Owen

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Owen is a senior member of the Belanger Family.

Personality

He's in charge of handling the Belanger's accounts but much of the actual work is done by Wye. Spends most of his time drinking in the local bar and sleeping around with women.<ref>He was meant to handle the broader accounting but couldn’t even handle his drink, foisting the work off on her and Wye to spend more than half his waking hours and a share of the family money at the shitty bar an hour’s drive down the road.  ‘Owen will fuck anything with two legs and some things with four’, they joked, and Owen laughed along with them, saying ‘only on a dare’.  He got insensate Fridays through Sundays, ‘worked the books’ on Mondays through Thursdays, which amounted to staying just drunk enough to exist in a perpetual state of vaguely inebriated hangover, getting next to no work done, waiting until the evening, when he could get sloshed until morning, and waiting for Friday, when he could get sloshed until Monday morning.- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.d</ref> He is second in command after Maxwell.<ref>“Okay,” Maxwell said again, voice soft.  “If I pass tonight, Owen’s in charge.”- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.d</ref>

Relationships

When she was younger Jen Ross, his cousin, was infatuated with him even going so far as to name the butterflies in her sight after him. As an adult she despises the man he's became.<ref>She looked up at the butterflies, and tracked their movements.  She’d named them Eoin.  ‘Owen’ by another name.  There had been a time she’d really liked Owen, when she’d been young and coming into womanhood, nevermind that he was her cousin.  She’d been infatuated with him, and him with her.  Nothing had ever really happened, and it had been little more than a rich, painfully close friendship with whispered talks trying to make sense of boys and girls, fierce jealousy whenever anyone intruded on their dynamic, and then the two of them drifting apart.  She’d named her butterflies after him.

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Now she dreaded that she had to talk to him.

- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.d</ref>

Appearance

He's overweight and unattractive.<ref>Except Owen had become someone who sullied her memories.  He’d been beautiful and now he was ugly.  He’d been trim and now he was fat.  He’d been careful, gentle, thoughtful and now he was… not that.- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.d</ref>

Chronology

After the Belanger Household was attacked he worked with Maxwell and Jen to ambush the invaders. He was injured by Joshua during the fight against Lenard.<ref>And the boy, sanity hanging on by tatters, worn out, scared, and wanting to run, stood straighter, and used a practice he’d been taught.  Calling on something Abyssal.  A yelping, quick strike of darkness and distilled violence.

Tearing into Owen, changing his trajectory.- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.d</ref>

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