HEY, i think i just saw DAIRE O'BYRNE walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO (PHYSICALLY FOURTY-FOUR YEAR OLD) is working as a/an HOMICIDE DETECTIVE AT THE LOCAL POLICE STATION and lives in STARGAZER VILLAS. given they are EMPATHETIC but HAUNTED, it’s likely that they ARE a vampire. on the flipside, rumor has it that HE USED TO BE A MERCENARY and it keeps them looking over their shoulder. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to HURT BY JOHNNY CASH and you’ll know why they’re called THE FLY ON THE WALL. ☾ .⭒˚ cillian murphy. cisgender man + he/him. homosexual + capricorn.
BASIC INFORMATION
full name: dáire o'byrne birthdate: january 1st, 1824 age: 172 years old(physically 44) place of birth: cork, ireland residence: stargazer villas zodiac sign: capricorn gender identity: cisgender man sexual orientation: gay species: vampire occupation: homicide detective at the local police station
VISUALS
faceclaim: cillian murphy hair color: dark brown eye color: blue distinguishable marks: scars tbd height: 5'9/175.26cm
PERSONALITY
positive traits: observant, patient, insightful, composed, thoughtful negative traits: secretive, melancholic, haunted, unyielding mbti: istj (the logsitician) character parallels: louis de point du lac (interview with the vampire), wanda maximoff/scarlet witch (marvel cinematic universe), jean valjean (les miserables), argorn (lord of the rings)
HISTORY
(violence tw, death mention tw, alcoholism tw)
dáire survived the potato famine in 19th century ireland and after watching his family suffer, made a vow to himself that they would never struggle like that again. he enlisted in the english army to provide for them and after gaining combat skills, became a mercenary. he didn't take any pleasure in killing others, but felt an obligation to continue supporting his family.
on an assignment gone wrong when he was forty-four years old, dáire failed to kill his target before getting injured himself, a stab wound to the stomach. he managed to flee the scene, but bled out from his injuries in an alleyway, where a roaming vampire found him on the verge of death and took pity on him. a barely conscious dáire didn't know what he was agreeing to when asked if he wanted to be turned, desperate to find a way to live.
the next few days were, in a word, hell. dáire awoke, suddenly free from the hands of death, but experienced an illness unlike anything he'd ever felt before. the vampire who saved him watched over him as the illness ran its course, dáire barely having enough strength to even stay conscious. on the day he finally shook the illness, he found the vampire gone, and he knew that something was different. he was no longer a human being, but an unholy creature whose existence spat in the face of god.
when he came home to cork years later, he was met with rejection from his family. they had been told that dáire perished on an assignment, so his sudden reappearance was met with horror and repulsion. dáire left his family with the promise that he'd never attempt to reconnect again, and fell into a deep depression for the better part of a decade. the people he once held dear had sentenced him to a life of exile, he didn't know where he belonged anymore.
dáire took comfort in liquor, drinking himself stupid and knowing that he couldn't die from alcohol poisoning. he spent five years finding his "happiness" in the bottom of a bottle, stumbling and slurring his words on the streets. when he heard someone in a bar refer to him as "the village's drunken idiot", he took one look at his life and decided to turn it around. he wanted to be sober going forward, not someone that people looked at and deemed a fool.
he became an observer, watching the living in ways they couldn’t even perceive, intervening only when necessary. the local police came to know dáire as someone who stepped in before they were on the scene, oftentimes resolving the conflict. his experience in combat meant that he could best the average man without much effort, quickly incapacitating criminals. after six years of being a sort of "guardian angel", he was asked to join the police force, which he accepted. dáire took interest in detective work, finding that he had keen eye for spotting patterns in crimes and recognizing individuals.
dáire knew he couldn't stay in one place for long, eventually people would notice how he didn't age over the years. so, he spent decades travelling europe, moving locations before anyone would suspect anything. his travels eventually brought him to the united states in the 1940s, where he took interest in the civil rights movement and became an activist himself. with every town he moved to, he made a point to stand up for justice and defend others.
he settled in las vegas in the early 1980s, where he continued his activities. dáire took it upon himself to enroll in a police academy, where he received formal training to be an officer. he wasn't interested in the combat aspect anymore, and made it clear that he was more interested in detective work. by 1986, he had established himself as a homicide detective, where he took on cases and performed thorough investigations. his colleagues came to know him as a sort of workaholic, nose buried in case files deep into the night. but, he also proved good at his job, solving nearly every case that crossed his desk.
HEADCANONS
dáire keep a journal where he jots down notes for all of his cases, organizing them by case. he keeps this journal on his person at all times and rarely lets anyone look at it, his notes are strictly for his eyes. he also writes down observations that he notices when watching others, keeping a quiet eye even when not on duty.
dáire has never turned another soul into a vampire and swears he never will, considering his extended life a curse. had he known what he was agreeing to when he was dying, he would have rather gone to the grave. dáire feels plagued with the fact that he will watch most people he ever holds dear die, while he remains untouched by time.
he doesn't dream often, but when he does they're always in a sort of fog. he can never see the faces of his loved ones, and he wakes in a cold sweat from these dreams. it feels to him like he's not allowed to forget the memories of his beloved family, but he's also tormented by not being able to remember what they looked like anymore.
he keeps an ivory rosary, weathered by time but still intact, that used to belong to his mother. dáire used to play with it as a child and she gifted it to him, knowing his fondness for it. now, it serves as his only remaining physical connection to his family, and he keeps it in safekeeping to ensure he never loses it. in times of distress, dáire will take the rosary out of storage and run his fingers over it absentmindedly, taking comfort in the item.
