Post by lily on Dec 23, 2007 19:48:10 GMT -5
Niamh O'Connel
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Tonight
I'm The Drug
You Can't
Deny
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Tonight
I'm The Drug
You Can't
Deny
{ A Witch is born
Name:
Niamh Teegan O'Connel (Niamh pronounced Neev)
Nickname:
Niamh, Teegy, T, Pixie/pix
Age:
17
Gender:
gal
Sexuality:
she finds guys and gals attractive
Good or Evil:
good, more or less
Canon or original:
original
Face Claim:
Jac Vanek
{ Who you are
Hair:
blond
Eyes:
blue
Skin:
pale
Height:
5'7"
Weight:
112
Scars:
her arms have several scars, as well as her back, side effects from a car crash that nearly ended her life.
Birthmarks:
an odd half moon shaped birth mark on her shoulder, it's been there since she was born
Piercings:
ears
Tattoos:
a pair of tattered bloodied angel wing on her shoulder blades/back
Other:
none
{ Who you have become
Likes:
tea
chocolate
water
fruit
pasta
vegetables
piercings
tattoos
bracelets
necklaces
make up: aka eye liner and such
painting
drawing
playing guitar
singing
having fun
writing
reading
heights
fire
rain
shiny things
bright colors
some vintage
thrift stores
hats
bows
ribbon
music
animals
gir/hello kitty/happy bunny/skelanimals
other such things
Dislikes:
coffee
soda
juice
sour things
gummy bears & the like
jello
meat
bread
soy milk
floral patterns
the numbers 1, 9, & all numbers ending in 0
bugs
snow
heat
sun
snobs
ignorance
arrogance
rudeness
life
government
cement/brick
dust
tofu
cutting
emotions
medication
Goals:
Fit in
It's been a struggle for her to fit in this new place, even after so long she still is struggling to get to know the other children, makes her reminisce about her younger days. Still this a goal, she figures if she's stuck her she might as well try to fit in, even though she knows she never will. Let's just say most people find her a bit too odd or troublesome. Her reputation proceeds her.
Survive
To Niamh since she is alive and her brother isn't that she should live enough for the bother of them, that she should try to live for the both of them. Despite her thoughts of how it should have been her not him she keeps on going because she believes that he's with her. After all they were twins, something had to link them together, at least in her logic, and that link could not have broken with death, so now she goes through life living for those who aren't here to live.
Get Closer To Her Grandmother
It's been more then difficult trying to get along with the menacing hag that is her grand mother, she's not a big fan of the old gal. She doesn't hate her, but she doesn't like her either. So now that the odds are against her on this one she feel completely compelled to try to get to know the old wench. Boy this should be fun.
Fears:
Needles
she despises needles! they are her worst enemy, so needless to say shots don't work for her.
Medication
Niamh hates medication,she's afraid of the person she becomes, or rather might become, this is mainly attributed to the fact that she is on medication and due to it after it's taken she shuts herself off from the world so they wont see the break down that often occurs.
Fear
It's a weakness and to her weakness is unacceptable, in her opinion weakness leads to death and death leads to the loss of life, something she works to protect. Yes I know she's rather odd, but I think we already knew this.
Personality:
There was once a time when the name Niamh O'Connel was associated with a shy, quiet little girl, hell bent on figuring everything out. A little girl who sat in a corner and played by herself instead of the other children. A little girl who was completely different from a little boy that shared her features, to which she never related to. Well I suppose as you age things change, that is definitely the case for little miss Niamh. Now a days she is far from that shy little girl of her younger days, she is fun, friendly, and over all amazing. A happy, kind demeanor get her through the day while she waits for the right time to cause mayhem, a favorite past time. It's not that she's bad/evil, it's just she enjoys playing tricks and pranks, it's fun to cause a ruckus. It's also equally as fun to shake things up which is why she is frequent in the practice, of shaking things up that is.
Niamh is a perplexing teen, always surprising people, always proving them wrong. If you say she wont dare do something she will just to spite you. When the odds are stacked against her she'll prove them wrong and never stop trying. She's a strong willed girl never one to give up or give in doing anything that is necessary to achieve even the most impossible feat. Stubborn as can be is also another unflattering aspect to her, something she doesn't bother to change considering it is utterly involuntary. In fact it's hereditary, so you could blame her grandmother for that issue. Although to even the odds it should be said that she is loyal, standing by a friend or loved one till death be it the case, never letting them down, always there for them when they need her no matter the cost.
There is still another layer to the wild child soul of the oddity that is Niamh, a layer no one is exposed to, a core reserved for her and her alone. Deep down inside she is hurting, she is yearning to reach out to someone, anyone, to get rid of the pain that pierces her core through and through. Memories of the past hurt too much, and think of the future is far too frightening so she is left in the middle, stuck there. She is depressed, confused, hurting, screaming, furious, envious, everything all wrapped into one messed up package disguised as a carefree person, a fun person, someone everyone likes, but no one truly knows. An odd character even in her own perspective.
{ How you came to be
Parents:
father||Chester O'Connel||deceased
mother||Mary O'Connel||deceased
Siblings:
sister||Melody O'Connel||younger (4)
brother||Gregory O'Connel||younger (10)
adopted brother||Jamison O'Connel||older (22)
brother||Trevor O'Connel||twin||deceased
Other:
grandmother||Ellis Flann||legal guardian
Pets:
a Siamese cat/familiar by the name of Kit
History:
Niamh was born in Ireland on February 2nd, the sister to a twin and the oldest biological children to her parents. As a child she was rather sickly and over all odd, proffering to stay away from other children and keep to herself as opposed to playing with the other children like any normal child, including her twin did. I suppose you could say she was in her own little world, she felt safe in the little shell she had created for herself. From an early age she was an independent thinker, doing things most little ones her age couldn't think of, showing a keen eye for problem solving as well as intelligence. It could be said that she was a girlie girl borderline tom boy as a wee one, loving the frilly pink dresses as well as the mud, a lethal combination for any mother's laundry load.
Unlike most twins her and her brother were never really close, each kind of living in completely different spheres, both drastically different, even though they were identical. As children they never played together, never worried about each other, never truly even cared for one another. One was a mama's boy the other an independent loner at the age of 3. Although as time went on and years passed things changed, they changed drastically. It was odd to those who knew her, it was as if she were a butterfly, it seemed as if one day she was in her own cocoon and the next bam! she was an insect of flight. She became drastically different, she was lively, playful, sly, bold, a leader, and a real trouble maker, she became what she is today, while her brother took over the loner, independent facade.
At the age of 15 on the way to a Christmas party at the house of a family friend a truck came out of no where and jumped into the wrong lane leaving Mr.O'Connel no time to stop. The next thing she can recall is waking up surrounded by white walls arm and legs encased in plaster, her body wrapped in gauze. It was nearly two months after the accident before she even knew what happened, one minute she's screaming as the truck is about to collide and the next bright light, white walls, and that gag me antiseptic smell. It took several weeks before she was able to go home, although home wasn't home anymore. Her parents had died upon impact and although they did everything they could by the time they reached the hospital her twin's heart beat had stilled, taking with it the other half of her whole.
Her little brother hand been saved by her, they think that she saved him by shielding him with her body although they're not sure how. He had managed to get away with a broken arm and a few minor gashes. The trip home was a silent affair, sliced by the announcement that she, Greg, & Melody would be moving to the US to live with their grand mother. Meanwhile Jamison; her adopted older brother, would be staying there in Ireland, in their home. It was a little less then a year before the trio flew to the US, to San Fransisco to live with their grandmother. Now she's here just biding her time until she can get back to her home.
{ Behind the Magic
Name:
mimzz
Age:
858723 minus 858707
Gender:
gal
Experience:
about 3 years
Ways to contact you:
via messages on here please
How you found us:
an ad
the admin loves:
sure do
Character Title:
the wild child
Rp Sample:
((an old post from a different rp, I have others if you'd like a different one, or I could make one for this charr, which ever works))
The same old routine, oh how this made her day, sarcastically speaking of course. It wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do, not in the least bit in fact, to her it was a pest. Food. Truly who needs it? I mean get a few vitamins for the day drink a glass of water and a glass of oj, finish off with soy milk and call it a day. Besides who needs food when you've got lovely intoxicating beverages to fight off any ounce of the empty feeling in your stomach. Shame she had to do this, waste money, time, energy, and a beautiful day, but I suppose if it keeps the consolers, the parent, and social services off her back for a while it's worth those small sacrifices.
Music blaring, destroying any chance she had of hearing something completely, people made funny faces the reason for this was beyond her. I mean really is it a crime to dance/sing your way around a grocery store while throwing random items into a cart? Maybe it was the short skirt, knee high converse, and overly large hoody (which covered a tight t-shirt as well as most of her skirt, looking more like a dress then anything). Or it could be the heavy eye liner, bright green eye shadow, & mess bun pig tail things. What ever it was it resulted in rather funny faces, so brilliant in fact she couldn't help but laugh hysterically, after all why should/would she care.
The cart was filled with mainly candy and vegetables, and of course the former mentioned necessities. Truly food in general was repulse to her but whatever, it was all for show. Plus if she actually ever did eat any of it it's not like she wouldn't throw it up afterward. Have to make room for the alcohol & various drugs of course. Hell it was better then the damn memories flooding her mind, it was better then the image of her father's scattered brains forever etched in her mind. It was better then picturing her siblings faces as the bright lights of the truck that entered them from the land of the living to that of the dead.
Mind raced with her pessimistic thoughts and memories, so she started to sing loud to not caring what ever faces people gave her, besides she was quite good at singing. Feet rested on the carriage touching down to push every now and again as she used it as transportation around the store. Dark emerald eyes scanning the shelves for the drastically healthy and drastically unhealthy foods, she loved the look on the employees faces when they saw the food, trying to figure out how the hell she stayed so thin. It was priceless, good thing money was never an issue, work plus mom equals never ending cash.
Plans formed in her head trying to figure out how to pass the night and possibly the day away today, something she did every day, although more often then not she ditched the plans and wound up doing something far different. Where's the fun in living if you don't live according to each moment? This thought reminded her of that song from rent which she automatically began to hum to herself forgetting completely about the song that was currently killing her ear drums. . .
Music blaring, destroying any chance she had of hearing something completely, people made funny faces the reason for this was beyond her. I mean really is it a crime to dance/sing your way around a grocery store while throwing random items into a cart? Maybe it was the short skirt, knee high converse, and overly large hoody (which covered a tight t-shirt as well as most of her skirt, looking more like a dress then anything). Or it could be the heavy eye liner, bright green eye shadow, & mess bun pig tail things. What ever it was it resulted in rather funny faces, so brilliant in fact she couldn't help but laugh hysterically, after all why should/would she care.
The cart was filled with mainly candy and vegetables, and of course the former mentioned necessities. Truly food in general was repulse to her but whatever, it was all for show. Plus if she actually ever did eat any of it it's not like she wouldn't throw it up afterward. Have to make room for the alcohol & various drugs of course. Hell it was better then the damn memories flooding her mind, it was better then the image of her father's scattered brains forever etched in her mind. It was better then picturing her siblings faces as the bright lights of the truck that entered them from the land of the living to that of the dead.
Mind raced with her pessimistic thoughts and memories, so she started to sing loud to not caring what ever faces people gave her, besides she was quite good at singing. Feet rested on the carriage touching down to push every now and again as she used it as transportation around the store. Dark emerald eyes scanning the shelves for the drastically healthy and drastically unhealthy foods, she loved the look on the employees faces when they saw the food, trying to figure out how the hell she stayed so thin. It was priceless, good thing money was never an issue, work plus mom equals never ending cash.
Plans formed in her head trying to figure out how to pass the night and possibly the day away today, something she did every day, although more often then not she ditched the plans and wound up doing something far different. Where's the fun in living if you don't live according to each moment? This thought reminded her of that song from rent which she automatically began to hum to herself forgetting completely about the song that was currently killing her ear drums. . .
