Post by Jamie Keenan on Jun 10, 2011 23:32:58 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Jamie Keenan
Nation ► Northern Ireland
Human Name ► Jamie Keenan
Age ► 25
Gender ► Male
Species ► Cu Sith
Description ►
Jamie stands at about 5’10 with shaggy black hair and relatively pale skin. His eyes are a fluorescent green and he has long scars down his back that look like they were induced by magic. When in human form, he can usually control when his ears and tail come out, but if he’s stupidly drunk or incredibly angry, they just appear.
He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ►
o The color green
o Fae
o His twin
o Irish Coffee
o Four leafed clover[/ul]
Dislikes ►
Strengths ►
+ Bar brawling - Being a violent drunk, Jamie has gotten very good at fighting with little to no balance what so ever.
+ Confident in his physical abilities - He'd have to be with so much fighting.[/ul]
Weaknesses ►
Dreams ►
o Settle down – Having lived through trouble, turmoil, and over all unhappiness, all Jamie truly wants is to settle down and have a family.
o Get along with his brothers – For all the grief and trouble he gives them, Jamie truly does love his brothers.
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Fears ►
x Being Forgotten – He’s almost always been the black sheep of the family, and everyone just plain forgetting seems like a very real threat…
x Being Trapped – This is Jamie’s biggest fears, being extremely claustrophobic. Anything smaller than an elevator, and he starts to completely freak out. [/ul]
Personality ►
In a few words, angry, drunk, bitter. And for all intensive purposes, Jamie Keenan is just that. Very angry at how he let himself be fooled, Jamie is constantly drinking and always has a bad attitude towards anyone who gets on his bad side within five seconds, which usually doesn't take more than a small implication of his deceiver, or anything about her. Jamie can be moody and usually doesn't stay in the same mindset for long. He's a violent drunk and will lash out at the smallest thing, but run to the bathroom to as soon as he sees blood. For how much of it he sheds, the Irishman has a surprisingly weak stomach for gore.
Get Jamie sober, and you find a completely different person. Very soft spoken and observes more than interacts, Jamie is a very inquisitive and thoughtful person who rarely raises his voice and always thinks before he speaks. He interested in explosives and has almost been recruited by the IRA a few times, but dislikes what they’re doing. He understands and supports their cause whole -heartedly, but he hates how they handle it.
Jamie is very gentlemanly towards women, drunk or sober, and will often bring out his Irish charm just for the fun of it. The Irishman also has a soft spot for children, but tends to avoid them when he is drunk. Jamie doesn't trust himself all that much. He is very aware of how violent he can get and would hate to have a child even witness that, let alone take out his anger on such a child. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened.
On the matter of trust, Jamie has slight trust issues. And by slight, I mean major. When he was a bit younger, 18 or 19, he was tricked by a woman he had fallen in love with, and almost lost his life for it. Because of this, Jamie has a very hard time fully trusting anyone and tries to keep all at a distance. When he feels someone is getting too close, the raven will usually push them to a comfortable distance, whether it damages the friendship or not.
In all, Jamie is a violent drunk, has a very pessimistic outlook on life, and almost always has a drink with him. But get the man sober, and you find a kind, compassionate, and very considerate man who is well aware of his sins.
History ►
Jamie grew up in a very… dysfunctional home, to say the least. His father was a bit of womanizer and had four other wives, including his own mother. Well, he guessed you couldn’t call his mother a “wife,” more a plaything that happened to get pregnant, considering his mother was a Cu Sith pet. She was a very beautiful person, midnight black hair and clear, loving blue eyes that never shed a single tear in anger or fear. Jamie inherited his father’s eyes, and always hated them. He always resented his father for keeping his mother imprisoned, and was thus always out of the house and away from his siblings as much as possible.
When Jamie was thirteen, he started drinking. Heavily. The reason for this was after he had gotten into a huge fight with his father, the man himself being incredibly drunk, and Jamie’s mother suffered. She was beaten within an inch of her life and thrown out to die, Jamie himself having run off hours ago. When the boy came home the next day, he found his mother cold and still. She was dead, or close to it. The boy was too young to be able to tell which.
He sat by his mother all night, waiting for her to wake up. She never did. In the morning, he changed into Cu Sith form, then a gangly dog the size of a wolf, and carefully dragged his mother’s body into the forest, burying her. He cried harder than he’d ever cried in his entire life, and then left. Jamie never looked back.
He spent most of his time drinking and fighting, avoiding the magic users at all costs. He’d had a run in with them a few times, but always managed to escape before they figured out he was a creature. Then he met Camilla.
She was truly a sight to behold, long, flowing black hair and bright, calming blue eyes. She looked like his mother, but in a good way. Jamie was instantly attracted to her, finding every excuse me could to get close and just talk with her. He even quit drinking for a time just so he could go and see her.
At first, she didn’t really seem interested, often holding a good conversation with him, but always finding an excuse to make her escape. Now, Jamie should have really seen this next part coming, but he was blinded by love. After a while, Camilla found out Jamie was a creature, and soon she too made every excuse to see him. They spent almost every waking moment together, seemingly attached at the hip.
One night, around midnight, Jamie was waiting for Camilla at a lake. The time was a bit odd, because they usually met during the day, but the Cu Sith simply dismissed it. He should have listened to his gut. Camilla came at about two in the morning, but she wasn’t alone. Jamie, now in his more vunerable human form, found himself surrounded by magic users. His heart broke into a thousand pieces as he suddenly found himself fighting the girl he once loved.
It took all night, but Jamie finally managed to kill the magic users and Camilla, but not without injury. He had three long deep gashes going down his back and broken bones everywhere as he limped into town. The local healer took him in, no questions asked, and nursed him back to health. That was just a few months ago.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
God has a plan for us all, that's what Jamie Keenan was always told as a small nation when Catholicism was first introduced to the island. Now, he wasn't so sure God even existed. If He did, why would He allow Jamie to be separated from his sibling like this by that blond haired bastard of a Protestant? The black haired teen knew his thoughts were blasphemy, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
As he sat in this foreign house, in this foreign country, he found it impossible to think about anything besides a desperate yearning for a cigarette, some whiskey, or both. Whichever he could get his bloodstained hands on first. Closing his eyes, the boy ignored a certain blond haired heathen when he offered the other some tea to calm his nerves in that annoyingly smug accent that failed at feigning politeness.
“Go tae hell, ye son o' a bitch.” His lime green eyes snapped open to meet the emerald orbs across from him with a fiery defiance that spanned across centuries of hostility. Arthur merely smiled that condescending smile, enraging Jamie to no end. He hated the arrogant man before him, the man that ripped him from his home and his heritage and thrust him into a nation he had no desire to be a part of.
It was hell.
As he sat in this foreign house, in this foreign country, he found it impossible to think about anything besides a desperate yearning for a cigarette, some whiskey, or both. Whichever he could get his bloodstained hands on first. Closing his eyes, the boy ignored a certain blond haired heathen when he offered the other some tea to calm his nerves in that annoyingly smug accent that failed at feigning politeness.
“Go tae hell, ye son o' a bitch.” His lime green eyes snapped open to meet the emerald orbs across from him with a fiery defiance that spanned across centuries of hostility. Arthur merely smiled that condescending smile, enraging Jamie to no end. He hated the arrogant man before him, the man that ripped him from his home and his heritage and thrust him into a nation he had no desire to be a part of.
It was hell.
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Alias ► Anything’s fine<3
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Favorite Pairings ► I’m not all that picky with Nire, but mostly ScotNire, Irishcest, or Kirklandcest. NirexWorld is otp though >u>
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