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Darragh Healey

Character Name: Darragh Healey

Age: 23

Description: Once a tall and awkward boy, Darragh has grown into a strong and athletic young man. He appears older than he actually is. Weather beaten and strengthened by hard work, his youth only shows when he smiles, which provided good company and a good laugh could be quite often. He does have a scar on his right cheek from the night he killed his sister Maggie’s husband. He has a very similar complexion to his sister, there’s no mistaking they’re kin. With messy, dark auburn hair and blue eyes, he’s a striking lad. He doesn’t care for nice clothes as he often finds himself getting his hands dirty, and regardless Darragh never could afford much anyhow.

List your Skills:  Farming tasks, bar fighting, heavy/manual labor, fiddle-playing
Weaknesses: Hot-tempered, does not consider long term consequences, leads with emotionality

Character History: The second child and eldest son of Padraig and Bridget Healey, Darragh from an early age developed a sense of duty and responsibility to his family. However, Darragh’s brashness and penchant for trouble seemed to sometimes get in the way of his sense of duty, often superseding the good he was trying to do. Young Darragh had watched his brothers die of starvation and his family suffer. He was there when his father was arrested, but it was young Darragh who had stolen the food. He hadn’t even taken it for himself, but rather for his sister who had been weeping the night before from stomach pains. Darragh could still remember his father sternly taking his shoulders as the coppers tailed them, “Ye’ll say nothing, son.” And Darragh said nothing. And he’s still said nothing, afraid that Maggie would never forgive him.

Darragh finds himself carrying a lot of guilt for the life him and his sister have lived, believing their hardships are his own fault. Had he never stolen the food, maybe their father wouldn’t have been arrested and they stay in Ireland with their mother still alive. If he had thought ahead and not fallen to his boyish whims, maybe him and Maggie would have stayed in Connecticut. If he’d never worked for Bill Kilmartin, Maggie would never have married the man. And if Maggie hadn’t married the man, Darragh wouldn’t have accidentally killed him. Darragh and his sister could have had a much better life. Yet, here he was on the run.

Moving further West, Darragh picked up odd jobs here and there: farmhand, mill work, coal miner. He never would stay too long, enough time to earn money to keep moving. He’d send letters to his sister’s friend Nell, knowing that letters directly to his sister in the wrong hands could spell trouble for him and Maggie. He’d hoped Maggie would stay in New York. Build a life, marry again. She had Bill’s shop, and he’d done as well as an Irishman could in America. But he knew his sister too well. They were each other’s keeper. Darragh knew she would follow, another reason he kept moving. He hoped she would tire and forget her brother. As much as it ripped his soul in two to think of forever being parted from Maggie, he only brought her trouble. He wanted her to be happy, even if that meant he would never see her again.

For the past couple of months, Darragh has been posted up in Corpus Christi having taken on work as a gardener in Franciscan mission (if only Maggie could see him now). The friars took Darragh in after they’d caught him stealing from their garden, and for his penance he tended the garden every day. It isn’t until a fire wreaked havoc on the small mission that Darragh is forced to leave and accompanied by Father Crispin, goes west to Laredo, thinking it is his next stop on his endless wandering trail.