Post by Kieron Somhairle on Jul 24, 2010 17:41:58 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
this is all wrong
and it shows
there's certain things i promised
not to let you know[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Kieron Magnus Somhairle[/font]
NICKNAMES: Kier, Kie
GENDER: Male
AGE: 24
PAST EDUCATION: Valkyrie Academy (High School) - Military (Mechanics)
JOB: Mechanic
PLAYBY: Chris Evans
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: Irish/Scottish[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 174 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Kieron is definitely muscular, being in the Marines and just finished serving his first tour you couldn't very well expect him to be fat, now could you?
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Kieron has some tattoos, in the tradition of most males these days. Like most of his fellow Marines he has Semper Fidelis tattooed across his back, a tattoo of cursive styling that pays tribute to one of his best friends that was killed in action that simply says: Always Remembered, D.J.A. on his shoulder and that is pretty much the extent of his tattoos for now. He has several scars on his chest and back resulting from debris after an IED exploded in his convoy.
PERSONAL STYLE: Well. as far as styling goes Kieron goes for the simple things such as comfortable jeans and usually a band t-shirt. He is capable of dressing up but that's usually saved for special occasions as this 24-year-old has just returned from a place where he had to lug around 50+ lbs of gear around all day everyday. He has a particular fondness for Rolling Stones band t-shirts and is sometimes found shopping at retail stores such as MetroPark or the occasional Abercrombie (but he hates the smell in that place so he tries to avoid it as much as possible.) He shoots for neutral to dark colors most of the time, neon brights just annoy the crap out of him. Black, red, brown, gray, and green are usually somewhere in his attire. Essentially his is the wardrobe of a kid that doesn't really want to grow up.
OTHER: N/A.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: leadership, vastly intelligent (street smarts + book smarts,) good with animals, never backs down, protective of family and friends, extremely good at reading people.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: talking about his problems, short-tempered, impatient, paranoid, sometimes much too cautious, distrustful, easily overwhelmed.
LIKES: cigarettes, guitar, rock 'n roll, guns, cars, girls, alcohol, dogs & cats, motorcycles, working out, running, cooking, handiwork around the house.
DISLIKES: narcotics, shrinks, hospitals, doctors, confined spaces, getting lost, most energy drinks, speed limits, unexpected visits, sitting around, fast food.
FLAWS: Well, everyone has flaws! Kieron does not trust people very easily, he's a paranoid insomniac, he came back from Iraq with some pretty severe psychological problems that are starting to get out of hand, and sometimes he might drink just a little bit too much to drown out the voices in his head.
HABITS: Smoking, he could smoke his brains out all day and have cotton mouth like none other and he would still light up another one. He also is a bit of a bed hog and usually leaves the light on behind him as he wanders around the house. He has also gotten into the habit of losing his car keys.
SECRETS: His entire unit was ambushed after running over an IED and Kieron's first instinct was to run and hide like a coward after his best friend got cut down in the line of gunfire that followed shortly after.
BEST MEMORY: Getting through boot camp and the proud looks on his parents' faces at his graduation.
WORST MEMORY: Watching David die, choking on his own blood in the middle of a fire fight between their unit and some extremists.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
For such a handsome fellow Kieron seems to lack a lot of the confidence he is expected to have—or at least he doesn’t seem to have the right sort of confidence when it is need and then it shows up at rather inconvenient times. This boy is hard-headed and very difficult to place in any school stereotype (let's face it, we never escape them) which seems to either draw people to him or frighten them away. There is, no doubt, a charisma about him that draws people in and to listen to him speak on a subject that he is passionate about is definitely amusing and enlightening. He is eloquent and completely unaware of just how strange and seemingly out of place he is. Most of the time he appears lost in the hustle and bustle of life, caught completely unawares by the slower-moving life style of civilian life.
Kieron is acutely intelligent but he seems the type that enjoys playing it down and only exposing it when a topic of interest comes his way. He startles people in this aspect because he is usually quiet and collected while in public or when not in the company of well-liked friends. Since his return to the States Kieron has become somewhat reclusive and rather paranoid. You see, the situations that he encountered while serving active duty made him a cautious fellow; he thinks before he acts and seems to be afraid of impulse. One could suppose he needs a bit loosening up, a break to dust the weight from his shoulders and begin anew with a brighter outlook and maybe a little psychological evaluation.
Like most people there are times when Kieron is pushed too far and he will become another person; another person you just might not like at all. You see, Kieron may be the quiet one next to you in the bar but one snide remark in his direction will give you more than you expected: a black eye and a busted nose. His little brother Felix once told him he has a suppressed anger problem and maybe he is correct but no matter how laid back Kieron might seem there is always a quiet aggression to the way he handles things which reveals that there is something in this young man's life that is troubling him. May it also be noted that Kieron likes to be in control of every situation he finds himself in—he can persuade others to see things his way most of the time because that boy has a silver tongue and is one of the sweetest talkers of his day, even if he pretends to be ignorant of the fact.
Stubborn and always thinking of the hypotheticals Kieron is the sort of pent up genius that may just become Vesuvius one day if he cannot learn to fall apart at the seams when he needs to the most.
P.S. Some last words: He has trust issues and maybe a side dish of PTSD.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Dublin, Ireland[/size][/font]
PARENTS: Tierney Somhairle (Father) & Maeve Quinlan (Mother)
SIBLINGS: Felix Eoin Somhairle (Younger Brother)
OTHER: N/A
LIVING SITUATION: Shaks
HISTORY:
That Irishman and the Scotswoman. An unlikely pair but a pair nonetheless that met one night at a pub in Dublin where a woman by the name of Maeve Quinlan struck the fancy of one Tierney Somhairle. Right then and there beneath the dirty lights of the Laughing Drunk Tierney made up his mind that he would have that attractive brunette no matter what. After three years of endless, incessant pursuing it seemed that Maeve finally gave in and married the poor bastard, starved to the bone in his love for this woman he had seen in glimpses and stalkings at all hours. The spritely Scottish girl and persistent Irishman were married and welcomed into a surprisingly accepting family.
A few years afterward Maeve became pregnant with Kieron and all rejoiced for his coming in the depths of a cold winter in Dublin. Born on the 17th of February to an exhausted mother and a father in a dead faint on the floor Kieron seemed to have a promising future. His infant years were relatively uneventful except for the arrival of his brother Felix a year after his own birth. The two grew up together and survived the hard move to California at the ages of six and five. Hard times were coming over them in Ireland where it was just too difficult to support a family of four for their mum and da.
Growing up with the unmistakable Scottish/Irish burr in their voices the boys were an adventuresome sort—often getting lost on family vacations to other states or sometimes going overseas and visiting some extended family members. And one year during an annual trip to Grandma Tabby's house in Ireland something terrible happened, Felix was standing by a well, shouting down into it because they had been playing hide and go seek. Kieron jumped out of the shadows and screamed: “BOO!”
Felix, in return, shrieked and stepped backwards…tumbling down into the darkness of the well. Felix was down there for four hours while his brother screamed for help, refusing to leave until someone could hear them. Finally, his mother and father eventually arrived after the boys did not come home for supper and retrieved Felix from the well. Kieron always felt responsible for what happened and still does to this very day. After high school the boys decided they wanted to get out and see the world but you couldn't very well do that with no money at all so Felix and Kieron signed themselves up to a particular branch of the Armed Forces. The Marines. The two of them were placed in separate units with the same ship off and return date and they went off to have their own adventures. When Kieron's tour was up they came home and bought a house together, nothing fancy but nice enough for two young bachelors. The second week back in civilian life was when Felix noticed that there was something a bit off about Kieron. His behavior had become increasingly erratic, when he slept he did so close to the door with a gun in his hand and once not too long ago Felix flew out of a dead sleep to find his brother shoveling a trench in their backyard, completely unaware of what he was doing.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: Hannah[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: Female
AGE: 20
RP EXPERIENCE: 10+
OTHER CHARACTERS: None Yet.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:The sun was at its zenith, a sparkling orange ball that glared steadily down at the world and its inhabitants. November in England had come suddenly, and almost too swiftly for the brooding Ravenclaw as he took full advantage of the rest of his afternoon away from textbooks and diagrams and the drone, drone, drone of the teacher talking as though they were nothing but a Muggle computer program. Escaping from the quiet stone walls of Hogwarts he walked quickly through the formidable threshold of the Wizarding School and out into the cool sunshine. Grass was slowly dying, streaks of yellow dominating the once lush grounds. The trees appeared as vibrant paintbrushes arched upward against the sky, their fiery hues rippling in the tumultuous wind as leaves flew off with abandon to continue the cycle of death and rebirth.
Having changed out of his school uniform he could have passed for any other teenage street urchin out for a stroll but judging by his trajectory there was a purpose to his movements as he pulled the black cap lower on his head and tucked his wand into the sleeve of his leather jacket. He fully intended to get the hell away from the annoying sea of pre-teens and teenagers gibbering on about this and that--getting into petty, meaningless fights that were the result of impropriety on a romantic level. Ezekiel had been in his fair share of schoolyard and bar room brawls and sometimes that's how people assumed he got the ugly white scar that dipped low on his face. That scar was hidden for the time being now, lost under the shadow of his hat as he quickened his pace, a little over-eager to trespass into the wild beyond.
He was now by the gamekeeper’s lodge and there were but a handful of the annoying prat prefects that marched about as though some kind of God had given them celestial authority over the other mere mortals of Hogwarts. Slipping down the rocky path he chewed on the inside of his lip, sending a glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one was behind him. Pulling a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his coat he shook one out, gazing up at the monolithic trees that grasped at him from the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
Cigarette now dangling precariously on the edge of his lips he slid his wand ever so slightly from the recesses of his jacket and muttered “Incendio!” It had definitely taken some time for him to master the art of setting the cigarette aflame instead of his eyebrows but it had finally clicked in fifth year…perfection has a process and all that philosophical bullshit.
Inhaling the nicotine he slipped through a hole in the wall-like defenses of the forest and found himself immersed in darkness akin to an early evening. The canopy above him seemed to block out most sunlight but he had no need for it. His eyes had adjusted to the grim atmosphere long before this particular journey.
Exhale.
He pressed a little bit deeper and headed toward a twisted old tree, its roots curling up and out of the ground and at the base was a new friend, injured from an unsuccessful attempt at wresting power from one of its fellow species. The Hippogriff that he had come to call Brutus was a deep mahogany in color with a band of black around its neck one wing was curled while the other was held out at an awkward angle from a brace he had made for it. Upon seeing the young boy the Hippogriff gave a low screech in greeting, orange eyes held on the human with expectancy.
A grin, a rare sight for the sour puss Ravenclaw, broke through the surface as he swept a bow to the creature, removing his hat in the process. It took only a moment for the large creature to rise to its feet and bow politely in return. Drawing closer he removed the rucksack he had been carrying and dug inside, removing a ham from the back he offered it up to the creature who seemed to sniff it and then stare with a question hidden somewhere in those strange eyes.
“Sorry buddy tha’s all Ah could get for yeh. Have t’wait for the ferret population t’recover.” The bird accepted it then but not without a good share of grumbling. Running his hands down the large predator’s neck and down toward its wing he began to inspect the broken one when he heard rustling and quickly turned as Brutus let out a warning screech.
“Who’s there?”credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
