Kins and memories

O5-1 "The Founder"

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Main Timeline

Description: I was male and had short-ish blonde hair, was fair skinned and I physically appeared maybe 26 to 29 years old. I wore a dark red suit with a matching top hat and dress shoes. I carried a cane around with me with a large orange gem as a handle. After a certain incident in my youth, no one accept myself and Teeth could remember my face. Sure, they could see it while they were staring at me but if they tried to remember it, my face would be smudged out, fuzzy or just look like someone had put a black box over my eyes. My eyes were a sort of red-orange color. I changed my name often and liked to use story book names.

Memories and relationships:

1. I grew up in a small unnamed catholic-as-fuck town in Ireland in the 1830s, we were a hunting town. When I say hunting, I don't mean deer I mean monsters, Fae, dragons, vampires etc.  My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter, so on and so forth. He was disappointed that his first born son was small and scrawny, but he accepted it and put me into training.

2. This takes place just before my 17th birthday. It was just two years before Alistar's unfortunate end. I was an apprentice of an elder hunter that had been hired by the O'Connor clan to get rid of their more pressing supernatural issues. His name escapes me at the moment, but he was a large burly man with a balding head and wore a top hat to cover it. He had pulled me from the festivities that night and told me, "Ailill (pronounced Ail-eel), I hope you know that you will be sent to hunt on your own tonight. So I prepared something for you. Call it what you will, birthday gift or what have you." and he produced the cane that I owned until I returned to the place of Alistar's death. 
  The handle was the same orange as my eyes and malleable, the cane itself was what is known as a shillelagh made of polished blackthorn wood. It was well crafted and before he handed it to me, he explained the properties of the handle. It was made malleable for two reasons. One was to allow me a good grip no matter how I held it, and the second I didn't believe until later but the material couldn't be held by anyone but the owner, especially not by an attacker. 
 I had told to you earlier about the creatures I fought, I should tell you that I was far from prepared to fight him. I shudder to think now that I could only have fended off one of them but I literally only had the shillelagh and I won by pure chance, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I had fought them once before but I had my mentor with me and there was more than one. This time, there was only one.
I was sent to fight a fae that had been left behind. I still think I was given a handicap because he was hurt, and I think my mentor took unwanted pity on me for my small frame. He had taken up residence on the outskirts of the town that I called home. So, my mentor told me not to get shitfaced drunk and be ready to leave at what I assume now to be 1 a.m. I did as I was told, I didn't get shitfaced, but I did get drunk enough to be sluggish. Which was a mistake. I hadn't been told the fae was injured at the time so if he wasn't I would have had more issues than just "shit he's fast and I don't know what kind of goddamn sword that is." but, that'd be on me. I loaded up, got my tools of the trade, otherwise known as several pure iron rings, a knife made of the same material, and yes, like any good Irish hunter in the town, I wore a kilt baring my family colors.
  When I got to the place he was hiding, I checked the area for traps, one of the men in the area had gotten himself killed by triggering one and I was not about to be on the receiving end of one. So, I triggered a few on purpose and waited. Low and behold, out he walked from his hiding place. I was gendering the fae on which one I thought it might be, I was completely wrong. See, none of the people in the area had given me the heads up, I tried to get information, I really did. It turns out, it was a girl, and it was the only other changeling I had seen before Mikell(O5-6).
  In my drunken state, I decided I was going to stand there and stare like a buffoon. She saw me and did the same. I should state now, that I assume she was injured seeing as she didn't try to do anything involving magic, which, I was told to expect but it still puzzled me. We stood there, gawking at each other for a while. I'm sure she was surprised to see some scrawny teenage boy in a skirt brandishing a what looks like a walking stick with a metal tip and a weird handle.
  She snapped out of our strange staring contest first, now, when I say magic, I mean, she didn't change form. She looked like she tried, but it failed while she was charging me. I reacted as I had been taught, back of the skull or front of the neck, if I had been slower, resort to hand-to-hand and try to clock her with the iron rings. Thankfully, I moved fast enough to stab down into her back, she screamed loud enough for me to flinch, giving her an advantage. In that moment, she managed to change her hand and slash at my stomach. I returned the favor to her arm with the knife I had mentioned earlier.  She screeched again but I was expecting it this time. Slashing at her arms enough for her to back down, I expected a little time before her next attack. I did not get time, she knocked me over and knocked the wind out of me. She looked like she was in between what she really looked like and the girl she was pretending to be. She was too close to my neck for my comfort. So I spoke to her, "Brilliant night eh?" she looked at me confused, looked up at the stars, and nodded, she didn't look down in time. I sliced open her stomach with that knife, as she screamed I pushed her off of me. I didn't want her to suffer for too long, I slit her throat once I got a clear shot without the fear of getting sliced to ribbons.

3. Mikell Bright in my timeline was a changeling, he favored canine appearances and had difficulty concealing his stranger features. I loathed him in the beginning, "A fae, in my foundation?! After everything they'd done?!" but I ended up feeling as though he were my son and not Adam's. I had originally met him when he was maybe ten or eleven years old. Adam had recognized the traits of a fae in him and had me meet him. I made an unpleasant face and he mimicked it, my thoughts after that were "Oh ok, this kid is going to be a little prick about everything". Years later I had him dragged into the Foundation with his siblings after he killed Adam. I don't blame him for it anymore, it was in defense of himself and his siblings. He had seen his father standing over the corpse of his mother and heard Adam say something absolutely disturbing. As I was saying, he was put into a Foundation MTF after a medically induced coma and the removal of four to five bullets in the medical bay of a site whose number I've forgotten. I had him "trained" in the MTF to be my executioner. I shouldn't done that, but I did. His first kill for me, brought back memories of the death of his father. He did well though, so I used him. Later on, I decided that he showed good decision making skills. So I tested him, I had him stationed at Abel's containment unit. He proved himself in a breach, then I sent him to SCP-610 "The Flesh that Hates". Another scarring event for him. Then, I shot the replacement Six and promoted Mikell Bright into the position of O5-6. We hated each other, we had constant arguments. It became a thing, he got this look on his face, affectionately nicknamed the "Bright Glare" or the "Adam Glare". It reminded me of his father, he also got this tone in his voice that reminded me of Adam. It became a normal thing for us, we became comfortable with it and had a semi-mutual respect. We started to enjoy each other's company, I became a father figure to Mikell. It made me happy to know I lived up to my title.

4. Speaking of Adam, he and I go back. We knew each other before The Foundation, before The Anderson Factory, before the Fae attack. We worked together inside the American military. Let me tell you, we hated each other in the beginning. He hated my way of doing things and I hated the fact he didn't like my way and that he didn't know how to wear a suit properly. We eventually grew to like each other after going to deal with some anomaly in Europe together. Eventually, we began to hold hands, hug, stuff we hadn't done before. One of our last missions before The Factory, he pulled me into a kiss, I felt electric. Growing up where I did, the voice in the back of my mind hissed how disgusting it was that I would accept this from another man. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I ignored it until Adam and I were apart, at the time I had no idea he was married. I only met his wife two years into what I did to The Factory/Site Alpha. At that time, he had my heart in his hands and we loved each other dearly. I was his and I thought him to be mine.
Then, he introduced me to Mikell. To be honest, that may be a reason that I loathed him in the beginning. He was the result of something I could never have. So I made my own family (more on that later) and became greedy about my time with Adam. I made sure he was with me in my routine walks through The Factory, I detested him having to leave me. I think he had enough of me trying to keep him to myself and broke up whatever it was that we had. With it, the shreds of compassion I had. He became cold towards me. I decided that after that I no longer needed a heart and abandoned the family that I had made out of spite for Adam's own. A few years later, Mikell killed Adam.

Canonmates Found:
Mikell Bright
Adam Bright
O5-3 "The Kid"

Searching For:
O5-12, Dr. Cool
Dr. Charles Gears
Dr. Jack Bright
TJ / SCP-590
O5-7 "Teeth"
O5- "Father of Lies"
O5-13 "Tamlin"
O5-5"Dogwood"
Literally any of the Bright family