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| Full Name: Conor Edward Donnovan Birthdate: October 27, 1943 Age: 57 Height: 6'0 Hair Color: White Eye Color: Green |
| Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland Name Meaning: Hound-lover (Irish). Prosperous guardian (English). Parents: Timothay O'Conor, Elizabeth Donnovan O'Conor Siblings: Margot Donnovan, Harry Donnovan, Rose Donnovan Flemming. Children: Timothay and Ciara Donnovan Nicknames: Con |
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| Second oldest and one of two boys, Conor was born Don O'Conor 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 politics, particuarly the Sinn Fein party in his mid-twenties. He soon found the party too extreme for his tastes although he did catch the attention of the mysterious Mr. Flynn due to his breif involvement. After preventing an attack Flynn was to be responsible for, he left for America, looking for greener pastures. He became a citizen, got a job, and, when Don was twenty-eight, he met Amy Dunn. She was a girl of twenty-three whose Irish parents still lived in Colorado. They were engaged and married; a year later their son, Timothay, was born, named after Don's father. 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 Don 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 Don and Amy went to New York state to see specialists. While Amy was in the hospital, Don 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 Don 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 Don 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 Don, 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 Don'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 Don 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. Don 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. He was not to be able to mourn her for long, however, for not even a year had passed before he received a message announcing his two children in the hands of terrorists. Flynn had returned to seek his revenge on Don's family. Don had gone to the CIA at once, and he and two agents had tracked them to the United Kingdom. They'd found Timothay, horribly tortured and weakened, and he'd led them to where Ciara still was. They'd rescued her and found another young man. Timothay had shot one of the escaping operatives, the other was dead. He had remained in New York with both children for awhile, until heart problems encouraged him to go to a specialist in Chicago. Before moving he changed his name to Conor Donnovan, hoping to keep his family out of the interest of Flynn's gang for a little longer. |
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