Post by ciaran on Mar 7, 2011 10:38:24 GMT -5
Ciaran ó Faoláin
"Smile, it's the second best thing to do with your lips"
. B A S I C . I N F O .
NAME Ciaran ó Faoláin (First personality), Calhoun/Cal (Second personality) and Kieran (third personality - exact opposite of the first)
NICKNAMES Cal, Sparkle (don't ask - no, really, don't, or he'll pull your brain out by your spinal cord)
GENDER Male
RACE? Fairy
AGE Appears 23-24, when he's actually 3795 years old.
SEXUALITY Bisexual
NAME Ciaran ó Faoláin (First personality), Calhoun/Cal (Second personality) and Kieran (third personality - exact opposite of the first)
NICKNAMES Cal, Sparkle (don't ask - no, really, don't, or he'll pull your brain out by your spinal cord)
GENDER Male
RACE? Fairy
AGE Appears 23-24, when he's actually 3795 years old.
SEXUALITY Bisexual
. A P P E A R A N C E .
HAIR Dark brown, cut short but often pushed back off his face in a tousled style
EYES Dark brown
HEIGHT 6'2 in height
WEIGHT 140lbs
FEATURES He has multiple scars and stuff from when he was a 'prisoner of war' and tortured mercilessly. He also has facial hair, trimmed and left sort of rugged - refer to picture.
[/size]HAIR Dark brown, cut short but often pushed back off his face in a tousled style
EYES Dark brown
HEIGHT 6'2 in height
WEIGHT 140lbs
FEATURES He has multiple scars and stuff from when he was a 'prisoner of war' and tortured mercilessly. He also has facial hair, trimmed and left sort of rugged - refer to picture.
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
LIKES Ciaran - art, most types of music, the rain, ice cream, Halima, fire, sex; Calhoun - sex, Halima, loud music, conflict, begging, sex, alcohol; Kieran - blood, violence, screaming, fear, terror, killing.
DISLIKES Ciaran - heights, violence, loud music, hot weather, most supernaturals, all vampires save for Halima; Calhoun - blood, soft music, sweet things, begging unless it's during sex, all vampires save for Halima; Kieran - everything, all vampires save for Halima.
STRENGTHS Ciaran is fast, which helps with his size and weight. He isn't necessarily stronger than others, but he can hold his own in most combat unless the other is generally bigger than he is. He is cunning, and his stability means he can make rational decisions. Being a fairy, he's also generally faster than most other species, save for vampires who are older than him. He also has an ancient power that most Fae have thought to be extinct - pyrokinesis. He doesn't use it often, but when he does, it is hard to avoid, and can incinerate anything it touches.
WEAKNESSES Lemons, limes, iron - His temper tends to get the better of him most of the time, the sight of blood makes him faint when Calhoun is active, as does heights when Ciaran is active. The whole separate personality thing also means that he loses big chunks of memories, and most of the time he suffers from constant headaches.
OVERALL PERSONALITY To get one little thing straight before Ciaran goes in depth, he's a psychopath. Doctors have described him as being afflicted with Dissociative identity disorder (DID), and this is rather present daily. First up, is regular old Ciaran - he was himself up to the age of 15, before a chemical imbalance in his brain left him with DID and up to four separate personalities. The most present personality, but the weakest, Ciaran has a distinctive love of art and music, as well as nature. He is rather quiet in terms of the other three personalities he houses. Ciaran has a fear of heights, and would rather kill someone than have to go higher than a second storey building. In comparison to his other two personalities, this one is the most gentle. He is kind and almost innocent, the typical sort of guy you expect to meet. This part of him is attracted to women, whereas his other two are attracted to men and both respectively. In terms of stabilitiy, Ciaran is probably the most docile of the three, and the easiest to talk to. If you're a generally good person, he would talk to you. This side of Ciaran is just trying to reach out to someone.
The second personality housed in Ciaran's mind, Calhoun. Cal is darker still, and during the times when Cal has been present, one can see an almost immediate change in Ciaran. He becomes colder, and perhaps more amused by everything. The best way to describe Calhoun is a sexual deviant with a sarcastic sense of humour. This side of Ciaran came from the sexual abuse he suffered from as a child, and as such has figured that that sort of behaviour is ok - not that he rapes children or anything - but he believes most sexual acts to be open to him. Calhoun isn't afraid of most things, but he hates the sight of blood - usually to the point of nausea. Where Ciaran enjoys quiet, Cal loved loud music, and red wine as well as most types of alcohol. In terms of stability, Calhoun is about a 4-5, or borderline docile with a twisted edge.
Last but not least, the third of Ciaran's personalities is Kieran. Almost an exact mirror image to Ciaran, Kieran is that dark part that no one should ever descend to. You do not want to meet Kieran if you've pissed him off, because you're likely to go missing. He's antisocial, dark and twisted, and will not hesitate to hurt you if you bother him. Nor will he be hesitant if he decides he'd rather see your insides on your outsides. Kieran is the most dominant of the three, and while Ciaran is attracted towards females, and Calhoun towards males, gender does not matter to Kieran. If he's attracted to you, he'll show it. He enjoys the sight of blood and hearing people scream and beg for mercy. This is the darkest of Ciaran's three personalities, born from the torment that Ciaran suffered at the hands of his father before he learnt to fight back. He's distrusting, and disloyal - why should he trust anyone? And he hates the idea of authority. In terms of stability, Kieran is a 9-10, or twisted to the point of psychosis. Like Ciaran, Kieran just needs someone to see through his personality and help him.
All three of Ciaran's personalities have similarities. Following the lines of his Dissociative identity disorder, Ciaran suffers from depersonalization while Kieran and Calhoun are in control, and all three suffer from memory loss, auditory of the other personalities in their mind (ie: hearing the other two talk while one is active), a loss of time while each one is active, flashbacks of his past abuse and trauma, and severe paranoia. He believes there are people out to get him, even when there's not, and so he hardly trusts anyone.
LIKES Ciaran - art, most types of music, the rain, ice cream, Halima, fire, sex; Calhoun - sex, Halima, loud music, conflict, begging, sex, alcohol; Kieran - blood, violence, screaming, fear, terror, killing.
DISLIKES Ciaran - heights, violence, loud music, hot weather, most supernaturals, all vampires save for Halima; Calhoun - blood, soft music, sweet things, begging unless it's during sex, all vampires save for Halima; Kieran - everything, all vampires save for Halima.
STRENGTHS Ciaran is fast, which helps with his size and weight. He isn't necessarily stronger than others, but he can hold his own in most combat unless the other is generally bigger than he is. He is cunning, and his stability means he can make rational decisions. Being a fairy, he's also generally faster than most other species, save for vampires who are older than him. He also has an ancient power that most Fae have thought to be extinct - pyrokinesis. He doesn't use it often, but when he does, it is hard to avoid, and can incinerate anything it touches.
WEAKNESSES Lemons, limes, iron - His temper tends to get the better of him most of the time, the sight of blood makes him faint when Calhoun is active, as does heights when Ciaran is active. The whole separate personality thing also means that he loses big chunks of memories, and most of the time he suffers from constant headaches.
OVERALL PERSONALITY To get one little thing straight before Ciaran goes in depth, he's a psychopath. Doctors have described him as being afflicted with Dissociative identity disorder (DID), and this is rather present daily. First up, is regular old Ciaran - he was himself up to the age of 15, before a chemical imbalance in his brain left him with DID and up to four separate personalities. The most present personality, but the weakest, Ciaran has a distinctive love of art and music, as well as nature. He is rather quiet in terms of the other three personalities he houses. Ciaran has a fear of heights, and would rather kill someone than have to go higher than a second storey building. In comparison to his other two personalities, this one is the most gentle. He is kind and almost innocent, the typical sort of guy you expect to meet. This part of him is attracted to women, whereas his other two are attracted to men and both respectively. In terms of stabilitiy, Ciaran is probably the most docile of the three, and the easiest to talk to. If you're a generally good person, he would talk to you. This side of Ciaran is just trying to reach out to someone.
The second personality housed in Ciaran's mind, Calhoun. Cal is darker still, and during the times when Cal has been present, one can see an almost immediate change in Ciaran. He becomes colder, and perhaps more amused by everything. The best way to describe Calhoun is a sexual deviant with a sarcastic sense of humour. This side of Ciaran came from the sexual abuse he suffered from as a child, and as such has figured that that sort of behaviour is ok - not that he rapes children or anything - but he believes most sexual acts to be open to him. Calhoun isn't afraid of most things, but he hates the sight of blood - usually to the point of nausea. Where Ciaran enjoys quiet, Cal loved loud music, and red wine as well as most types of alcohol. In terms of stability, Calhoun is about a 4-5, or borderline docile with a twisted edge.
Last but not least, the third of Ciaran's personalities is Kieran. Almost an exact mirror image to Ciaran, Kieran is that dark part that no one should ever descend to. You do not want to meet Kieran if you've pissed him off, because you're likely to go missing. He's antisocial, dark and twisted, and will not hesitate to hurt you if you bother him. Nor will he be hesitant if he decides he'd rather see your insides on your outsides. Kieran is the most dominant of the three, and while Ciaran is attracted towards females, and Calhoun towards males, gender does not matter to Kieran. If he's attracted to you, he'll show it. He enjoys the sight of blood and hearing people scream and beg for mercy. This is the darkest of Ciaran's three personalities, born from the torment that Ciaran suffered at the hands of his father before he learnt to fight back. He's distrusting, and disloyal - why should he trust anyone? And he hates the idea of authority. In terms of stability, Kieran is a 9-10, or twisted to the point of psychosis. Like Ciaran, Kieran just needs someone to see through his personality and help him.
All three of Ciaran's personalities have similarities. Following the lines of his Dissociative identity disorder, Ciaran suffers from depersonalization while Kieran and Calhoun are in control, and all three suffer from memory loss, auditory of the other personalities in their mind (ie: hearing the other two talk while one is active), a loss of time while each one is active, flashbacks of his past abuse and trauma, and severe paranoia. He believes there are people out to get him, even when there's not, and so he hardly trusts anyone.
. H I S T O R Y .
FAMILY None alive
HOME Town Faery (the Fae kingdom) - currently living in Florida
OVERALL HISTORYLife was certainly uneventful for this Fae. For most of his young life he was happy, and spent his time helping nature grow and flirting with danger - usually that meant with vampires - until the first Fae war. It started as a civil conflict between brothers, but soon spilled out into the mortal realms. As a soldier on the front line, using his pyrokinesis to help stem the fatalities and turn the war in the favor of the Fae King, Ciaran fought. And fought. Until finally he was captured by a vampire who had been employed by the opposing factions. For months he was subjected to all kinds of torture. Lemon and lime juice was injected into his body, he was sprinkled with iron dust, and scarred beyond belief. Finally, Ciaran managed to escape, but not before two other personalities, to other parts of himself - Calhoun and Kieran - became known. Kieran killed the vampire, and allowed Ciaran the control to escape, running as far as he could from the conflict.
For years he wandered, lost in a daze of insanity as the three personalities began to eat away at each other. It wasn't until he met the young vampire, Halima Tariq, that he began to change. Now she is the only one he's truly devoted to, the only one he can control himself around. Current day: he spends his time studying art - it calms him, and playing music.
FAMILY None alive
HOME Town Faery (the Fae kingdom) - currently living in Florida
OVERALL HISTORYLife was certainly uneventful for this Fae. For most of his young life he was happy, and spent his time helping nature grow and flirting with danger - usually that meant with vampires - until the first Fae war. It started as a civil conflict between brothers, but soon spilled out into the mortal realms. As a soldier on the front line, using his pyrokinesis to help stem the fatalities and turn the war in the favor of the Fae King, Ciaran fought. And fought. Until finally he was captured by a vampire who had been employed by the opposing factions. For months he was subjected to all kinds of torture. Lemon and lime juice was injected into his body, he was sprinkled with iron dust, and scarred beyond belief. Finally, Ciaran managed to escape, but not before two other personalities, to other parts of himself - Calhoun and Kieran - became known. Kieran killed the vampire, and allowed Ciaran the control to escape, running as far as he could from the conflict.
For years he wandered, lost in a daze of insanity as the three personalities began to eat away at each other. It wasn't until he met the young vampire, Halima Tariq, that he began to change. Now she is the only one he's truly devoted to, the only one he can control himself around. Current day: he spends his time studying art - it calms him, and playing music.
. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .
YOUR NAME Victoria
YOUR AGE Eighteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 10 years
HOW YOU FOUND US I helped make you
FACE CLAIM Orlando Bloom
RULES PASSCODE long live eric
SPECIES PASSCODE light wielder
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
That's it. Keep on walking. Walking and talking like you're him. Only you're not, are you? You're something else... Calhoun. You're no where near being Ciaran. I can feel him. Here in your head. My head. His head. Our head. Can you hear him? Can you feel us? Pounding against the confines. Trying to get loose. That's it. Keep ignoring us... that's it.
A dull throb warned Calhoun that overdrinking would be a very stupid step as he made his way into Mutt's, welcomed by a throb of music, the scent of alcohol, sweat - most noticeably, human, sweat - and a variety of other things. At first the scents tickled his nose, making him scowl before he was pulled into the dancing group, his tall, slender body melting perfectly into the crowd. Dark eyes narrowed, and he found himself shoving a guy away as a soft growl left him, before he knocked another guy back and pushed his way out of the crowd. He hated big groups. But he needed a drink. And sex. Anything to remove the voices in his head. No, not his head. This head would never be his alone. He was sharing it.
That's it. You're sharing. Tough luck, princess, having to share with the likes of Ciaran and myself. Toughen up, buttercup.
His hand rose to his head, ignoring the faint throb that he got whenever he heard those horrid voices as he stumbled towards the bar. He wasn't drunk, but the damned headaches made him feel like he was hungover.
"Scotch."
As the bartender moved to give him his drink, Calhoun dropped down at the bar, those dark amber hues of his flicking out to appraise the young woman who was eyeing him up, noticing the way her eyes took in the tightness of his jeans, the open necked tunic that revealed a golden tanned figure, and the way his smirk seemed to be calling her in. Though, he'd never bed a woman. He found them disgusting, and annoying. 'Sides, he was more attracted to men anyway, unlike Ciaran and Kieran, both of whom appreciated the beauty of a slender woman. His eyes tilted back to the bar as a glass of scotch with ice was placed before him, a ragged sigh leaving him as he slapped a note onto the counter and collected the glass in slender fingers, bringing it to his lips.
The cool liquid burned down his throat, making him smile weakly. Though it was not a regular smile. If one should look across at Calhoun, they would see a smile that was tainted with darkness, promising pain and pleasure and everything in between. For this was who Calhoun was. He saw something, he took it, and he never apologised. As he leant back, he finally caught sight of another man at the bar, nursing a shooter of Absolut. Calhoun lazily let his eyes take in the man, before he sniffed and stopped. Another one. Well, Cal had heard that Northshore was home to many different shifters, but he hadn't expected to see one so soon.
"Another, and leave the bottle."
YOUR NAME Victoria
YOUR AGE Eighteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 10 years
HOW YOU FOUND US I helped make you
FACE CLAIM Orlando Bloom
RULES PASSCODE long live eric
SPECIES PASSCODE light wielder
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
That's it. Keep on walking. Walking and talking like you're him. Only you're not, are you? You're something else... Calhoun. You're no where near being Ciaran. I can feel him. Here in your head. My head. His head. Our head. Can you hear him? Can you feel us? Pounding against the confines. Trying to get loose. That's it. Keep ignoring us... that's it.
A dull throb warned Calhoun that overdrinking would be a very stupid step as he made his way into Mutt's, welcomed by a throb of music, the scent of alcohol, sweat - most noticeably, human, sweat - and a variety of other things. At first the scents tickled his nose, making him scowl before he was pulled into the dancing group, his tall, slender body melting perfectly into the crowd. Dark eyes narrowed, and he found himself shoving a guy away as a soft growl left him, before he knocked another guy back and pushed his way out of the crowd. He hated big groups. But he needed a drink. And sex. Anything to remove the voices in his head. No, not his head. This head would never be his alone. He was sharing it.
That's it. You're sharing. Tough luck, princess, having to share with the likes of Ciaran and myself. Toughen up, buttercup.
His hand rose to his head, ignoring the faint throb that he got whenever he heard those horrid voices as he stumbled towards the bar. He wasn't drunk, but the damned headaches made him feel like he was hungover.
"Scotch."
As the bartender moved to give him his drink, Calhoun dropped down at the bar, those dark amber hues of his flicking out to appraise the young woman who was eyeing him up, noticing the way her eyes took in the tightness of his jeans, the open necked tunic that revealed a golden tanned figure, and the way his smirk seemed to be calling her in. Though, he'd never bed a woman. He found them disgusting, and annoying. 'Sides, he was more attracted to men anyway, unlike Ciaran and Kieran, both of whom appreciated the beauty of a slender woman. His eyes tilted back to the bar as a glass of scotch with ice was placed before him, a ragged sigh leaving him as he slapped a note onto the counter and collected the glass in slender fingers, bringing it to his lips.
The cool liquid burned down his throat, making him smile weakly. Though it was not a regular smile. If one should look across at Calhoun, they would see a smile that was tainted with darkness, promising pain and pleasure and everything in between. For this was who Calhoun was. He saw something, he took it, and he never apologised. As he leant back, he finally caught sight of another man at the bar, nursing a shooter of Absolut. Calhoun lazily let his eyes take in the man, before he sniffed and stopped. Another one. Well, Cal had heard that Northshore was home to many different shifters, but he hadn't expected to see one so soon.
"Another, and leave the bottle."
