That Conor was born is not subjected to question. We are almost positive this really happened in this space-time. Though called myth by some, clear pictures remain, as well as a string of oddly literary exes well worth knowing. The question that echoes forever in our minds is, from what was Conor born? He lives on Earth at present and we don't know what he is. Not a noun or verb, be seems to be an evolutionary process--an integral function of the universe. Utterly frustrating in perpetual absentia, but somehow integral.

The question thus becomes why Conor's birth was precisely what the universe required. Really, we are scratching our heads here.

Conor is an all around guru companion, though often teaching his lessons by vanishing without a word for large portions of a decade. The sort of messianic waterfowl prone to fly away without notice, only to reappear suddenly and crucially, if infrequently. Occasionally, he is Tyler Durden. Other times, he is a yet undiscovered lama. He is always Margaret's loving brother, if he know what is good for him.

Right now, he is on a break from Bard College that likely will remain unbroken, in that they have twice shown him the door owing to less that stellar academic performance. It is not that he is unintelligent in the least. If anything, his intelligence coupled with his severe ADD caused the education a life provides to get in the way of the lessons his professors would have had him learn. While he was at Bard, Flynn and he hunted mortals by night and enlightenment by day. It is not certain what they intended to do with either.

It hard to underestimate the influence of Conor on the story as a whole. True, he can vanish without a trace and doesn't seem to understand the tact of giving a call at least every year, but it is simple to believe he is interacting in a parallel story that will soon be foreshadowed and given a detailed exegesis. Xen and company try hard to hold a grudge that Conor forgets that other people exist, but it melts like the morning dew whenever he makes a fated reappearance.

Aliases: El Duck, The Anti-Duck, The Fox, MacGyver

Birthday: October 14, 1982

Zodiac: Libra

Height: We assume around 5'7" but it's been a while since we had the opportunity to measure.

Eyes: The blue color that Jesus's eyes weren't

Hair: Tousled blond

Spiritual Path/Religion: Zen Conorism

Role: Guru/Brother/Friend/Mathematician

Origin in Xen's Story: Xen met him through a then-girlfriend, Alison. Xen had seen him in two plays previously and took to him strongly, both for talent and the aura about him of frenetic wisdom. He is, by far, the best thing that came out of that relationship.

Quotes: "It is like that Zen story... and I am still carrying her."
"The Egg Master has left his dojo."
"[Xen] really need[s] to get a name tag that says 'Hi, I'm the Messiah, how are you today?'"
"I remember you more often than not... I remember more than most anyone!"
"I'm organizing them into chaos."

Defining Moment in Relationship: Xen and he seeking out a six foot tall talking wooden egg named Eggbert that they were sure was an Ascended Master.

Divine Dominion Over: ducks, oranges, vampires

Best advice: "Someday, you and Kate will be good friends."

Future Profession: Enlightened Master or actor

Best Quality: Dynamic intelligence

Superpower: No one can honestly dislike him. Ever. They may try, but he eventually wins them over.

Similar to: Tyler Durden, Donald Shimoda