Post by conner on Jul 31, 2010 20:26:42 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
"I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it."
--Charles M. Schulz [/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: Conner O'Reiley[/font]
NICKNAMES: Conner
GENDER: Female
AGE: Twenty-one
UNIVERSITY YEAR: Junior
MAJOR: Law
MINOR: Romance Language
JOB: Sales Clerk at Borders
PLAYBY: Jo Collura
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: Caucasian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
EYE COLOR: Honey brown
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 145
BODY TYPE: Medium build
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Conner has gaged ears, a labret piercing, and a collection of tattoos littering her arms and chest, all in black, slanting, cursive letters.
PERSONAL STYLE: There are a few words that can be used to describe the way Conner likes to look. Some might call her a "tom boy," others might call her a "dyke," and then there are those who merely think she is a boy. Such comments rarely offend her; she knows she dresses like a man, and she's proud of it. Conner loves everything from men's polos and button-up shirts, to relaxed fit jeans and slacks. She loves going to formal events because it gives her the chance to pull out her favorite ties and vests -- articles of clothing which she doesn't see fit for every day wear. All of her shoes are bought in the men's section of whatever store she's shopping in, and she has a particular fondness for flat-billed hats and "heenies," and you can forget about women's underwear; it's all about the boxers for Conner O'Reiley. She's never been the type to wear her pants around her knees, or shirts so long they could be called a dress. Conner's appearance is very important to her; the last thing she wants is to come across as "sloppy." To go along with her boyish-like looks, Conner's hair has always been kept short -- a basic crew cut with the sides short enough so her hair doesn't get too crazy, but the top long enough that her Jewish heritage (the reason for her luxurious curls) can shine through proudly.
OTHER: Among her favorite jewelry (and believe me, there isn't much) is a brown leather wrist-cuff watch, a Chrismukkah present from her parents several years back. She's very careful to keep her possessions in prime condition.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: Looking the way she does has always been an easy attack point for people who wanted to put Conner down. Whenever someone wants to hurt her, things about her appearance always seem to be the first thing out of people's mouths. That's the reason why Conner has become so good at letting a person's insults slide right off of her back. She learned at a young age that not rising to the moment makes people irritated and angry -- all they want is to see that what they said caused her great emotional pain, which is the precise reason she just stopped reacting. Conner's greatest strength has come from years of abuse from classmates and town folk alike: when someone calls her a "dyke" or a "faggot" on the street, she just smiles and keeps walking. Not letting people inside keeps her from getting hurt.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: What was mentioned above has also turned into a weakness in the sense that Conner keeps her guard up around people -- even people who care about her. The thing to end her relationships was always the fact that her girlfriends felt they didn't even know who she was. Her ability to keep the insults out coincides with an inability to let love in, something which she never wanted or counted on happening. To allow herself to feel would mean not only letting down her guard to love, but also letting down her guard to hate, and what would happen then? It could be less messy to never find out.
LIKES:
Conner's favorite sport by far is Rugby. She played the "Lock" position on her high school team, and although scoring tries isn't really the intended duty of Locks, she still managed it quite often being tall, skinny and one hell of a fast runner.
She's a regular "ladies-man," if you know what I mean. Conner absolutely loves women; short or tall, skinny or pleasantly plump, it really doesn't matter. The only thing she knows about as well as a Rugby pitch is the woman's body and how it works. Women are just plain beautiful in her eyes, and nobody could pay her to even picture herself with a man. Somethings just aren't natural for everyone.
Conner absolutely loves to exercise. Being in good shape is very important to her. A good run here, a nice jog there, maybe throw in a tackle somewhere and she's set.
Food is also a must when it comes to Conner, but eating the right kind of food. She understands the food pyramid and how to use it, and cooking hearty, healthy meals is also rather important to her.
Don't get her wrong! Just because she likes to eat healthy doesn't mean she doesn't have a sweet tooth! I mean, really, who can say no to a slice of chocolate cheese cake, or some strawberry gelato? It's all about moderation.
She loves to watch movies, any genre really. Her favorites are old school horror flicks and any sort of action movie starring Bruce Willis; what's not to love?
Of course she loves to party, being twenty-one. She spends her days trying to be healthy, so why not throw in a little booze and reefer while she's at it? She really doesn't smoke weed very often -- only in social circles and only if it's good quality -- but everybody has to relax sometimes, right?
Conner likes going to clubs every once in a while. She's really not that big of a dancer, but if some cute girl were to come up to her and ask, why would she say no? Girls is on this list already, isn't it? Gotta please the ladies.
She's really not that great of a singer -- a decent voice, if that -- but she loves to play her guitar. A lot of people don't feel right with a guitar in their hands unless they're blurting out some power-ballad, but Conner could sit down and play her guitar for hours without muttering a single "baby" or "don't leave me." For her it's all about the music behind the words.
loves being gay. It might be a kind of obvious likes, but it's really one of the things about herself that she is most proud of. The fact that she was able to look inside herself and discover this thing about her and not be ashamed to show it makes her feel really good about herself, and not even for a minute would she try and hide the fact. For her it isn't about what's easy, it's about what's right.
DISLIKES:
Well I suppose number one has to be men in a love interest sense. She likes having guy friends alright, but there's just something about the sight of a hairy man with no shirt on that makes her want to scratch her own eyes out.
Conner hates it when people tell her that she's just "going through a phase" or that God hates her. In her mind, people can save their closed minded mumbo-jumbo for someone else who cares. She'll just put on a smile and walk away, maybe throw in a "have a nice day," as she leaves.
McDonalds is probably one of her biggest dislikes. Anytime she's eaten it she always ends up feeling greasy and fat, so she's just stuck with boycotting it all together.
Conner is really not a fan of technology. She's never been able to figure out Facebook or Myspace, and can barely work her own email. Forget about online blogging or YouTube, she just doesn't understand it and might not ever. She has her strengths, but computers definitely aren't one of them.
She hates to see an animal in pain; those damn ASPCA commercials always get to her and she has to change the channel before she ends up calling and donating the last two dollars she has in her bank account.
With that in mind, Conner doesn't really like watching TV that much. She'll watch a good movie here and there, but it definitely isn't an everyday occurrence. She prefers to be outside and hanging out with friends.
Conner really hates being away from her family. Going to school in Valkyrie she isn't too far, as they live in Sunnyvale, California, but with the pressure of school she really only gets to see them on breaks and the occasional weekend if she doesn't have a term paper to write or anything.
She doesn't like seeing people getting picked on. If someone's being bullied or a fight's about to break out, she'll always step in and try to make the best of the situation.
Conner doesn't really like football. She'll get into school spirit for games and whatnot, but in the end she just thinks that it's an over glorified sport for sissies who need way too much padding. She REALLY hates it when people try to argue that football is more hardcore than rugby. It's just not.
She's not really a fan of guns, either. Hunting, whatever, it's a way of life and a way of feeding yourself, and as long as the hunter is safe, smart and uses as much of the animal killed as possible, as well as respecting the loss of life, she doesn't mind, but she absolutely hates the people who carry around guns everyday to make themselves feel bigger and badder than everyone else. In her eyes guns are dangerous and an irresponsible thing to carry around.
FLAWS: Conner can tend to come off as indifferent or uncaring. It's not true, it's just the way she knows to get by from day to day. She never meant to come off as "cold," but it doesn't stop it from happening. She has a bad habit of being too relaxed and at ease, which sometimes makes scrambling at the end of a term to finish a project kind of hard. She knows she needs to work on it, especially if she's going to become a lawyer, but sitting idly by and letting things happen is something she's just used to. That being said, she's not very good at telling people "no."
HABITS: Conner has a habit of calling everybody "man," regardless of who it is -- her parents, a classmate, her teachers or even her grandmother. It's just another part of her laid back personality. She also has a habit of drumming her fingers on desks or twirling pencils in her fingers. The pencil twirling rarely irritates classmates, but the finger drumming is generally harder to ignore. She has the bad habit of forgetting to charge her phone, or even just look at it on a daily basis, so it's not that rare for her to see she's missed a call or a text message from three days previously. Her parents had to learn not to be worried about her if they didn't hear from her immediately; she just never thinks about her phone.
SECRETS: Conner keeps a journal -- not an online journal, of course, but a regular composition book full of things in her head under her pillow. She writes in it quite often, because she likes to look back on old entries and see where she was years before. It's something she's been doing since she was fifteen years old.
BEST MEMORY: Conner's best memory has to be her first kiss. It wasn't with a boy, of course, but a pretty girl named Alice in her third period class when she was in tenth grade. They had just been hanging out after school and walked to the local elementary school, where they had goofed around and were playing on the structures. After a riveting game of Structure Tag, they relaxed by sitting on the swings which they had far outgrown by that point in their lives. She could remember thinking that she liked Alice and wanted to know what would happen if she kissed her ("Can girls kiss girls?") when Alice took the first move and planted a very soft, innocent kiss on Conner's lips. Even six years later, Conner could still remember perfectly the way she felt in that moment; the lingering feel of soft lips on hers; the flurry of butterflies that rose in her stomach the moment she realized what was happening. Were she a wizard and needed to produce a Patronus, that would be the memory she picked to think of every time.
WORST MEMORY: Conner's worst memory isn't even really a memory at all; it's more of a lack of memory. When she was seventeen years old, a boy was trying to pick on her, telling her she was ugly, calling her a "faggot" and a "dyke", telling her she would go to hell; none of it really bothered her that much. She decided to just ignore him, as usual, but that was when he decided to take it a step further by insulting the girl Conner was standing there with -- a girl who was just a friend and not even a lesbian. This irritated Conner more than anything he had said about her, but still she ignored him, finding this a bit more difficult. It wasn't until he pushed her that she lost complete control. That was the last thing she could remember before red swam before her eyes and she blinked, finding herself standing in front of him, her knuckles covered in blood and the boy laying on the ground unconscious. Luckily she merely knocked him out and gave him a bloody nose, a black eye and a fat lip, but the fact that she lost control and had no recollection of even turning around was something that haunted her to the present day.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: In general you won't find a nicer person than Conner O'Reiley. She's the type of person that would offer you her coat if you're cold, or half of her pizza if you don't have any money for lunch. She's just all over a decent, good hearted person, who perhaps lets people walk over her a bit too much. One of the things she was taught when she was younger was respect. Showing respect for other people, animals and things is just a rule that she lives by in life. The golden rule is to treat others how you want to be treated, right? She believes that everybody is entitled to their own opinions and beliefs and that the world shouldn't just tolerate different people, but that they should actually be accepted for who they are and what they love. Conner doesn't believe in passing judgment on other people; she of all people understands what it feels like to be judged, and it's something that she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. She's all about spreading love and acceptance, just like The Beatles always sang about.
She loves to have fun and hang out with people. Yes, people are a must in Conner's life. She's not the type that's content with sitting inside alone all day playing on the computer, watching TV or even just reading a book. She needs human interaction in her day to day, or she could just go insane. Even if she just sits around doing nothing with a friend, she feels that doing nothing with somebody is better than doing nothing alone. She's not the type of person that needs to be in a relationship all the time, however. She hasn't been a super needy girlfriend every time she's been in a relationship, and she really believes in giving herself time to get over anyone she was ever close to. She's always tried to stay away from dating the same type of girl over and over, and she likes to cherish the relationships she has had in her memory. She doesn't like moving too fast in relationships. This, of course, isn't talking about sex. Conner loves sex with women, but she's not down with a girl moving in with her the day after they start dating, or bringing over her needy cat. Conner's not really a cat person; she loves dogs. Back home she has a bull mastiff named Butkus (Yes, she loves the Rocky films). She would have loved to bring him to school with her but figured they wouldn't be too pleased with a huge dog in her dorm.
Conner's a smart girl and generally puts school first. That doesn't mean she hasn't done her share of procrastinating, I mean really, who hasn't? But she's always managed to get spectacular grades. Her parents always pushed her to fulfill her potential as a child, which amounted to a fantastic work and school ethic. Putting out a good picture of yourself for the world to see is an important thing for Conner; she wants people to see that she's intelligent, hard working, devoted and caring. She feels that if she was to do sloppy work, she'd be telling the world that she was a sloppy person, and why would she want that? She wants to go out into the workforce and make a difference -- a real difference. It's important to her that she actually does something with her life, not just take the free ride that she could from her parents, because, let's face, they aren't exactly poor. That's the reason she chose law as a career path; she wants to be one of the good guys, on the end that upholds the law and tries to change the laws that are wrong. She wants to be there to work for the little guy, and help people that are less fortunate come out on top, like a modern day Robin Hood. Ultimately she just wants to be a good person.
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: Sunnyvale, California[/size][/font]
PARENTS: Conner's parents are named Liam and Elaine O'Reiley. They're one of those strange couples that are still happily married after twenty-five years. Sure, they have their little spats, but in the end they love each other and are committed to making their marriage work. Conner's mother is the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company (O'Reiley International Sales, Inc.), while her father is the Superintendent of the school board back home.
SIBLINGS: None! Conner's an only child and a spoiled baby at that.
OTHER: Conner has one grandmother left on her mother's side, Helena Kriendel, a Jewish woman if ever one lived. She wasn't happy about her only daughter marrying a non Jewish man -- more over, a Catholic Irishman.
LIVING SITUATION: Conner lives in a dorm, but she would love to move out into a small house or apartment. Dorm living just isn't for her.
HISTORY: Conner was born November 1st, 1985 in a hospital in Sunnyvale, California. Her mother had wanted an at-home birth, but Conner was a stubborn little baby and before the night was over her mother was rushed to the hospital and the doctors were performing a C-Section. Even as a baby Conner was just a relaxed individual. She didn't cry often, and it was hardly ever an issue getting her to fall asleep. For a time Conner's grandmother Helena thought that she might have some developmental problems, but in the end she proved to be a perfectly healthy little girl who just seemed rather easy to please.
As she grew, it became more and more apparent to her and her parents that Conner wasn't a normal little girl. She never had the boy-crushes like the other little girls, she never played with dolls and would much rather have spent the day building things with her father than shopping with her mom, and one of her favorite things to do was learn about the insides of cars and how they ran. She loved playing in mud and grease, and rolling around in the grass was always a kick in the pants. Before they knew it she was asking for short, boyish hairstyles and wearing nothing but T-shirts, jeans and tennis shoes. She just wasn't becoming the little girl that her mother had always hoped for.
But just because she was turning out differently than planned didn't mean her parents loved her any less. If anything they were proud to have a child who was so strong willed and able to be who she really was, especially at such a young age. They helped her become who she wanted to be; helped her personality flourish, and were happy with the way she was developing, despite some of the comments they got from Conner's grade school teachers. "She doesn't play with the other little girls." "She refused to use the pink crayon today to color in her name tag on her desk." One teacher was so worried once that she called a parent-teacher meeting with the principal because Conner had given another little girl a Valentine. That was when her parents really started wondering about their child's preferences. They discussed briefly the possibility of their daughter being a lesbian, but brushed it off, as she was still so young.
As she grew, she continued to show no interest in boys or feminine related things. She always insisted that being a girl didn't mean she had to wear dresses or like pink or purple. It didn't mean she had to learn to cook or bake. "You don't, mom!" she said once, after getting in trouble in home-economics for speaking up about how the class shouldn't be filled with only girls. It was true that her mother never cooked, but as her mother was rich, she never needed to cook, therefore she was a terrible cook. Perhaps having such a strong mother figure in her life was what was bringing out all this feminine activism in Conner, her mother had thought, but still she was proud to have such a strong willed daughter, and her father was delighted to have a daughter that loved being active and playing sports -- that was the reason, after all, that he'd wanted a son. He never dreamed that a daughter would like such things, too.
It wasn't until high school that the topic of sexual orientation was brought up again. Conner had lived an easy life, with every resource available to her, and yet she continued to get into trouble at school -- not because of grades, oh no. Conner's parents had always impressed upon her the importance of good school work, which led up to Conner's perfect 4.0 GPA. Her problems at school always revolved around the way that she was. Several times girls would run screaming from the girl's bathroom because they believed her to be a boy being a pervert, and even though she was doing nothing wrong she continually got scolded by the Principal and teachers for purposely "not fitting in." When Elaine and Liam O'Reiley got called to the school one day to talk about Conner, they were hardly surprised to find an ashamed looking girl named Alice and a defiant looking Conner sitting in the Principal's office, apparently having got caught kissing behind the school during lunch. They didn't act disappointed or surprised and merely shrugged off the allocations, telling the Principal they didn't "see anything wrong with it."
After that moment, Conner became much more open with her parents. She'd always gotten along with them, but there had been certain parts of herself that she kept quiet, like the fact that she liked girls. Once she learned that her parents thought nothing of it, it was like their relationship got that much stronger. Conner's grandmother would never understand, of course, being an old-school Jewish woman. Mr. O'Reiley had mentioned that his mother and father wouldn't have handled the news very well, being old-school Catholics, but they were gone already, so that had always made matters easier. Conner was always glad that her parents had their religion (albeit, two different religions), but that they were sensible enough to know that liking girls didn't mean Conner was a devil-child or that she wouldn't be going to hell because of it. Really, they just loved her and were proud to have her be who she was.
Conner and her parents never moved. Once her parents settled down in their house several years before she was born, they felt the place was their home and never re-located. She lived in the same house in Sunnyvale for her entire life, so when it was time for her to pack up and go to college it was a little less than easy. She'd always had a strong, close relationship with her parents, and couldn't imagine not seeing them everyday. In the end she knew she had to go, and that it wouldn't be goodbye forever. So she ended up in Valkyrie, her parents paying her way through school and for her food and other necessities, and just trying to get by one day at a time.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: Sid[/font][/quote]
GENDER: Female
AGE: Twenty
RP EXPERIENCE: About six years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet!
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE:
The voice; the touch. It didn't even matter what Jake said when he walked up behind Brett and placed those arms -- those heaven-sent arms around him. Every hair on his body stood and goosebumps rose on his skin in places that goosebumps wouldn't normally grow. He closed his eyes, willing his chin to stop trembling and his breath to stop quivering as he released it from his ever-needing lungs. Don't stop touching me, he begged mentally, biting down on his bottom lip with a fiery desire for the boy behind him. As if hearing this, Jake took a step back, eliminating all contact with him. Why do you torture me like this? He could feel Jake's eyes burning into his flesh, and he knew he was staring him up and down.
Turning slowly, he gave a false smile, one which he was sure Jake could see was false. He could feel his desire for his best friend welling up inside of him rapidly, faster than it ever had before. This was what he needed; what he longed for. He needed that touch; that embrace; that strong, dominant, passionate sex that Brett knew meant nothing to Jake, but on a deeper level -- one that was surfacing higher as each day passed on -- meant the world to Brett. The time they spent together was tortuous for Brett. So much time was spent longing, wishing, waiting, and here it was finally, available to him right at his fingertips. He would beg if he had to; dignity meant nothing to him anymore. He would succumb to this addiction at the drop of a pin, possibly even if Acadia was standing in the next room.
And then he saw Jake begin to move toward him, dipping his head down so he could reach, and Brett knew this was the moment of truth; the moment he'd been waiting for; longing for. There was no resistance this time, no trying to stop himself from only hurting Acadia and himself in the process. No, this addiction couldn't be stopped. As Jake's lips came into contact with his, he felt his body burst into flame. Wrapping his arms up and around Jake's neck and tangling his fingers in the other boys velvety black hair, Brett kissed him back with the passion of a million hearts, his knees buckling and making him fall into Jake's body. He held tightly, refusing to let go, refusing to end the moment for which he'd been so desperately desiring.
His face contorted in pain -- not that of the physical kind, but of the deep emotional kind. Did Jake know what he did to him? Sure, he knew what he put him through in the physical sense: he knew Brett wanted him, and wanted him bad. But did he know what else he made Brett feel? The boy hardly understood it himself, so he hardly expected his friend, who seemed to be solely based around sex, to comprehend anything on the subject of his inner turmoil. How many nights had he woken up in a hot sweat because he had been dreaming of the hot sex they would have? He couldn't even count. But the difference was in his dreams it didn't stop at the sex. In his dreams Jake held him when they were done, and kissed him gently on the forehead. In his dreams Jake told him things that Brett knew Jake could never and would never say to him in real life. "I love you." There was something so unreal about the concept, but at the same time, something so nice.
And when Brett woke up, he cried. He didn't care how big of a sissy it made him, or how much his dorm mates would laugh if they found out or woke up to it. He couldn't stop the pain from delving into the pit of his stomach. It was the same pain he felt when he thought about how much he had hurt Acadia, only different. He knew he could have Acadia, he just kept screwing up. But Jake... that was a different story completely. There was something so forbidden in their relationship that kept him coming back for more; something so breath-taking that Brett just couldn't say no to. Was it that uncertainty of the 'L' word that was said so many times in his dreams? Who could know. He didn't want to say he loved his best friend, but at the same time, he didn't want to say that he didn't. Or, more like he couldn't say that he didn't.
When he felt a hand grasp onto his ass firmly, Brett felt a hot surge of passion run through his veins. At this, he couldn't help but moan out loud and dig his fingers into the back of Jake's head. Damn, Jake was making him moan and all he did was kiss him and grab his butt. It was either that Jake was just too good or that Brett had been waiting so heatedly for this moment that every touch electrified his body. Jake didn't understand how much Brett had come to need these interactions, that was one thing the boy was sure of. He needed them like he needed a friend to cry to every night when he woke up from a seemingly perfect dream, or like he needed Acadia to tell him it was alright, even though he knew it wasn't. But more than that, he needed it as much as he knew he needed to quit.
What was this? Words? Speaking? Jake wanted him to speak? He inhaled quickly and let it out, the air leaving his lips shaky and nervous. "Honestly?" he breathed, leaning his head forward and biting Jake gently on the neck. His hands still playing in the back of Jake's hair, Brett moved his face from the crook of his friends neck and placed his lips carefully by his ear, breathing his hot, unsteady breath onto it. "Yes," he whispered. His eyes fell closed again and he bit down on his lip, feeling ashamed of himself for needing this so badly. He thought of pulling away and looking at his friend, but he knew what Jake wanted to hear. "Jake..." he started, his voice frightened but determined. "I need you... so bad." His arms shook as he spoke and he was praying to God -- even if he didn't believe in one -- that Jake wouldn't look at him; wouldn't look into his face and eyes and see the desperation in them.
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credit: format by Lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
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