Character Name: Conor O'Reily
Side: Agent
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: Stands at just over a rather lanky six feet tall with amber eyes that almost look aflame, short unkempt hair, and a rather scruffy beard clinging to his angular jaw. His general attire consists of a worn out pair of leather half gloves coupled with an unusually dark pair of sunglasses, an ankle-length trench coat which within rests a holstered .357 Magnum (Modified to hold twelve rounds and fire hollow-point silver rounds, blessed in advance), and baggy carpenter jeans held up by a ratty old belt with a Special Ops combat knife tucked in back still within it's sheath. Still, the most important object he owns and is never seen without is the silver cross hung about his neck.
Abilities: Fairly Mastered Terrakinesis
Talents: Drinking, Cooking, Leather working, Gunsmith.
Weapons: http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/101/a/6/Taurus_357_by_xJohnnyLawx.jpg Magnum, http://library.psyjnir.net/screens/175/Combat_knife.jpg Knife
Weakness: Virtually powerless if no element of earth is within a range of, at maximum, one mile. His constant drinking often leaves him groggy and unsure on his feet, many times accompanied by a splitting headache that causes his powers to go crazy.
History: Connor lead a fairly normal life from the time of his birth to the age of thirteen when his 'gifts' first began to show themselves. First it was small things such as skipping rocks further than anyone else could, but soon elevated to lifting the entire car just by thinking about how cool that would be and wishing he could. Connor, as it turned out, was a Terrakinetic. One of the gifted few who are able to control all things earth based with their will.
His family attempted to lead an otherwise normal life, sending him to a private catholic school were he found what he thought to be his true calling, Religion. He spent the years between age 16 and 26 preparing for his crowning achievement, finally becoming a priest at the age of 27. By this time he was married and his wife of three years was with child, he honestly thought life was as good as it could get, but as is the norm with fate the moment one thinks that everything comes crashing down. A member of 'The Opposition', a fairly low ranking demon at that, had been wreaking havoc on the small town for some time now unbeknownst to the citizens expect for a trail of unexplained murders, the last of which was Connor's wife. As the man felt his faith and will to live slipping from him, holding what remained of his beautiful wife's mangled corpse, a member of the Agency attacked the demon. The two fought on for nearly thirty minutes in front of the distraught man before the demon finally gained the upper hand and slew the agent, to whom the gun now spiralling towards Connor's feet once belonged. Something within the priest snapped, huge pillars of asphalt ripping up from the street to impale the creature as Connor gripped the modified .357 and fired repeatedly into the creatures horrid face. A second member of the agency soon arrived to clean up the scene, offering Connor a job as an agent seeing as how he'd finally accepted, they thought, what he was and that he now had a reason to fight 'The Opposition'.
Ten years have passed since then, the priest having accepted the job as an agent has now seen things that would make a normal man, a sane man, break down into tears and take their own life just to rid themselves of the images. His days now consisting of two things: Doing the jobs assigned to him, and drinking himself into a stupor of a sleep to save him from the waking nightmares he faces every day.