Post by Daniel Gallagher on Jul 21, 2008 21:24:20 GMT -5
dear Daniel Cian Gallagher,
count me in
hi, my name’s Daniel, i’m a dude, and i’m kickin’ it pacific time,
with 3 summers under my belt for roleplaying. watch out, i’m too cool for you,
so contact me at danny_lame_dude@yahoo.com and check out my other vicious characters -none-.[/align]
i. there’s a story.
nicknames!: Cian, DC, Danny
birthdate!: 93/15/1992
age!: 16
sexuality!: Bisexual
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ii. at the bottom of this bottle.
hair color!: Blonde, brown, black: It varies
height!: 198.12cm
weight!: 13 stones
tattoos or peircings!: A tattoo of various pictures on his shoulder, piercings on both ears
distinguishing features!: Eyes. Hair.
overall!: Danny stands at a height of 198.12cm and weights approximately 13 stones. He has light brown hair, sometimes darker, sometimes lighter to the point of blonde. His hair is straight naturally, unless he lets it dry by itself, in which case it can get wavy. He usually wears the same style: Short in the back, long in the front. He also has astonishing deep blue eyes which shine out. His eyes are his main way of communication. He can convey feelings in his eyes that he can't explain in words. Both of Danny’s ears are pierced, once each, and he usually wears a stud, not a ring.
Danny is not hugely built, but he’s not lanky either. He has a swimmer-style body: Not too bulgy muscles, but very fit. He has a tattoo extending down his left shoulder The type of clothes he wears don't overly show his shape, so not many notice it. His clothes collection contains many styles. However, he is almost always seen in black pants, though he is occasionally seen in blue ones, usually tight. He'll wear any type of t-shirt. Black, red, white, gray, long sleeved, short sleeved. It doesn't mean much to Danny, so long as stops him freezing.[physical appearance]
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iii. and i’m the pen.
• Girls
• Guys
• Skateboarding
• Arts in general
• Fashion
• The History Channel
• The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. He sometimes feels like Charlie.
• Reading
• Writing
dislikes!: • His father
• Cats
• Perez Hilton
• pens with no ink
• Liars
• Hard work
• Bullies
• People who make fun of his accent and hair.
• Music haters
• Homophobia
strengths!: Music. Writing. School. Sense of humor.
weaknesses!: Alcohol. Drug addiction.
goals!: To be successful.
fears!: Losing those he loves. Failure. Disappointment
best memory!: Moving away from home
worst memory!: Being locked in the basement
personality!: Danny is very opinionated, and he is very set on his thoughts and feelings, but he doesn’t like to express them He occasionally states his disapproval, but it is on rare moments, because he knows that when he does, he will never back down. He loves to stand out, however. He likes to be the center of attention, though sometimes he hates being in the spotlight. He is an oxymoron on feet. He has also never had trouble in the romance department. Although he can be a bit of a player, he is very romantic and very sweet to anyone that gets past this and sees the real him: A funny, hyperactive guy who loves to have fun and is very passionate about the things he likes to do. He likes to give gifts at random moments and to just throw a picnic in the rain. He has trouble keeping girls, though. He usually gets tired and moves on when he stops feeling attracted to them. Not only that, but he has a tendency, accidental, to lead girls on.
Matching his player side, Daniel has always been a huge party guy . He loves to be the life of the party, and always knows how to have a good time, sober or not. That has always Danny’s dark side, and biggest problem throughout his life: He has a substance abuse problem. He has done just about every so-called party drug he has come in contact with. From ecstacy to speed, though not often, to marijuana, and, of course, alcohol. He is a huge alcoholic, considering he is barely seventeen years of age, and, although he knows that he has a problem with substance abuse, he refuses to seek help, thinking that being careful with it is enough to keep him out of trouble, and the hospital.
Despite his partying, and overactive sex drive, Danny is a very smart guy. He can easily get by in school without doing any work, or studying. He loves to read, and learn, especially about ancient history: One of his favorite subjects. He is very good at math, though he hates it, and he is very gifted in a lot of subjects. His problem with school? He does not work hard and his intelligence goes to waste, especially when he wastes it on plans to get away with doing drugs, or drinking, without anyone noticing. He was always very good at getting away with things he’s not supposed to, and his love for reading and history still remains a secret to all his friends. He keeps a lot of secrets.
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iv. cause i got your picture.
mother!: Deborah Henry, 39, music producer
father!: Owen Gallagher, 42, lawyer
siblings!: n/a
other relatives!: n/a
overall history!: Daniel Cian Gallagher was born in Manchester on the 15th of March in the year 1992. He has always been the artist of the family, following his mother's path. Whether it was drawing silly pictures as a toddler, or playing with toy guitars, he was always active in the world of art. When he was four years old, his father started to get violent with him. His mother was never there when it happened, but she knew that something was wrong because little Danny, who used to adore his father, was now distant and would never look him right in the eyes. She left Owen, taking their son with her, for about two months, living at Danny's grandmother's house. The heartbreak was unbearable for all of unbearable, and she finally decided to go back to her husband and eventually started to trust him when he said that nothing was wrong with him and Daniel.
For about a year, Owen did not hurt nor act violent with Danny, but that soon changed when the young boy entered pre-school. Danny was not the blunt guy that loved being the center of attention that he grew up to be. He hated the idea of constantly being surrounded by another thirty kids, so he was often making scenes to not go to school. Owen always got very upset with him and punished him. One time, the one that replays in Danny’s mind, and still brings tears to his eyes. One day, when he flat out refused to go to school, his father punished him by locking him for an entire day, with no food, in the basement of the house, which at that time was empty, and unlit. With that followed a series of other sad events that made Danny the way he is now: Stronger than ever before.
Daniel's mother initiated him to music when he was in middle school. She opened a recording studio in their basement and he would always stay up late at night to be with her and to watch her work. He was fascinated by all of the instruments and the sound his mother was using. He started to play the guitar when he was 11 and has not stopped since. He was in a band with some of his friends, and his mother, their biggest fan, helped them by recording their songs. His father, though, totally disapproved of his life choice.
As for his social life, Daniel always had a very easy time making friends. He was very charismatic, and anyone who got to know him could see that he was the kind of kid that anyone could have fun with. His first best friends were his band mates. He met them when he was twelve. With them he discovered a totally new universe for him, drugs and girls. He loves girls, and he always does the bets he can to please them, ending up with a broken heart most of the time, because some always took advantage of his personality, and the way that he behaved around them. Drugs.. Well, he started with alcohol, and stayed with only alcohol for years to come, it was not till he was thirteen years old that he got into the harder stuff. Although he does not do them in excess, he loves to do drugs, and he loves the rush that comes with some of the ones that he consumes.
One day, when he had just turned thirteen, his parents got into a terrible fight after his mother caught his father hitting Danny, even at this point in his life. Seeing this, she packed their bags, and finally moved out of the house, this time taking Danny with her. Unfortunately, she could not get full custody, leaving Danny alone with his father every other week. Danny was crushed by the news of this, and the second that he got the opportunity to move out, and attend Glenbrook Preparatory, he took it, and left Manchester for America at the age of fourteen, his mother moving her company's base location to accompany him. [history]
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v. and i’m coming with you.
roleplay example!:
A black hoodie alone covered his torso, white shorts the lower half of his body. It was nighttime. He was literally alone in the beach. His eyes were focused on the sky, staring straight at the moon. He felt alone. And not just because there was no one else here at the moment. No. The different kind of alone. The one that doesn't normally go away easily.
Yeah, he had plenty of friends. He was usually surrounded by people. He even had to actually try to get away from them sometimes. But he always felt a void. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he missed home. But this was his home now, wasn't it? He hadn't been to Australia at all since he moved here. He hadn't thought about going back at all, even.
Australia was a great, bad memory. But it was filled with a lot of great small ones. He turned so he was facing the sand and sighed. He didn't have any idea what was wrong. Maybe he needed someone in his life. But he was scared of love. No one wants a guy who will never love them, right?
Right now, though, there was something bigger building up. When his dad called him a few days ago while he was out, he told him that his mother and the step-loser had bought him a plane ticket to go there over the summer. He was scared to go there. Scared of running into old people. Scared of realizing that maybe he missed it there. Scared of wanting to stay there.
Too much on his mind. So much he actually forgot to put a shirt on. Just the hoodie. What a spaz. But he couldn't help it, everything that he was and had happened was coming back to him now.. The day that his parents finally got tired of it. The day he got his heart broken. The day that he moved here. He needed someone to talk to, but he wasn't sure who. He had good friends. But he wasn't sure if anyone would be good at telling him what to do. And he didn't want advice.. Well, he did.. But mostly, he just wanted an answer. Someone to tell him that he should do a certain thing and tell him what will happen. But no such thing as miracles, right?
Standing up, he brushed the sand off his clothes, and out of his sandals. He thought about going to get coffee. He was going to have another very long night. Making his way off the beach, he started to walk to Coffee Cafe
Yeah, he had plenty of friends. He was usually surrounded by people. He even had to actually try to get away from them sometimes. But he always felt a void. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe he missed home. But this was his home now, wasn't it? He hadn't been to Australia at all since he moved here. He hadn't thought about going back at all, even.
Australia was a great, bad memory. But it was filled with a lot of great small ones. He turned so he was facing the sand and sighed. He didn't have any idea what was wrong. Maybe he needed someone in his life. But he was scared of love. No one wants a guy who will never love them, right?
Right now, though, there was something bigger building up. When his dad called him a few days ago while he was out, he told him that his mother and the step-loser had bought him a plane ticket to go there over the summer. He was scared to go there. Scared of running into old people. Scared of realizing that maybe he missed it there. Scared of wanting to stay there.
Too much on his mind. So much he actually forgot to put a shirt on. Just the hoodie. What a spaz. But he couldn't help it, everything that he was and had happened was coming back to him now.. The day that his parents finally got tired of it. The day he got his heart broken. The day that he moved here. He needed someone to talk to, but he wasn't sure who. He had good friends. But he wasn't sure if anyone would be good at telling him what to do. And he didn't want advice.. Well, he did.. But mostly, he just wanted an answer. Someone to tell him that he should do a certain thing and tell him what will happen. But no such thing as miracles, right?
Standing up, he brushed the sand off his clothes, and out of his sandals. He thought about going to get coffee. He was going to have another very long night. Making his way off the beach, he started to walk to Coffee Cafe
rules word!: Academy
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