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| Full Name: Conor Edward Donnovan Birthdate: October 27, #### Age: 57 Height: 6'0 Hair Color: White Eye Color: Green |
| Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland Parents: Timothay Donnovan, Elizabeth O'Hara Donnovan Siblings: Margot Donnovan, Harry Donnovan, Rose Donnovan Flemming. Children: Timothay and Ciara Donnovan Nicknames: Con Job: Retired |
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| Second oldest and one of two boys, Conor was born in Dublin but his parents moved to the small village of Ballymena when he was eight. He was happy growing up in Ireland but when he was a teenager, he grew much more aware of the political situation and, following his father's example, became invovled with it. His first job was at the age of fifteen, working on a farm. When he was seventeen, he took a job helping a lorry driver and travelled extensively over Ireland until the time he was 21. He got his own lorry and spent a great deal of time travelling, observing and discussing politics with anyone interested. He became involved with Sinn Fein in his mid-twenties, and met Ewan McTaggert during several incedents. Also during one incident he met and talked to the mysterious Mr. Flynn, catching the man's attention but not having anything further to do with him until a few years later. Conor and Ewan became good friends, and after another, far more violent encounter with Mr. Flynn, they both left Ireland together, hoping to escape his notice. Ewan became an American citizen although Conor hesitated, and they parted ways after Ewan joined the army. When Conor was twenty-eight, he met Amy Dunn, a girl of twenty-three who had moved from Ireland when she was a child. They were engaged and married; a year later their first son, Timothay, was born, named after Conor's father. Amy constantly was after Conor to get his papers to become a citizen, and when Timothay was three he finally did. He and Amy moved with their son from Boston, Massechusetes to Charlotte, North Carolina. They lived in a small apartment there for two years, and had just bought a house in the small town of Waxhaw, not too far away, when their second child was born. Their daughter was named Ciara, after Amy's grandmother, and for awhile the four of them lived very happily in Waxhaw. When Conor was thirty-nine, Amy began to have weak spells and nausia. At first they both brushed it off as the flu, but when it refused to abate they began seeing doctors. When even the hospital in Charlotte was uncertain of what to do, the children (five and ten) were sent to Colorado, to be with Amy's parents, while Conor and Amy went to New York state to see specialists. While Amy was in the hospital, Conor realised it would be her best inerests for them to stay near the hospital. He sold the house in Carolina, got a smaller home and then his father- and mother-in-law came up with Ciara and Timothay from Colorado. Amy's condition seemed to improve, and when Conor turned 40 he was certian his life had finally levelled off and everything was perfect once again. It went this way for the next four years. For restless Conor it was hard to not travel, but Amy didn't have the strength any more, and he had enough on his hands trying to raise a teenage son and young daughter. He was forty-four, Amy thirty-nine, when the disease made its comeback, worse then it ever had been before. Amy had to return to the hospital full-time, and Conor, between working and spending time with her, could not give his children the care they need. Amy's parents couldn't take them this time, and the only other option was to send them overseas, to Conor's family. So ten-year-old Ciara and her fifteen-year-old brother were sent to Ireland to meet grandparents they'd only ever heard stories of while Conor tried everything to keep his fading wife alive. About six months later, Amy seemed to have made enough improvement to return home: bedridden and with enough hospital equipment in the home to make it look as much like a hospital ward as anything else, but home nontheless. Six months after that the children came home, and it was arranged that they should spend every summer with their grandparents in Ireland. Conor knew he was losing Amy but he didn't let greif weigh him down a moment sooner then neccicary. He was fifty-one when she died at the age of forty-six. Losing her was like being condemmed to live in a windowless cellar for the rest of his life, and he mourned her hard. His son returned to Ireland to study, while Ciara went to live with Amy's parents once more. Conor spent a great deal of time in a dazed state of greif until his heart began to trouble him greatly. Suffering a terrible heart-attack at the age of fifty, the doctors feared he might not live. He decided it would be best to give his children their inheritence early, but refused to die easily. Timothay and Ciara helped him move to Chicago, to a hospital specializing in heart care, and Ciara stayed with him for about a year, then moved to California. He remained in Chicago, more at peace with losing Amy then he had been before, and learning to cherish each day of his life as he never had before. |
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