stories he tells is a really big part of his character. The stories can range from funny ones, to awfully strange ones, and to very serious ones. Yet he does favor his audience by talking about the most ridiculous of things at times and can humor them by going on a tangent with something else entirely unrelated (warning: his sense of humor is not spectacular). There are a handful of people who think he talks like a drunkard; truly, the words that come out of Don's mouth are usually very unique.   Donald just has a passion to talk, to be sarcastic, and to gossip (occasionally trashing on other people) because he enjoys seeing enlightened individuals of his own making. Maybe just a ‘passion’ is an understatement. Don enjoys receiving attention from others so much that he may feel a little sour without getting enough. So, if you are ever unlucky enough to be unaware, be prepared to lose hours of your life by listening to him talk. It's all good fun! Don acts by impulse, which makes him all the more mysterious. Sometimes he does things for no reason but explains that the reason will appear later on. He knows what he doesn’t know and sometimes doesn’t know what he knows. Strange, whimsical, there is no structure in him. Emotionally unstable—maybe, mentally unstable—likely. Still, he believes that he is quite a genius and an anomaly for being different, complex, and duo-faceted. Partially, the reason why he's a little reckless in his actions and speech is because he thinks his luck will always somehow bail him out. So far, he does have a history of being a lucky fellow. When he was a kid, he always thought he was lucky because he kissed the blarney stone in Ireland every Sunday for good luck (grandmama had told him to, actually). Thus, Donald thinks that he will be lucky forever because God blesses those who are diligent and work hard… like kissing blarney stones every morning. . The extent of his luckiness was being born with Deuteranopia, a mutation in the DNA that makes the person confuse a lot of damn colors. The chance of getting this kind mutation for color blindness for men and women is less than 1%. After learning this, he was thoroughly convinced that he is lady luck will always be on his side, whether he likes it or not. This is why he 'pushes his luck', or so to speak, whenever he gambles. He is sadly addicted to gambling and taking chances because of his assertive personality. Therefore he always thinks that he will somehow get the better end of the stick. All of the time. That mindset usually gets him to a lot of trouble but history has shown that he’s quite lucky. Though he may seem like a nice guy to an acquaintance or any random dude on the street, the more a person gets to know him, the more apparent his horrible vices become. Donald is trying to turn a new leaf with this new life of his, but the pigments from his lawless days still stain his persona. His pride is something that should never be shattered due to his repressed temper. Donald may be a very easy-going guy, but getting him irritated is one step closer to rousing the dormant ire. However, Donald is fine with losing over trivial things, for he has enough common sense as to how to pick his fights. But when the blades point at a topic he has a great passion for, that'll elicit some aggressive responses. Disagreements over his religion or his own personal beliefs of what is right or wrong can make him incredibly serious, spiteful, blatantly cynical, and sometimes physically aggressive. Those traits do not come from no where. For years, he has had this repressed state of mind of pure anxiety and self-loathing, but he hides it away from plain sight. His darker side is filled with rage, melancholy, confusion, and vengeance that accumulated from his sordid past. Therefore, his anxiety issues makes it very hard to see what others see. With that said, his morality is a sensitive subject. Don’s idea of ‘justice’ can sometimes be debated, but to him, that sense of justice is embedded into him like a carving on a diamond. He’s blind to every other way, every other option, and can only see the light that is his own. He's a good guy, striving to be a samaritan, but he's too unwilling to take risky chances.  Worst of all, Donald knows this. He’s completely aware of how bad he can be. He’s a man tied down by confliction, by anger, by confusion, and by his own mistakes. Perhaps his biggest curse is the fact that with every bad thing he does, he knows exactly why he’s doing it and why he shouldn’t. What’s morally righteous and what’s definitively righteous is separated by a hazy line. Conflicted with two identities and ideologies, religions, and cultures, he doesn’t really know who or what he is. He’s blotched by two identities—one that is trying live for the future and one that is stuck in the past.

Likes

Dislikes

Alcohol: You can never get in between a man (ahem he considers himself a man) and his alcohol. His drunken side varies depending on the occasion, and it’s not always a pleasant thing to be around. Ladies: Donald is the charmer, the lady’s man. He always perks up to the presence of a pretty gal and will do anything to platonically please her. That really goes for girls of all ages—he treats young girls like princesses and older ladies like queens. It’s just in his good nature and will to see women happy no matter whom they are. Therefore, he identifies himself as a ‘gentleman’ of the highest creed. Ha~ On the flip side, he will be pretty weary to girls who are on the ‘scarier’ side. Totally Platonic stuff: First of all, Donald isn’t a virgin ahem. During his ‘lawless’ days, he experienced ‘everything’. Nowadays, Don tries to abide to abstinence since he is taking his ethics and morals as a Protestant a bit more seriously. More of, he just has a little more self-control when it comes to his libido. He’d have no qualms if a woman (or a man I guess) sexually approaches him. It’s just never in his initial intention unless he’s really drunk or depressed. With that said, he still likes to admire and look at ‘naughty’ things. I mean, can’t stop him from being a guy. Listeners: He talks a lot. A whole, damn lot. That’s because Donny has a lot to say. He’s the type of person who freely talks about his opinions and theories. It’s embedded in his philosophy to ‘voice’ out what the inner soul has to say—or that is how he recites it. So, it pleases him to see people complying by listening. It’s always good to enlighten other people. Fashion: In the movies, they make it seem as if agents only wear black and white. Well that definitely doesn't go for Don. He dresses as a classy lad in khaki, beige, burgundy--you name it. Check out his closet and he has a colorful array of blazers, ties, leather jackets, hats, designer watches, and shoes. Let's say he's very keen on this sort of stuff. Ships: He's fascinated with ships. He took a field trip when he was a child to the shipyard in Belfest where the famous Titanic was built. Ever since that day, he has been collecting ship models and old ship blueprints. He has paintings and photos of old ships and even owns a little speed boat! He prides himself with that ship he had earned himself through hours of hard work, of which he also had gingerly named 'Belisama'. Music: Don isn't as musically talented his sis, for he can only decently play the flute and occasionally the fiddle or the guitar. As a kid, he wasn't really interested in music or dancing until his ma pestered him into earning talents. He ended up joining a marching band and was forced to take tap dancing classes. Now, he can't do a thing without music and loves to show off his dancing when the time is appropriate or whenever he is drunk. Athletics: The boy does his mum proud by being an athletic lad. It takes some beef to join these kinds of ranks, and boy does Don have the talent to fit the bill. He was a full-on rugby plater and a wrestler during his teen years. After mindless headbutting and a few injuries, he found golf to be just as fun as rugby. In addition, you don't get broken limbs from swinging a club! He loves to play golf and will be more than happy to invite pals to bond over a good hole-in-one. Riddles&folklore: When he was young, he had always played Hide-n-seek with his sister. There was something exhilarating about looking, about seeking, that it made him somewhat of an expert 'looker'. Riddles challenge that mindset. He loves trying to figure out good riddles and hard riddles. Because he enjoys hearing riddles and limerick, he adopted a talent of being able to make up his own. This goes hand-in-hand with his fascination of folklore, legends, and stories. It opens up a creative world for him, allowing him to freely tell stories of adventures and folly while still cleverly adding in a moral verse. The sea: If he can recall a moment of his childhood, it always includes the image of the sea. Even now, he likes to talk walks in the brisk of the morning by the shore. Being anywhere near a large body of water makes feel human and normal. Nothing can really tear him away from the crashing waves, rolling sea foam, and monotonous ebb and flow that give him a sense of tranquility.

People who are hard to deal with: Hard-headed, stubborn, horribly prudent AKA pipe up the ass ugh. Anything in that nature would give him such a hard time to connect, first of all. Donny always likes to have a connection or some sort of understanding with his audience. But when they cut him off with some sort of irritable nature, it really shuts him off and annoys him. Gambling: Don had been addicted to gambling—with words, decisions, and cut-cold deals. He hates it all. Donald is a risk-taker, but the sheer addiction to it had been his previous downfall. He's counting his blessings enough to avoid anymore gambling of anything. Fate is a whimsical bride; he'd best not test her. Untamed cruelty: I mean Donny has a sense of self-righteousness, but it doesn’t always overlap with the way society views justice. Don is a killer and had been a cruel killer, but never did he kill by whim. In the past, his targets had a reason to be killed; Don was that type of killer who always did his research on those who were on the hit list. There had to be a good reason for them to die. Therefore, he’s no fan of torture, the killing of innocent people, and senseless violence. In fact, he will do absolutely anything to get around it, up until the last straws. Morons: Well… according to his standards, that is. His sense of supremacy doesn't really have a cap on it. He claims that they ‘insult his intelligence’ with a stifled chuckle. It’s hard to tell when he means an insult when it is coupled with a laugh or a grin, but when it comes to the topic about intelligence and common sense, he means it. Broken promises: Now this is just called unfair 'business'. Donald has a weird thing where he trusts everyone when there is something that he wants. When he makes a promise, he will keep it. But if someone breaks their promise, it wouldn't be very pleasant to double-cross him. Too much control: Don likes order. Yeah, it’s more like a safety net to fall on if a lapse in judgment were to appear. However, he’s not very fond of following orders strictly. Being a creative lad, he rather enjoys doing things in different ways. Interruptions: Oh yeah that's just rude. Don't interrupt him. It might make things worse. Explicit rudeness: Self-explanatory. One-sided arguments: Please don't insult his intelligence with this. It's going to waste everyone's time. Being called English: Do not, I repeat, do NOT call him English. Don’t, please don’t for the love of all that is good in humanity. You may call him Irish okay, that’s fine, just not English. Just. Not. English.

Dreams

Fears

Repentance: He used to be a lawless. Donald knows all of the atrocities that a person can face in the book. There is a fear of being caught up by his past; therefore, he wants to seek something or someone to help him pay and get over his sins. Donald wants to keep living, yes, but every day is more like a survival round for him.  To live: Adding on to the last dream, Donald wants to live, not survive. He was given a second chance, but his mindset is still barred by the criminalistic instinct to survive with paranoia.  Make amends with his family: Things aren't always so good with the Kirkland family. After what he had done, it is no wonder why most of them don't like him. Though he might not show it, he really does care for all of them, and he wants to make things right for once.

Worthless: This is more like an internal, ‘mental’ fear. Donald always puts him out there to be acknowledged and seen. If he were to be ignored and cast away, he would feel the essence of his soul and pride would shrivel up like a dying spider. When trivial things are ignored (like his rants or litanies), he’s fine with that. But when it comes to an important decision, he cannot let himself be ignored at all lest he becomes enwrapped in some kind of bad sulking. Starvation: That is a bad, bad sign. When Don was a child, he got lost in the forest for about four whole days. There was no food to eat, thus resulting to the horrible trauma of facing starvation. Thankfully, he wasn’t dehydrated, which was the main reason why he had managed to survive. However, Donald is scarred from those days of desperation, loneliness, and starvation. Even now as an adult, he can’t bear feeling hungry without remembering that time. Even the slightest feeling of hungriness would drive him nuts. He’d go from nervous and anxious to physically unstable. It’s not a good thing to see. Creepy crawlies: He hates filth and varmints. First of all, both are unsanitary. Second of all, both can make a person sick. He can't stand bugs and vermin running up and around the house because he has this constant fear that those bugs would make him ill--or worse,deathly ill. Donald tries to be germ-free by washing his hands very often among other hygienic things. But of course, ladies like soft hands so he uses hand-lotion too. The one that can kill germs. He’s constantly scared that bugs will make him die slowly and painfully in bed. With that said, he is afraid of all kinds of bugs, creepy crawlies, butterflies, insects, you name it.

Background

Donald Finn O’Neill-Kirkland. It’s a mouthful to say, but that’s his name. They call him ‘Donny’ or ‘Don’, for short. He has always been that sort of animated character. Everyone in the family had known about his vigor ever since he was a young lad. Born with particularly fine and comely features, Donald had considered himself, often in quips of sorts, very lucky.  However, Don did not grow up as a ‘golden boy’ like Arthur. His smarts and talents weren't all in align with his twin and half-siblings, but his charm was what won many people over. Therefore, Donald was usually seen as the cheeky one of the lot, the sweet and mild-tempered twin boy that always donned some sort of a mischievous smile. Ah, and those green eyes always had a brilliant glow—vibrant, full of life, but as he aged, it began to be colored with a pensive undertone of understanding, creativity, and maturity.He was a good kid with an old soul. Donald thrived attention. The most of his maturity was evident in the way he avoided trouble, as a wee lad all the way up to his teen years. Honestly, he was (and still is) almost the polar opposite of his twin sister, Aoife, who was stubborn, hot-tempered, and quick to act. Because of his passive and easy-going nature, he managed to be really just the by-stander in the midst of peeved family members. Though he was the chatty one in the family, he had enough sense to not butt in during the intensity of quarrels. Therefore, it can really be said that he is on relatively good terms with his siblings during his childhood; perhaps, terms just good enough to allow him, as an adult, to relentlessly tease and joke with the Kirklands now without much worry. It can be said that he was on the best terms with his twin sister. Though they can be represented as ‘fire’ and ‘ice’ (Aoife and Donny respectively), they synchronized with each other incredibly well. They came hand-in-hand as a bundle; you can’t have one without getting the other. Inseparable. The twins provided each other the comfort of a companion that really shaped their childhood. In a way, Donny was the ‘dreamer’ and Aoife was the ‘doer’, and together, they had embarked on countless of adventures. During their teen years, they had countless of talks about moving back to Ireland. Don was ecstatic about it of course; he was convinced that it was going to happen. Yet he didn’t expect that picturesque childhood to crumble so quickly. As he grew older, the family feuds intensified. Every year, there was a new problem. His father, who was his idol, was increasingly becoming the type of man the Bible judges to not be. Lewd. Absent. A drunk. Off with women—married again. The whole ‘remarrying’ thing didn’t bother him until his father left again for another to bring another half-sibling to the family. Since he went to a strictly Catholic secondary school, he was judged. Don was more self-conscious at this tender age and was blessed with that aforementioned maturity and understanding. He took the glowers, the change of tones, and slights much more critically than his sister. Don was starting to hate the religion even more—the hypocrisy and discrimination. Even though each and every day was the bane of his sanity, Donald was mindful enough to keep this undercover. He didn’t want his already stressed-out mother and sister to know how much he was suffering from the cruelty of piety and society. Still with that keen eye, Donald began to notice all of the darker hues of the human nature. Greed. Lust. Wrath. Nothing made sense to him. People were just bad—naturally bad. The vices were innate—although he was colorblind, he saw every single shade of it. From the slums to the politicians, everyone was a liar. Decietful. Somehow, those colorful, dream-like memories were eradicated by the new, darker ones. Therefore, Don did almost a 180 with his personality. He became a bit more aloof, more quiet and condescending but still unnaturally good-humored during crude times. Approaching the age of seventeen, he became more cruel and hostile. He unofficially switched from a Catholic to a Protestant and joined a religious cult or a violent gang geared towards ‘Moral justice’. It was a young gang—just stupid teenagers playing with fire. But the whole idea of ‘scaring’ people into doing the right thing elicited a spark—a flame, a wildfire. That gang evolved into a cult that ‘threatened’ people to be moral, all the way to killing people deemed ‘unfit for the moral society’. His crimes, though mostly indirect, were piling up. Don did not want this burden to befall on his family, and so he left. Simple as that. No goodbyes, no kisses—he just left because he felt like he was old enough to do as he pleased. Don convinced himself that he was a man with a duty to do. For seven years, he stayed on the high ropes of crime while been told that he was doing ‘the right thing for good people’. The religion-based gang slowly decayed, shrouded by the luxuries of which their heinous acts had given them, and became a full-out mafia, also deemed a ‘terrorist group’, that was battling for power. Don, of course being a loyal member, had remained in the group even after the shift in objectives. The man only stayed because of the attention he received and loved. He was perhaps one of the most important men on board. He was the favorite too, the jolly merry-maker, the lady magnet, the suave man with the flat cap who spoke with such gusto. Clever, gifted, Donald made sure that everything was done systematically, done cleanly and precisely. Even though the gang went rotten and threw away the whole idea of being ‘moralistic’, Don still held his virtues. The first two years into the lawless life, he declined pretty much every sex offer, denying of wanting drugs, save for alcohol once in a while. Whenever he killed somebody, he recited a prayer in a soothing mumble. Don outwardly swore to never kill an innocent and always slay the evil. They called him the ‘Archangel’ as a joke. Then, he took a breath and inhaled the toxic plume of the criminal life and gave in, which was ultimately what shattered his whole persona. The drugs, sex, and booze ridded his soul of everything good. All of his hopes, his plans, his calculations, and his charm just lost its magic. Debt was piling up—he became addicted to gambling, thus brought the unlucky tide. Ah, that life became too overbearing. He became luckless the moment he abandoned his morals. In a sense, he was falling from grace. Don was convinced that he was going to rot in hell as he watched life turn from bad to worse. Only then did he truly see the destruction that his monstrous self had done. He was ready to lose it until he saw his sister—in the gang. By God, it was the first time seeing her after years. Truly, he thought she was a heaven’s sent—until he figured out her motive. Don knew her much too well to accept that Aoife became a lawless. Therefore, he observed as he tried to knit his sanity together. He was cautious, frisky, jumpy, and terribly unstable. He lost his popularity; therefore, nobody really paid much attention to him. Perhaps it was because of his foresight that saved him. There was no other way to explain it other than that Don was lucky—lucky that when MI6 captured him, they spared him. At this point, he was damn sure it was Heaven’s intervention to save his life. Fate—just had to work that way. It was luck that his sister was the double agent. Luck that he was captured and not killed. Luck that they trusted him—and recruited him. God damn luck. It’s really a mystery why he was recruited instead of throwing him into jail. He assumed that it had to do with his familial relationship and the usefulness of is information during that critical mission. And so, Don accepted the offer with no hesitation, seeing this as the only way to make up for the sins he had really done. Though he was under heavy surveillance, he excelled in his training because of his prior experience. After countless of tests, missions, classes, and oaths, he became integrated as an M16 member two years ago. He swore his allegiance to this team. From this day, he has not looked back. His own ways are gone. Seen as loud, funny, eccentric, but oddly humble, pious, and sweet-natured, Donald now is seen as the ‘good guy’ for the most part. His moral gears still twitch from now to then—he’s no perfect machine, still enigmatic, but for the most part, he is recovering. Although he has been convinced that he is doing good, he still broods about his past and reflects on what he had been and who he has become.

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. I've been waiting four hours to accept this - and now I'm doing this. Anyway, nice to hear you mention Arthur - I went so vague about it like as if his siblings are not even important at all. Anyway, I've been waiting to read your history and I must say: it amused me to no end. ARCHANGEL - what should I do? See him as a past villain or look at him in a brighter light? But man, really goes to show that the siblings in the family are really divided amongst themselves and how you portray history: I like it. ... I want to give Donny a Glasgow Kiss for some reason. Anyway, your writing style, I just, it's amazing. The name is O'Neill-Kirkland. Donald Finn O'Neill Kirkland.

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