☆ FULL NAME: Reagan Elliot Morris-Corcoran
☆ GENDER: Ciswoman
☆ PRONOUNS: She/Her
☆ AGE: 37 (December 25th, 1986)
☆ BIRTH ORDER: First
☆ TYPE: Adopted sibling; solo
☆ HOMETOWN: New York City, New York
☆ JOB: Head Of Security @ PSU; part time security @ The Rupture
☆ SCHOOL: PSU Alumni
☆ SEXUALITY: Bisexual
☆ FACECLAIM: Cobie Smulders
(tw death of a parent, car accident resulting in death, reference to sexual assault, death of a spouse)
Reagan’s life up until the age of twelve was actually pretty mundane. Born Reagan Morris, she adored her mom Kelsey and spent a lot of her childhood hanging out backstage as her mother performed on Broadway. That’s also where she met “Aunty Shelby”, her mom’s best friend and frequent co-star, and when Shelby had her own children, Reagan considered them her cousins without skipping a beat. She loved her mom, was always in awe of her talent and had been giddy with excitement when she discovered that she had inherited her vocal talents too, Kelsey happily encouraging her precocious daughter to pursue whatever passion her heart desired, which included the electric guitar and the drums too.
However, not long after Reagan’s twelfth birthday, disaster struck. Kelsey and Reagan were driving home late one night after the latter’s first singing competition, Reagan on cloud nine after winning first place, when out of nowhere they were rammed hard off the road. She doesn’t remember a lot after that, it’s all just pieces of a memory that she’s not in a hurry to relive. Blood, broken glass, a lot of pain, flashing blue lights… all of it in bits of pieces as Reagan tried to figure out what was going on and where her mom was. The next thing she remembers clearly is Shelby Corcoran cupping her face gently in her hands as she sat by herself in the ER, arm in a cast and sling, a few stiches in her forehead, most of the blood on her skin and in her hair not her own. It was a tearful Shelby that broke the news to her that her mom had died despite the best efforts of the paramedics and the surgeons at the hospital. Reagan broke down in her arms, her entire world turned upside down by the freak accident, as it turned out the other driver had hit a bad patch of ice and been unable to stop as they barrelled into mother and daughter, sending all three of them into a barrier at the side of the road.
Shelby took Reagan home with her that night, and that was where Reagan remained. She had no other family, she’d never known her father or even who he was, her maternal grandparents had disowned Kelsey years ago and when informed of her passing didn’t even care enough to show up for the funeral nevermind take custody of their granddaughter. So, instead of letting Reagan end up in foster care and lose everyone she knew in one fell swoop, Shelby became her emergency foster parent instead. Once a happy go lucky kid, Reagan became sullen and withdrawn, the first to admit now in hindsight that she was a terrible kid to take care of in those first few years. Shelby has said since that she never regretted taking Reagan in, even during those initial years when she would frequently find herself in arguments with her and becoming increasingly more concerned over Reagan’s high risk behaviours.
It was said high risk behaviours that often got Reagan into trouble at school, going from being a straight A, honours student to having a D- average and on the verge of being expelled for ditching classes to smoke weed and drink under the bleachers. But Reagan didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything anymore, she’d stopped singing and playing her instruments, stopped trying at school, stopped giving a single fuck about anything, because what did it matter? Everything you know and love can be ripped away from you in an instant, so what was the point? Reagan reached fourteen, still acting out and rebelling in every way she could, pushing away everyone that could possibly try and get close to her because it was easier and safer than letting her walls down. One night, at a high school party she had lied about her age to get into, her date for the evening had given her something a little stronger to try, but Reagan had no idea he’d done so, slipping it into her drink. When she was feeling dizzy and lethargic, he had all but carried her up the stairs and into a bedroom where his friends were waiting for them.
Reagan mercifully remembers very little of what happened when the bedroom door shut behind her, but what she does recall is waking up alone on the bed, bruised and aching and full of fear, knowing there was only one person she could call right now that would help her without question: Shelby. It was as Shelby gently redressed her, wiped her tears from her bruised cheek as carefully as she could and kissed her forehead that Reagan realised just how much she had done for her, and how much she had put up with over the last few years. Reagan broke down in her arms again that night, pleading her to just take her home, to not send her away for being such an awful person, and Shelby had simply held her tighter in response, telling her that she couldn’t get rid of her that easily and that no matter what Reagan thought of herself, Shelby loved her like she was biologically her own.
Reagan started to pull herself together after that, vowing to make Shelby’s life easier from now on, to get her grades back on track and prove that she wasn’t just a mess. Shelby let her transfer schools, and watched with pride as Reagan dragged herself back up to an A- average instead. It was on her sixteenth birthday (and Christmas day) that she approached Shelby and asked her if she would consider formally adopting her, as long as it was okay that she hyphenated her surname to be Morris-Corcoran. Shelby had been ecstatic and readily agreed, and Reagan finally seemed to be settling down, on an even keel as she went on to graduate from high school and headed to PSU. She didn’t necessarily want to go to college, but after learning that the FBI required her to get at least a bachelors degree, Reagan decided to get a communications degree and call it a day. Once she arrived at Quantico, Reagan was quick to impress and prove her place, assigned to several elite task forces during her career. It was after she moved back to New York again, missing the familiar comforts of home and her family, that Reagan also met Nicole. They had hit it off in a bar, Nik working for the DOJ as a District Attorney, and an easy friendship soon blossomed into a relationship. Reagan found herself married to this beautiful and strong woman at the age of twenty six with zero regrets, hopelessly in love and blissfully happy, starting to play her guitar again, to sing again for the first time since the night her mom died, finally feeling strong enough to hear her own singing voice after spending over a decade blaming herself and it for causing their accident.
But it seemed that Reagan had become a lightning rod for tragedy, and Nik became the victim of a targeted attack after the gang of a very notorious gang leader she had put away acted in retaliation. It was outside their New York home, Reagan by her side as the spray of bullets caught them both off guard, and while Reagan took a face full of broken glass from a bullet shattering the window right next to her she still managed to fire back, putting herself between Nik and the hail of bullets firing their way, even as her vision on her right side was compromised. It was ultimately too little, too late in the end, as while the shooters peeled off as quickly as they appeared, Reagan cradled a dying Nik in her arms, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, screaming for help as Nik clung to her for as long as she could.
At the hospital, Reagan was told that while her eye could be salvaged, she was facing about a sixty to seventy percent vision loss on her right as a result of the shrapnel, effectively ending her career with the FBI too. In that moment, Reagan didn’t care though, all she wanted was Nik back and no-one could give that to her. It was too painful to return home to the house that she once shared with Nik, even after it was released by the police and no longer a crime scene, so Reagan moved back in with Shelby, grateful for her more than she could explain then or since as she cried in her arms like she was a kid again.
She hasn’t really been okay since quite frankly, lost and adrift without her career and the love of her life, cramming all of it down and adopting a devil may care attitude and several thick walls of defense made of sarcasm and eye rolls, unable to commit to anyone for longer than a couple of months. Reagan stayed in New York for a little while, but the city that she had once loved became synonymous with every awful thing that had ever happened to her and after travelling across the States for a while, picking up security jobs here and there, eventually she landed in her old stomping grounds of PSU as their Head of Security a little over two years ago. Reagan now lives in a studio apartment with her German Shepard Loki, alleging that she’s very happy with her little bachelorette bad and her single life, that she’s done grieving for her wife, that she doesn’t miss singing or playing her guitar or her drums, that she’s fine.
Reagan isn’t fine, she’s far from it in fact, but right now she isn’t ready to accept that.
The Corcoran family consists of Shelby Corcoran, a renowned and legendary Broadway star, most famous in theatre for her portrayal of Donna in the 20th Anniversary production of Mamma Mia, Diana Goodman in Next to Normal, but she achieved huge success when she was cast as Fantine in the movie adaptation of Les Miserables. Shelby has been a Broadway legend for most of her life, starting when she landed the standby for Elphaba in Wicked. She has three Tony awards and an Emmy, and she’s looking forward to being the first mom of five to achieve an EGOT.
Although Shelby has entered into a few seemingly solid relationships, each one producing a child, she has never been able to keep a tight enough grasp for them to move on further than short-lived engagements. For Shelby, who is an excellent mother, her work and her children are her life, and a man has just never slotted perfectly enough into that. While some of the fathers are still in the picture, Shelby has always had a higher percentage of custody, and holds the title “Mom” in higher regard than any of her many awards and work-based achievements.
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