MCLAGGAN, shane daragh

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SHANE DARAGH MCLAGGAN
Shane Daragh McLaggan. 25|176. male. pansexual. immortal. light. hound.

Holed up south of the Mason Dixon line, Shane was born Seán O’Neill in a small house near Dixon Springs, TN. The American Civil War broke out around his 25th birthday, and he was one of the first in line to enlist. He joined the 4th Tennessee Cavalry, otherwise known as Murray’s Cavalry. He served with the regiment until it was broken up in January of 1863. He then floated between cavalry regiments, until being “killed” the first time in May of 1864 at the battle of Spotsylvania. It was a severe head wound that knocked the man unconscious for a few days, but behind the closed doors of the farm wife and her family that took him in he made a full recovery. According to Tennessee records, one Seán O’Neill was killed in the battle. It was then that the young man realized his immortality. It didn’t keep the cavalry from notifying his family that he had been killed, and they went on believing it until their deaths.

All it did was light a fire under his ass. Shane obtained papers that would change his name to Shaun O’Donnell and enlisted once more, this time for the United States. The first engagement he was involved in was in South Dakota on December 29, 1890. After that he was sent to Wyoming, April of 1892, and was involved with the breakup of a gun battle. The War on Powder River was where Shane was “killed” a second time. According to United States records, a 25 year old man by the name of Shaun O’Donnell lost his life on the second day of combat, April 12 1892. He awoke on the battle field two days later with a monstrous headache—a bullet had grazed his neck and he’d bled “to death” and it had taken until his bones had produced enough blood for him to continue living for the young man to regain consciousness.

In the years between 1892 and the start of World War I, Shane lived under the name Eoin McDaugherty in Boston, Massachusetts. Honestly, the young man didn’t know what to do, so he hung around in the first place that was of any comfort. The large Irish population made him feel a bit more at home, so he stayed in the area.

At the outbreak of World War I, Shane signed on as a cavalry man under the name of Eoin McDaugherty. Cavalry units were rendered obsolete, and with very little action, Shane grew bored. He filed for a transfer and was placed in the Lafayette Escadrille. He was one of the first American pilots to ever see battle. It was in France that Shane met his first love—flying. He felt as if there was something sacred, euphoric about being in the air. He offered air support to the marines in the Soviet Union until 1920. After returning to Boston, one Mr. McDaugherty reported his own death. He figured people would start looking at him strangely for not aging, then picked up the name Seon Alastar.

In 1941, Shane was involved with the parties that took Greenland and Iceland under United States control. World War II, the young man remained in the Air Force in the first few months. After that, he was beginning to worry that people were noticing his lack of aging and staged his death. It was as a Navy man that Seon Alastar returned, and was then stationed as a medic with a Marine Corps unit. In 1947 Mr. Alastar “died” and returned to the Air Force to assist in the Berlin Airlift and the occupation of Japan.

He only had a short window of time to regroup and return to military service under the name Shawn O’Neil and go off to Korea. After Korea, it was air support in Lebanon in 1958. In 1959, Shane was shipped to Vietnam. He became fairly well known as an airman during his service in Vietnam, and allowed himself to be “killed” in 1965. When he returned, he did so as an army man so he couldn’t be recognized. In 1967 he served until the end of the war under the name Eoin McDonnal. In 1976, records list that this man was killed in Zaire.

In 1979 Seon McAlister rejoined the United States Air Force. 1980, he was involved in Operation Eagle Claw in Iran, then Operation Bright Star in Sinai. Later in the decade, he’d be involved in many of the Persian Gulf engagements. Shane allowed his death to be brought up one more time, in the year 2001, right after the 9/11 attacks. He’s been living under the name Shane McLaggan since that time, and was in the last group to return from Iraq.

He’s here because of the war between people like himself. While his personality isn’t always the lightest and he isn’t always the most optimistic man, Shane lives for the greater good. It’s what kept him from killing himself as soon as he found out that he wasn’t going to die unless very special circumstances came into play.

Shane is what you’d call a good looking young man. He’s relatively tall, standing at just below six feet. He has a well kept, nicely muscled body and can run a six minute mile when he tries. His eyes are well set, average shaped, holding a deep navy blue color. Shane has had to whiten his teeth a few times, between the amount of coffee he drinks and the fact he had a pack-a-day habit until World War II. With a fresh haircut you can clearly make out the scars that haven’t quite healed in on his scalp. His nose is quite crooked, after having been broken around a dozen times in his life.

He tries to fade into the crowd with his style of dress. Shane prefers combat boots to regular street shoes, polished to a mirror like shine. He’s also often skulking about in fatigue pants, finding them more comfortable than jeans. Even if all he’s wearing is a plain t-shirt, it’s pressed and tucked. This is a man with prideful posture. He’s proud of what he’s been through, where he’s served, and it shows. Some would say he looks like Ryan Phillippe, especially when he was in the 2006 film Flags of our Fathers. Shane wouldn’t know, he refuses to watch it.

When a man has seen as much death as Shane has, he can become withdrawn. He’s keeps to himself, and would much rather sit and reflect than be involved with other people. This is a young man that’s always kept his distance because he doesn’t want people to know he can’t be killed the “normal way.” He doesn’t want to be seen as anything more than another veteran, because in his mind, that’s what he is.

Really, Shane doesn’t know how to react around people. Things were much different culturally and socially when he was being raised in a normal for the period southern household. He’s been all for rights of women and minorities and whatever else has come across the table in socio politics, but is relatively detached. Shane lives and breathes for the United States of America, and he’ll defend it with every breath in his lungs. Outside of that undying devotion, he’s lost.

Shane isn’t a virgin, but he might as well be. The last time he kissed anyone was roughly fifty years ago, and outside of his mother and sisters, he’s never told anyone he loves them. What Shane loves is his country, and for the longest time that and combat have been enough. What the not-so-young man knows for sure is that love is love, no need to bring gender or any other issues into it.

The Tennessee native didn’t develop any severe repercussions from combat until returning from Vietnam. It was through the things that he experienced there that he wound up with an affliction known as post traumatic stress disorder—PTSD. Any event that involves a flash of light and a very loud noise (fireworks, thunder and lightning, playing video games) is likely to set Shane off. They trigger all sorts of flashbacks, not just those from his time in Vietnam and Korea. He’s also been thrown into a frenzied state because of it, including an incident at a bar after the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004 when he was on leave where he nearly got hit by a car because he was running through the streets, screaming. Other occasions have arisen, including extended periods of hyper vigilance—one occasion lasting over a month, just after his release from Iraq. The disorder leaves him chronically tired, often getting the bare minimum to just below the amount of sleep he needs.

Shane is here to defend his race. While he isn’t averse to meeting new people, he has a duty and he intends to carry it out to the best of his ability. He’d like to work with the hunters and assist them as best he can. He’s driven and he will stop at nothing to make sure everything is okay in his world.

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