Post by Damien Callahan on Jan 9, 2012 3:15:26 GMT -5
"Where are the eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled?"
The Basics
Name: Damien Liam Callahan
Nickname(s): Dae, Liam, Cal
Age: 18
Birthday: August 13
Current job: Bartender/Prize Fighter
Race: Fae-Blooded
Special abilities: Pyrokinetic and Temperature Resistance (Resistant to extreme temperatures due to heat)
Court: N/A
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue
Physical Looks: Damien looks like he came out of a pound instead of Belfast or Cork. He has light brown hair spread light across his head in a careless manner, covering the top of a pale head. His eyes are a very crisp blue that gets hidden between intense eyes that are always turned in a type of sour glance. He has a light stubble on his cheek and tries his best to attempt to look at least a little dirtier than most. Years in poverty showed him little kindness and his clothing further show this, wearing mainly dark clothing from slacks to old t-shirts. In this war, he had been able to gather clothes though. He now wears things that are more presentable and in hopes attract people to the bar as a final place of culture if needed. This though has been less than successful.
Character rep: Chase Crawford
Mentality
Attitude: Damien is what most people would call a hot-head. His blood is full of piss and vinegar and probably a whole lot of whiskey and beer, Guinness preferably. His powers do little to quell his rage and he will have spurts of anger in which he becomes insufferable to others around him. This rage has one him little friends and a lot more enemies than he would like. Really though, behind this anger is also a softer side. He can be kind and caring and when someone does break through his anger and general lack of thinking before he acts, they have gained a good ally. They have to be able though to handle his penchant for rage first though.
Goals:
+ Find his father
+ Survive
+ Drink every beer imaginable
+ Control His Abilities
+ Protect his Family
Likes:
+ Guinness Draft
+ Boxing
+ Rosewood
+ Irish hills
+ His Family
Dislikes:
+ Soda
+ His Father
+ Double-Decker Buses
+ Arses
+ Horses
Strengths:
+ Strong
+ Loyal
+ Determind
Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't think a thing through
+ Hot-headed
+ Vicious
Fears:
+ Dying and all the beer in the world vanishing
Family
Parents:
Sinead Mulligan (Mother)
Adair Callahan (Father)
Siblings:
Aoife Callahan (Sister)
Other family:
Aideen Mulligan (Aunt)
Economic status: Poor
History:
Damien was born in Belfast to a family of Irish Nationalists. At a time when the Provisional IRA still had power and fear in Northern Ireland, Damien’s family was a collaboration of local members in their little neighborhood of hovels. They believed heavily in the concept of a free Ulster and participated in some illegal activities when he was a youth. These times though did not last long. As the Provisional IRA declared non-violence when he was still young, his parents left and transplanted into the city of Cork. There, his parents and aunt tried to adapt to their new surroundings but could not necessarily do it. They attempted to abide by the law for a short time but found this fruitless. Instead, his parents returned to their activities and became more potent in the art of gun smuggling into Ireland.
In this atmosphere, Damien didn’t learn much other than the joys of being Irish. He was taught to drink young and taught about his special ‘talent’. This talent of course was their family’s proficiency at pyrokinetics. Not until far later would he understand the significance of this, but his family painted this as a gift from God and that he should be proud of his heritage. He was and any denial of this was dealt with violently as by his family’s teachings.
Time went by and eventually Damien’s family pulled him out of school at the first chance they could to teach him the family craft. They taught him to fight and to use the fire abilities, by first showing he could use them and then practicing. When his sister was born when he was ten, he was told to bring her as well into the fold when she came to age for their family, which was nine. He became very efficient at fighting, but had one fatal quirk. He had no control of his emotions. This resulted in his abilities to go haywire when he let them free, causing burns to himself and the others around him. This is still something Damien has yet to correct.
When he was sixteen, disaster struck. The Guardia came to his home one night and arrested his Mother and Aunt, his Father nowhere to be seen. When visiting them in prison, he learned of what happened. His Father had been caught smuggling guns and in a plea bargain took his Mother and Aunt down as the people dragging him through this mess. This depressed young Damien, but they told him to keep going and find him and avenge them. He was then put into protective custody for the year until he could be an adult.
He and his sister would jump from home to home, finding new and interesting ways to get kicked out. Usually it was arson-related, though no matches could ever be found. Eventually though, he turned eighteen and was able to get custody of his sister. From there, he moved from Cork to Dublin in hopes of finding a new life. He enrolled Aoife in school and took care of what he could through odd jobs. He got a job as a late night bartender and took part in underground fights across Dublin. Anything he could do to scrap a few Euros. Then, the darkness started.
He hadn’t noticed at first, but eventually all power was gone. When he learned that all of Ireland was suffering from this, he went to the prison near Cork where his Mother was. There, she told him about her worse fears. It seemed that the things that were appearing were something called Fae and their ancestry from his mother’s side some time before was the cause of their powers. In fact, she had married his Father because they were distant cousins of the same couple and could do similar powers. After a few moments of disgust, he began his research into the Fae and moved back to Dublin. This entire thing was strange on its own.
Then, the people began dying and he had to protect his sister. Life in Dublin was attempting to be normal those first weeks, but her school was attacked while in session. She was able to escape and hide with him. Worst, he would also learn that his Father was spotted near the attack and may have helped. This angered him greatly and with the fragmented knowledge he had, Damien got angry and stubborn. When the bar was in risk of closing, he made sure it stayed open, pooling his resources into it and systematically living in it. He watched the office parks burn and the war continue on. Death and destruction would reach the land of Ireland and as his Mother told him before her prison was attacked and she was forced to escape, the Morrigan had risen once again. His Mother would stand in Cork with her sister and took little Aoife with her to train as he still had minimal control of his powers. He would have to stay in Dublin alone and possibly have to kill his father if he saw him. He would take this. For now, he would keep the bar running and keep fighting, if anything, for information. This life was a blur and he was ready for anything to come.
Anything else? Nope!
Sample RP: Damien stood at his dusty bar, somewhere near the outskirts of Dublin. There hadn’t been a customer that day and he was fine. He had finally completely moved into the office down the hall. While a war raged on outside, he stayed put and in a place where he felt safe from the bloodshed. He had some candles lit and a shotgun if things had to come to that. His Mother was able to score a shipment through Cork and was he ever thankful. He didn’t know if the Guard still remained and cared little. He watched a massacre of the Dublin population and felt that likely Ireland had a similar fate. If anything, this was probably even a global catastrophe of the likes no one had ever seen.
He knew of the shades, the fae and everything else that hung around outside. He knew about the shadows and the darkness and the creatures his dad decided to be around. He didn’t want to deal with it at this time and the candles he had lit across the bar hopefully made sure he was safe from such creatures. It was still a little unnerving when one thought about it. He just didn’t want to deal with these much longer and hoped things would change soon. He knew that it was probably just a dream, but how he wanted it to be a reality. He didn’t want factions or anything, just normalcy and his family back. Except he knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. He could take care of himself, and for the sake of his family he better do it. He didn’t want them to deal with the loss of a son, especially in the horrid ways he had been hearing from the streets. It just did not seem like a pleasant way to go, for anyone.
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Behind the Scenes
Name: Ben
Age: 19
How long have you been rping? 10 Years
How did you find us? Kayla got me to come =)
