Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Jun 21, 2010 0:44:39 GMT
LANCELOTCONALLCALLAGHAN
hello? it's me, vince here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm twenty and i've been around this roleplay world for about 9-ish years. i stumbled about here thanks to a starfleet transporter accident with my friend(s) quinn bernard grey.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] October 21st.
full name Lancelot Conall Callaghan.
nicknames Lance; Wolf; Cally.
age Twenty-seven.
date of birth
year and house of preference Adult; Hogwarts' Flying instructor; ex-Gryffindor.
bloodline[/color] Muggleborn - Werewolf. (?)
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] Five, ten.
height
weight[/color] One-hundred, thirty-eight lbs.
hair colour[/color] Dark brown.
eye colour[/color] Brown.
skin tone[/color] Caucasian, lightly tanned.
play-by[/color] Colin Farrell.
Lance has quite a baby-face, looking youthful for his age, though his expression tells of someone older (often looking concerned or worried about something when in his own company). His eyebrows are thick and could probably benefit from a bit of tidying up, noticeable not for this but for their motility and expression that they lend to his eyes, which are also very expressive and make it hard for him to hide most emotion. His nose could be described as button, but it is a great source of aggravation when people describe it as cute. His mouth is fairly narrow and is surrounded by thicker goatee-like stubble, which extends along his quiet square jaw – though this, like his hair, is liable to change on a whim.
Lance’s dark brown hair is usually a mess – there’s really no two ways about it, it seems as if her just woke up, rolled out of bed and headed out without the slightest glance in the mirror. The reality remains however that this is the opposite of true, Lance’s “mess” is very carefully sculpted down to the last hair and is constantly tweaked throughout the day, being his main source of vanity. The styling is liable to change, the young man easily bored – from short and tousled, to longer and wavy, to a pony tail to completely shaven.
He is not the most physically imposing person in the world, standing at only 5’ 10” and weighing 135lbs, but his shoulders are fairly broad and his muscles toned across his body from his days playing Quidditch, with strong arms and legs featuring visible muscle.
Being Muggleborn, he is perfectly happy in Muggle clothing – mostly jeans, a vest and an open shirt, for an example combination. His wrists usually harbour leather bracelets (one or two presents from fans) and his fingers silver rings. He likes to keep up with trends but does steer clear of things that he thinks are stupid or “quirky for the sake of being so”. He likes little details, like buttons, stitching and zips in his clothes. He tends to only wear robes for flying, at other times when on duty he can usually just be found wearing a three-piece suit.
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IF I'M A BAD PERSON YOU DON'T LIKE ME
[/blockquote][/font]Lancelot is a very personable man, friendly with almost everyone he encounters and most usually to be found up for a chat or one last beer when you need him. And he’s very easy to get along with, perfectly easygoing most of the time – it’s difficult to get him very riled up, instead he’ll just dismiss whatever comment was made with one of his own or a chastising joke and a smile. That being said, he is no pushover – step across hat line too many times and he’s liable to snap back at you, giving as good as he gets; get on his bad side and feel his wrath. He is very loyal to his friends, becoming very close and protective of people in a relatively short time – he likes to think the best of people, it’s not too hard to gain his trust for the most part – he’ll stick up for you when you need sticking up for and won’t let you down in a tight spot. Unless there’s a girl involved – he’s such a natural flirt, only encouraged by his lilting Irish accent and natural charisma and ability to charm with a mere smile.
Conversely, he does suffer from several sins. He’s very vain – only tolerating being laughed at by his close friends, anyone else making him the butt of the joke is enough to earn his contempt and put him in a bad mood. In such moods he can become highly self-depreciation – though only privately so – becoming introverted he ends up focussing on his flaws and drinks his sorrows away. He’s also very indecisive, leaving the decision-making to everyone else (in every aspect but on the Quidditch pitch). From this stems his ability to be extremely lazy: if he can’t choose a routine then he’s quite happy to stay in bed all day and procrastinate his way through the hours.
SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Conall Arthur Callaghan (60).
father
mother[/color] Isabelle Dahlia Callaghan (nee O’Connor) (56).
siblings[/color] Dairmaid (33, twin of Eoghan); Eoghan (33, twin of Dairmaid); Morrigan (27, twin of Lancelot).
spouses[/color] None.
offspring[/color] None.
other relations[/color] Lillith (85, paternal grandmother); Margaret (77, maternal grandmother); Aonghus (76, maternal grandfather); Isolde (7, niece – daughter of Eoghan); Montgomery (3, nephew – son of Morrigan).
Lancelot was born in Dublin to a mother and father who met through university – his mother, Isabelle, an archaeology professor; his father, Conall, the curator of the university’s museum - with his twin sister, Morrigan, was born two hours later. Traditional names in vogue led to the seemingly odd choices in the appointment of their Christian names, their older brothers, Dairmaid and Eoghan (3 at the time), managing to escape such bestowals.
Lance was a happy youngster, always laughing and smiling. He grew up best friends with his sister, the pair sharing everything from toys to diseases, and in utter awe of his older brothers, his eyes never leaving them before he could walk and wanting to join in with their games as soon as he could. Disagreements did of course ensue, as they are want to do amongst siblings all vying for parental attention and to make sure that they got whatever it was that they wanted. When Lance was 3, Dairmaid’s magic first showed and, despite all friendliness between the brothers, was taken out upon his younger sibling – Lance finding himself unable to produce any noise until the next morning, his tongue and vocal cords unresponsive. Conall and Isabelle thought nothing of this, magic simply a fairytale to them, perhaps just a joke or tantrum on their youngest son’s part, Dairmaid conceding with this explanation – unable to see any other reason why. Dairmaid, out of Lance’s siblings, was the only other to show magical capability – though the occurrences caused by the pair usually put down to mere accident, coincidences or otherwise explained away.
At age 6, Lance began to show his own talents – gaining revenge upon Dairmaid by banishing him to the roof of their two-storey house and leaving him there for a couple of hours before deeming it necessary to inform his parents – feigning innocence when questioned (despite the protests of 9 year old Dair), confused though knowing that it had been his fault after his brother had thrown his frizbee up there.
When it was time for Dair to go to high school, the family were visited by a messenger of the school to explain everything about the world of magic and wizardry, and to offer Dairmaid a place at Hogwarts (Eoghan, although clearly jealous was quickly brought around with promises of presents and pictures and visits and as much involvement as could feasibly be allowed). Enquiries were also made after the other children and any abilities which might have been shown, Lance ratted out by Dair before he had the chance to offer himself forwards. Throughout the following years before attending school, Lance was visited several more times by the messenger for checkups and to see if the other children showed any magical gifts at all – though they were informed that it was most unlikely at such late age.
Starting school, Lance was sorted into Gryffindor – and enjoyed the coincidence that came from implications of his name and the fact that Gryffindors are painted as “the brave”. His first year passed fairly unremarkably: his grades for the most part averaged out, he gained several friends of varying levels of importance, none-too-notable trouble. He did however find a love of flying and quickly became very passionate about it – knowing that his brother, a fourth year at this point, had just been appointed to the House team of Gryffindor. In third year, he tried out for the Quidditch team himself and was taken on as a Chaser – the team finishing 2nd in the Cup that year.
At age 16, he was signed for the reserves of the Kenmare Kestrels – playing with them on weekends – with a further call up to the team upon his graduation, at 17, the next year (although his set of OWLs and NEWTs would have set him up nicely to continue onto further education, his heart lay with the sport and he knew he wouldn’t be as happy in any other job). For the next two years, he was a popular substitute to fill in for injured players, earning himself a full-time role on the main team at age 19. For the next 3 years, he played happily with the team, before being offered a position at Montrose Magpies – with whom he played for the following 3 years.
However, at age 26, he was subjected to brutal attack by a Werewolf, bitten and afflicted with the curse – apparently Muggleborns shouldn’t be allowed to be top flight athletes and should be treated like the scum that they were (according to the message sent with the Were). He had suspected that something was amiss in the team, a new manager having been installed and consequently Lance’s position being given to a newcomer. It was publicised on his behalf that he would be leaving the club due to “personal reasons”, though there were strong hints and leaking “information” that it was due to illicit activities and excessive alcohol consumption. Ironically, this is what his dismissal led to – Lance holing himself up and drinking himself through the day: not being seen for months and removing himself from everyone.
Eventually found by his siblings combined force, though in dire need of some medical attention (down to his skin and bones, covered in scratches and bites as well as a significant amount of blood) Dair convinced him to seek help from St Mungo’s. Attaining the potion (and learning to make it himself), many a long night was spent discussing tactics for what he could do next, his name disgraced in the Quidditch world and no other job to fall back on. His brother suggested Hogwarts, read up on history as he was, for the fact that past headmasters had been sympathetic maybe he would find something suitable there – or failing that a suggestion for where else he may try. To his great excitement, he found that a new Flying instructor was required and, working up the courage to tell truthfully his situation, applied.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color] YOU CANNOT CHANGE THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
((You might want to change your coding! I noticed the outline is different!))
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Second character - do I have to?
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
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Hope this is okay, I can remove the Werewolf part if necessary - just have him fired for the reasons that were outlined rather than just have them as a cover-up - since i know it runs fairly similar to a canon character in that sense... =/
