O'Riley Blood

( Chris Evans. male. he/him. It will come back & Hoizer. ) well, would you look at CIAN O’RILEY this year? i believe they have been training for THIRTY-SIX YEARS of their FORTY years of life. this makes them a PROFICIENT hunter in their family, but they’re also pretty good at CHESS. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to QUEENS by TRUCK. ( peach. 26. she/her. est. ) @duskintros

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

Full Name/Nickname: Cian Sean O’Riley

Age/DOB: 42 years old / october 29 1979

Zodiac Sign: scorpio

Gender: male

Living Arrangement: 512 old grand st in queens

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: heterosexual

Religion: catholicism

Occupation: public detective

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Goals/Desires: find his parents’ killer, watching his children follow the family’s line of hunters, eventually having a better relationship with his brother

Fears:  failure, abandonment, being a disappointment to the rest of his family, his children not needing him anymore, rodents

Hobbies: chess, reading, deer hunting, cooking, 

Likes: dark chocolate, a good mystery book, fires, chess, blankets, fresh linen, everything in its place,

Dislikes: lying, pigs, cleaning up after people, unfinished projects,   

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

Parents: Killarney & Amelia O’Riley

Sibling(s): Nessa O’Riley, Torin O’Riley, Imogen O’Riley, Killian O’Riley

Children: Freya O’Riley, Aidan O’Riley, Maeve O’Riley

Spouse: Katherine O’Riley (nee Murphy)

Pet(s): two golden retrievers named Nola & Kane

𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

council members 

law enforcement coworkers - police officers, other detectives, lawyers (killarney was the police chief)

the other side of the law (corrupt)

obv the person who killed his parents but he doesnt know it yet

friends (old, new, childhood)

enemies 

family (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc)

good/bad influence 

confidant

rivals

the homewrecker who keeps trying no matter what

the one ppl think is the homewrecker bc theyre always seen together

location // a cafe downtown 

“Sorry for cutting short at the party. I think honestly it was for the best considering it took me nearly two days to feel better.” He takes a sip from the cup of coffee he ordered. “Is this why you wanted to meet? To continue on the conversation? I can’t say I’ll be much help anymore.” 

he takes another bite into his birthday cake pop, puts his hands on his chest in a defensive manner. “who doesn’t put everything they see into their cart here?” eyes glancing to the cart, which causes his face to scrunch in regret. guess he went a little overboard. “i mean .. i can always get another cart?” 

“Two carts? With the limited amount of check out lanes they have? You’re hilarious.” Cian continues down, the list now in his hands as he tries to look over it once more to make sure they had the bare minimum at least. “I think we have pretty much everything that was needed. Real question is, you still got that folding table? How big is it again?” 

location // the suit store called Jos. A. Banks.

As needles are pressed against his skin by the tailor to continue working on the newest suit to his collection, his eyes watching everyone else in the store meet a pair of familiar ones who is also watching him. “You need something from me or you just enjoying the view knowing I could get stabbed by these little pins?” 

location // the very public outdoor seating of starbucks 

Cian can feel the taste of regret on his tongue as he continues to take small sips from the more expensive cup of coffee he’s had in awhile. He can’t tell if it’s from the coffee or the woman, in front of him, patiently waiting on him to say something.  He can’t figure out their relationship anymore and it causes him to be hesitant. “You hear anything ‘bout runes being on people’s bodies?” 

location // the fine establishment of the target department store

Cian knows better than to trust anyone, even himself, in the deep dark hole known as Target. Why? To put it simply, the list he carries in his pocket as the men travel through each isle is no longer any importance. He knows this because of the current cart situation almost being too full. “I knew it was a bad idea getting you involved in this party. You’re almost worst than Kat in this place.”

location // the O’Riley family home in 2000

Cian runs a brush through Katherine’s wet hair, gently pulling out the tangles as she sits in front of him. “Why are we doing this again?” It’s the second time he has asked the question already knowing she’s going to say it’s for the baby and how he needs to learn how to braid hair if they’re going to have a girl. He thinks it’s dumb but he’d rather do it than face whatever pregnancy hormone is going to come next. 

“ouch.” she clicks her tongue and thinks of the right words to say to her brother. “you think you two will ever get over this shit and move on?” it was a question that had been nagging at her, never knowing the right time to ask. it seemed like every-time she had the chance – chaos happened. “i’m sure no more than a couple grand. i know a lot of people ended up donating alcohol and making food for the event as a form of … charity i guess.” shrugging as she puts the drink to her mouth. “couldn’t be me.” 

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“No.” Cian doesn’t bother to change his tone to something more light to indicate he wasn’t being serious in the fact of how much his brother continues to hurt him. “I deserve an apology after his accusation of me kidnapping Leilana like I care that much he loves her.” The words left a bitter taste as he thinks more about the situation. It seems the council sways him more than he leads on. Another time (a better one) is needed to figure that one out. “Hmm... They should’ve gotten a nacho bar.” 

Torin chuckles, a sardonic smile on his face as he shakes his head at his brother. He could taste the hatred in the humor and he raised the drink to his lips to wash away the taste with the strong liquor. There wasn’t much that could be said between the two of them when neither brother seemed interested in making amends with the other. Torin was the type to throw fists then get the hell out of dodge when it came to family matters. “I’m not keeping you. Go on,” he says with a nod of his head in the direction of Kat. “If you weren’t so busy drinking maybe you could’ve stopped your wife from getting mauled to near death.” - It’s a low blow; insensitive and hypocritical for a hunter such as Torin who drinks to cope and is never around when it matters. 

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Cian feels the words more than what he actually hears come from his brother’s mouth. The churning in his stomach nearly causes him to falter back but he just continues to take another sip of the drink. He tries to push the feeling down with each swallow. “If you were actually a good hunter then maybe Leilana wouldn’t have gone missing.” As with everything between these two, shit needs to start yet again. Why? Because they’re too stubborn to admit anything more than the easy blows of hurting each other. It’s easier to do that instead of talking about the feelings they both keep locked up tight. “You could’ve looked farther than the easy target. Or is that all what you can bag?” 

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫   𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺   𝑻𝑶   𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 ,      𝑨   𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑲   𝑶𝑵   𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 .      ❝     is   that   so ?      i   like   the   way   that   beautiful   brain   of   yours   thinks .     ❞      she   compliments ,      his   idea   sounded   a   hell   of   a   lot   better   than   the   small   talk   she   was   enduring .      ❝     i   can   see   YOU   MADE   AN   EFFORT   to   thoroughly   try   out   the   bar’s   stock .       drunk   cian   is   very   endearing ,      some   may   even   say   cute .     ❞

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“I don’t think it’s my brain that’s coming up with all these great ideas you say I have.” He tries to whisper, but it isn’t anywhere close except to maybe a normal talking level with giggles following after. Did he really care? Oh definitely not. “Can you blame me though with how sexy you look?” Fingers press deeper into the dress, holding her more firmly against him. “Oh baby, I’m nowhere close to being drunk. If I was then I wouldn’t have so much self control over here.” 

Torin approaches the bar, leaning against it as he orders a vodka, not realizing that it was Cian at the side of him until the voice registers in his mind. “No.” the man mumbles as the glass is set down in front of him and he takes a quick drink. Now that he knew what had happened to Leilana, and that Cian wasn’t involved he does feel quite bad for accusing him. He turns, leaning has back against the bar as his eyes roam over the room as if he was observing each individual in attendance. “Shouldn’t you be over there with your family instead of chatting to your dead brother?” he says bitterly.

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Cian is sure he’s drunk enough for whatever was currently festering up Torin’s ass for him to be this nauseating. Yet, he just laughs at this bitterness literally leaving his brother’s body in waves. “Well if he didn’t follow me around like a lost puppy then maybe I’d be getting some better ass right now than whatever the fuck you got shoved up yours.” A stupid shit eating grin comes before he takes a much larger gulp from his drink. “Keep drinking Tory, maybe you’ll get nicer this time.” 

“Light!” Nishith shouted back but there was something… recognizable about the voice yelling back at him. He grumbled and knocked over his drink when he tried to shut his book for the moment. A quiet curse left his lips. “Because look at me mate. Do I look like I belong here? Escapism is real!”

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Cian looks at him, expression blank as he tries his hardest to try to understand what Nishith was going on about. “You know what helps whatever the fuck you’re talking about? Not doing that.” He doesn’t bother to explain any of what he said as if he continues to think about it, a headache slowly forms. Probably from thinking too hard and not the limited amount of water flowing through his body. “Oh no, your drink fell looks like you need to get a new one and can’t read. Let’s go do that.” 

Ash just hummed softly in response, a sound that was neither something that was agreeing or disagreeing. That is assuming we will save you…the Hound snarled lowly, wishing for control over Ash’s lips to spit the venomous words. But Ash stayed composed and just hummed. “A few drinks of water and some time relaxing and you will also be prepared.” A subtle suggestion that the other should sober up. “May I ask a question, Cian?” Ash asked, still looking out at the crowd of people mingling.

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