Post by holden on Nov 11, 2012 11:10:53 GMT -6
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holden cormac o'shea
holden cormac o'shea
 [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #2D2729; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]P H Y S I C A L Hair Color: red [/style]Eye Color: blue Height: 6' Weight: 184lbs Distinguishing Features: no piercings or tattoos to speak of. his bright red hair is quite distinguishing, however. he has a gun shot wound scar on his arm, and several very faded burns scars. Play By: bastien bonizec General Overview: "i like dressing up. fuzzy turtle necks are my favorite for the winter time, but in the summer, i like to wear tank tops. people think it's to show off the muscular definition in my arms, but in reality-- okay, yeah, that's true. i love going to parties, because it gives me an excuse to wear dress tops and ties, not that i need an excuse to be lookin' good everyday. i wear brown oxfords or black boots pretty much everyday, and they may be a little worn out, but the aged look in leather shoes looks pretty great. sometimes i shop in the girl's department for scarves; however, unfortunately, nothing else in the girl's clothing departments usually fits me, since i'm so tall. i live a hard life, huh?" | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,220,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6F68B4;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11px; height: 425px; width: 220px; overflow: auto; color: #ffffff;]G E N E R A L |
Full Name: holden cormac o'shea
Nicknames: denny
Age: twenty-three
Birthdate: june 13, 1919
Sexuality: homosexual
Job: steak 'n shake waiter
Group: murder/accident (died in action)
P E R S O N A L I T Y[/i]
Likes: fashion, dancing, music, swimming, kissing, cuddling, window shopping, video games, martial arts, guns (but not using them), beyonce, britney spears, infinity scarves, oxfords, leather, being out of the closet, horses
Dislikes: rain, mud, liars, lady gaga, dadt, hurting people, war, mountain dew, energy drinks, facism, politics, crocs, strong floral scents, loud noises, lilacs, mustard, garlic, onions, big open fields
Strengths: determined, optimistic, friendly, trustworthy, dedicated, open to new things/friends/idea/what-have-you, strong fighter, well-trained/disciplined, fantastic posture
Weaknesses: unsettled by loud noises, war memories, sometimes a little egotistical, tells people way too much
Fears: loud noises, lilacs, open fields, war, and cockroaches.
General Description: Denny is a troubled person. He'll act like he's not; he'll pretend he's a bubbly, happy, optimistic guy, but in reality, he's killed men. He doesn't know how many; he lost count. And this haunts him everyday. He'd always hoped he would die in service, so he wouldn't have to live with the deaths that he caused, but now that he finds himself in New Haven, he's set aside the worry that he might run into men he murdered, and is trying to live his second life. He puts on a great front - the most stereotypically gay man you'd ever met. He loves to dance, and be loud, put on a show, and be the center of attention. He likes to kiss everyone - male or female, but it's not a romantic thing. He just loves to show affection for his friends. People have told him he's a little too "in your face," and some people may find this annoying, but Denny wouldn't change for the world. He doesn't mind telling people how he died, but he never goes into intense detail about his experiences with the war, preferring to discuss his life after his death.
H I S T O R Y[/i]
Mother: nory o'shea | deceased
Father: ryan o'shea | deceased
Siblings: eve o'shea | deceased
Pets: a two year old golden retriever named betty.
Other: n/a
Overview: eve was denny's clumsy, two-years-younger sister. and for the first fourteen years of her life, his life practically revolved around her. he watched out for her like a guard dog, making sure she made it home without getting her dresses dirty. and they confided in each other. eve was in love with a boy two towns over, whose parents ours hated. and denny was in love with a boy. eve was one of the two people denny ever confided his homosexuality in during his life. when he was drafted into the war, eve screamed at the military personnel who came to gather him and the other boys for the base. she threw rocks at him, even tossed her shoes at their heads, but in the end, let denny go with a curt kiss on the cheek, and her brooch. she demanded he bring it back to her when the war was over, when he came home. and he promised he would.
he went through the usual training. learned to take apart and put guns back together, alongside the boy he'd fallen in love with, for the newly-implemented, and very short five-week training schedule - three weeks in garrison and two weeks at the rifle range. as a boot, he saw the sign, "LET'S BE DAMNED SURE THAT NO MAN'S GHOST WILL EVER SAY, "IF YOUR TRAINING PROGRAM HAD ONLY DONE IT'S JOB." and he clutched the brooch, promising himself he would make it back to his sister, with not just the brooch, but also with the boy he'd fallen in love with just two years before training.
every day he marched and ran for miles, forward marching, rip marching, flank marching, back and forth, up and down, across the field and back again, going nowhere, getting nothing, in the rain, in the mud, in the heat. forty inches back to breast, shoulders back, chin up, cover off. countless times, by the numbers, by the hour, without numbers, by the day, every day, no matter what -- the same routine, again, again, again.
until finally, they were ready. fleets shipped to europe by the hundreds, and he felt lucky to be in the same troop with -----. as time progressed, and the battles wore on, but the war didn't end, the boys grew closer. ----- considered them closer than brothers, thick as thieves. until the day which denny told him how he felt, how long he felt this way. and they came together at last, and denny was amazed, and his heart raced, and fluttered, and he could have sung his way onto the battlefield the next day, because he could hardly remember how many men he had killed beneath the beauty of their union. it would have paid for him to pay attention. shot. in the arm. he fell to the side, and ----- rushed to help him up, but the landmines sent them flying four feet into the air. ----- survived. denny didn't. and he woke up here, in new haven, his only regret not being able to tell ----- to bring eve's brooch back to her when he got home.
it was a while before he felt comfortable coming out, letting the world know he was gay, being comfortable with his own interests, coming to terms with his past. but now he's achieved that. he hopes that someday, maybe, he'll be lucky enough to see ----- once more.
A B O U T Y O U[/i]
Your Name/Alias: gale
Age: 18
Time Zone: eastern
Other Characters: jo maeve singer, aj leighton park
Code Words: ---
Random Fact: im only making one more character after this
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DATE OF DEATH: MARCH 1942
TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0 EDITED BY ALICE.
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