Post by bella3 on Feb 26, 2011 13:47:50 GMT -5
connor alexander o'shea
Lost Cat: Find it? Keep it.
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: Connor, Alex
sex: male
age: 26 years
birthday: February 29
occupation: security guard
orientation: straight
member title: security guard
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
eyes: bright, icy blue
face: squarish and stern
body: 6' 5" and muscular
fashion: jeans and a t-shirt usually
playby: Ian Sommerhalder
overall: Connor is a tall man, and because he works out so much, he's very muscular with hardly any fat stored within his body. He's got black hair that is usually worn messy. His ice blue eyes are always stern, and his gaze is frightening to most.
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
dislikes: being bored, uneventful days, cocky people (even though he is one), people that think they can beat him in a fight, being weak
strengths: fighting, strength,
weaknesses: women, intelligence,
secrets: had an affair when he was married, had sex with a student at his old job, may actually like guys too
worst memory: divorcing his wife
best memory: the birth of Jaylie
desires: to see his daughter again
pet peeves: got none
overall: Connor is a stern man that never really looks like he could be gentle. He was always like that, stern and mean and really just a jerk. He would kill someone if he wanted to, and if not, just torture the hell out of them. But even though Connor may seem like a tough guy on the outside, on the inside, he just wants to be loved again. He feels sorry for his mistake, and so he puts on his tough guy act to get through it, never wanting people to know that she is still on his mind.
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
siblings: Krissie: sister, 18, senior || Jacob: brother, 18, senior
other relatives: Jaylie: daughter, 3
history: Connor lived a pretty boring life up until high school. He was born in a small town out in the country and nothing ever really happened out there. Just before he started high school, though, his parents decided that they wanted to move for God only knows what reason. Connor was absolutely furious. Even though nothing had ever happened there, he liked the small town. He told his parents that he wasn't leaving, and so they left him. He lived with his friend for a while before he finally realized that staying there had been the worst option. He found out where his parents had moved -New York City- and took a plane up there. His parents weren't too happy to see him, but they decided that he could stay, and so he lived out his high school year in the Big Apple.
His senior year, Connor met the love of his life, Miss Annabelle Cobb. He vowed that he would one day propose to her, and so he did. When they were out of high school, they moved into an apartment together. They lived together for about a year before they finally got married. Soon after that, little Jaylie was born. Two years after that, Connor found himself alone and working at Hawthorne Academy.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: 15
time zone: Eastern
other characters: Anthony Isabella O'Reilly, Piper Elizabeth Jackson, and Laramie Rosabelle Nadège
rp sample: What if everyone admitted to the crimes that they did? What if no one committed any crimes? What if, under the constitution of the United States, any and all crimes were punishable by death? Would anyone be where they were today? Certainly there would be no prison. There would be no place to go for committing a crime except to the executioner who would then kill you without a second thought. Maybe the world would be a better place. Or maybe, some of the innocent would be killed while the criminals got away. That's what would have happened to me, Anthony O'Reilly. Killed without a second thought. Maybe it's a good thing that the Constitution states that you may not be automatically killed if you have committed a crime.
Of course, I should have been killed right away. Sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but everyone that had seen the actual crime happen had said that I had been the one to do it. Ironic, huh? Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam. Just like that, you are put in jail for life. Well, unless your parents are filthy stinkin' rich. Then you have another option. You have the option to move to a different town and start your life over again, trying to forget the past. Then again, maybe if I had stayed in jail, my brother might not have been shot and killed. Something like that was hard to shake off. I couldn't help but think if I had just stayed in jail, they wouldn't have moved to this horrid town, and my brother might still be with my. My closest brother.
And of course, being a middle child of eight -well, seven now- had it's advantages and disadvantages. For instance, an advantage could possibly be that you are hardly noticed among your siblings. Yet, that could also be a bad thing. Ever since being sent to prison, though, I was glad to have a large family. Plus, the larger the family, the more shoulders to lean on. Though now that Martin was gone, I didn't really have many siblings that I could cry to. For example, the twins, Scott and Carolina, were only fourteen, and they didn't know much about comforting their older siblings, Zenon was six and Lucas was eight, so they didn't really know much of anything. Really the only two people that I had were ConnOr and William, but they were both older than me and reminded me too much of Martin.
It was hard to have a large family and still not have anyone to cry to. Then again, with moving to Hawthorne Academy, I hadn't really seen any of my siblings too much. I knew that they all went here -except for Zenon and Lucas- because, in reality, we all had problems. Mine? Hah. Funny you ask because it is sexual addiction. After Martin was killed, I started to feel unloved, and that led to the wanting to have sex. It would make me feel better. It did make me feel better. But it was more feeling better about myself then anything. I think that part of me wanted to impress Martin and to show him that I really was a sexy beast, but part of me just really liked the thought and feeling of sex. Since moving to Hawthorne, though, no one seemed to care about me. They all just seemed to make fun of my name. Anthony. They stated that it was a guy's name and that I was a trans gender for having such a name. But Annie wasn't a guy's name, was it now?
I sighed as I walked through the gardens, exploring and looking around at the many flowers that sprouted. Flowers were such beautiful things, colorful and growing in all shapes and designs. They were wonderful things, mostly symbolizing peace and happiness. At least, that's what I thought of when I saw them. Some people hated flowers and I had always wondered why. What was there to hate about a flower? I shook my head and looked up, examining the people in the gardens. The normal people: girls just looking at the flowers, a few guys prowling around searching for the right girl to snatch and take back to their dorm, a few nerds here and there who were studying the flowers and taking down notes. All the same. And then someone caught my eye and I started walking toward him for God only knows what reason.
Ripped jeans, ripped t-shirt, a cigarette in hand. I could just tell that he probably wasn't good news, and yet, he was looking at some white daisies, not studying them like a nerd, not looking for any girls, just looking at them. I walked up beside him and looked down at the daisies as well. What I saw in them was probably different then what he saw, but I saw my brother, Martin. I saw him laughing and playing with me when we were younger. And suddenly he stopped, right next to a pure white daisy. He plucked it and wove it into my hair saying, 'A pure soul will never die.' I bit my lip hard, trying to force the tears to stay back as I spoke to the guy that I had approached. "Daisies are beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I said, thinking of how terrible saying that was to try and start a conversation.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
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