Post by felix joshua o'callaghan on Apr 11, 2013 13:12:49 GMT
felix joshua o'callaghan
Hey, my name is... Felix Joshua O'Callaghan
But most call me... Felix, Fee, O'Callaghan - whatever, really.
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... seventeen years
Which means I was born... 16th May, 1996
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
I have power over...earth
My eyes are... amber
And my hair is... weird. Maybe a kind of Auburn? think that sounds right.
One could say... I'm a little bit on the short side, really, if you count 5' 7" as being short. Maybe it is for a boy of my age, I'm not really sure. I don't really question it, though. Even if I am short, I don't really mind it. It's not like I can pick how tall I am, anyway. However, it means that I kind of walk clumsy, tripping over myself a lot. I don't know how that works, seeing as I'm not proportionally challenged. But somehow, it does.
When I'm in my faerie form, I've been told that my wings look a bit like green frosted glass. They're not quite transparent, but not opaque either, meaning that they might look a bit strange when the light catches them. But that doesn't matter; at least they work.
I'm normally seen wearing... anything, really. More often than not, skinny jeans and a band tee, but I don't really care about what I wear so much. It's not really that important to me at all.
And I supposedly look like... Drew Woolnough.
All round, I'm... the type that can be social if I need to, but would much rather avoid social interaction. I don't like to talk, for fear that I'll sound stupid or that I'll be wrong in what I say. I'm just a little bit shy, and I would much rather curl up with a book or do homework than go out with my very few friends. It's not that I don't like people, it's just that, on occasion, they can intimidate me. Maybe. A little bit.
I can be quite effeminate at times, with interests such as cooking and fashion. However, this is rarely seen, because this is one of the things that my few friends tease me about. It tends to come out when I'm anxious about something, whether it be social, physical, emotional - anything; there's a possibility that I'll be in the kitchen or slouched over a sketchpad.
Normally, though, I'll be found with my guitar and my notebook, where I write music. I can sing, play the guitar, bass, drums, piano, cello and harmonica, and I want to learn to play more. I normally spend more time around music and music related things than around people, because this is where I am most comfortable. This is one thing that I'm not a bit withdrawn about; if someone asks to hear something I've done, I'll show them with little or no questions asked.
When someone has gotten past the outer layer of shyness, I'm just like most other boys my age. Intelligent, funny and also rather sweet when I want to be. Once I know how to make a person happy, I'll generally go out of my way to make sure that they're as happy as they possibly can be. I like seeing people in their happy places, and so I'll always try to put people in them if they appear to be anything less than happy.
I don't get angry. I'm normally a very calm, logical young man. However, if I do have a negative emotion, it will manifest itself in what I do. For example, if it is one of the extremely rare times that I am angry, I'll go to do music things or go and practise my powers. If I'm sad, I'll go hide in my dorm and either read/do homework until the feeling passes or cry it all out. No, I'm not afraid to cry. Problem?
Overall, I guess I'm just a shy boy with a kind heart. I'm smart, realistic, musical and sweet, on occasion. I put others first, and don't care about how I feel until everyone else is feeling okay. I like to cook, and design clothes, and have a slightly feminine air to me, but this doesn't come out unless I'm stressed or alone. I'm just like any other kid my age, really. Nothing really special about me at all.
I'm in love with... music, cooking, fashion, schoolwork, reading, books and my Irish heritage.
Though I detest... conversation, papercuts, the dark, seeing others unhappy, the idea of being eaten (irrational, yes, but it could happen), my powers and the sight of blood (I faint. Seriously.)
But my best assets are... That I'm quite good at music, I think. I've also been told that I'm extremely intelligent, although maybe not as smart as some other people.
However my worst... People say that I'm overly generous (I'd give my entire fortune to someone on the side of a road if I could), and also that I don't like seeing others unhappy, meaning that I could be taken advantage of.
And I dream of... In all honesty? Just making as many people happy as I possibly can. Really.
My life story... I began his life in a small city by the name of Dún Laoghaire in Ireland. I was born to loving, patient parents who were, in my mind, the best people alive. I loved them more than anything in the world that I could possibly have had.
When I turned 4, however, Dad and I received bad news. They raced to the hospital to find Mum, pale and unconscious, lying in a bed. The monitor beeped steadily, slowly, along with Mum's poor little heart. I still remember that noise to this day. The van that had hit her came out of nowhere, running a red light, travelling too fast in the hands of a drunk driver.
I didn't want to leave Mum, despite being a mere child at the time. I knew her, and knew that I loved her more than anything. So there I stayed, day and night, whispering in my mother's ear, brushing her hair for her. I told her that she would be fine, and that when she made it out of the hospital, maybe we could do things together like the mother and son we were.
However, my well wishes weren't enough. The steady beep of the monitor became faster, more irregular over time, until one day, it evened out into one, long, flat noise. I didn't understand what had happened at the time, I was only 4 years old, but the mask of sympathy on the doctor's face told me all he needed to know. My Mum, my Mum was gone. And was never coming back. It has been since this moment of realization that I have been petrified of death.
Dad told me how Mum was happy now, and was with the angels in heaven. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe this at first, but the more Dad told me that, the nicer it sounded, and the easier Ma's death became to deal with. I still had wistful thoughts of her, and sad moments after remembering the good relationship we once shared, but I was glad that we parted on good terms. Still, my fear of being death never decreased in intensity.
I started school not long after Mum died, and just kept away from all the other kids. I wasn't like them, and I knew it. They complained about what their parents didn't let them do and what time they had to go to bed and what their mums had put in their lunches. I wanted to tell them that, hey, at least they still had both of their parents. One of mine was on her way to heaven, the other was lost in a deep state of depression, trying to hide the fact that he found solace at the bottom of a bottle. I wanted to tell them that they had it easy. But... I couldn't. I felt inferior because these children had something that I didn't. And what else did they have? The nerve to complain about it.
I went through school like this, keeping my head down, doing the work that was required of me. I was a "gifted" student, evident from my "excellent" grades in all my subjects. Especially English, Mathematics and Music. I proved to be an "attentive" and "bright" student, finally giving Dad something to be proud of and happy about. I worked hard at school, and saw that, the better I did, the happier Dad was. I liked the state of happiness that he was in. So, I put school first, making sure I did exceptionally well so that Dad would be happy.
By the age of 11, I already had most of my future planned. I would go to university, and I would study Law. I wanted to be a very successful lawyer, in order to make Dad smile. He'd finally dropped the alcohol now, and so, maybe me getting a job like that when I finished school would make him even happier than he already was. I liked the idea of that happening, so I kept working on it. I didn't know if it was working or not, but it seemed to be.
All of that, though, all of that planning and hard work went down the pan in one afternoon, when I was sixteen years old. I don't remember what happened exactly, but I remember getting very, very angry with someone. I think it was because they were making fun of one of the younger kids at my school, who reminded me very much of me. I remember feeling the ground shake, but I've kind of detached myself from the situation. I was told, along with my classmates, that a freak earthquake had ruined my school.
My dad, though, he knew better. Much better.
All he needed to say was that my Mum had been a fire faerie. And then, I knew. I didn't believe, but deep down, I knew that what he was saying had at least some element of truth to it. I'd always felt some weird connection to the outdoors, and I'd always loved plants, like Mum had. She'd been a florist, see, so... anyway. Back to the story.
I didn't know what to make of my new-found powers. Part of me was shocked, terrified even. But the other part loved it. So, as you can imagine, I was very conflicted about it. I didn't know what to do, or what to think about them. And y'know what? I still don't.
Dad thought it better to send me off to Northvale to learn how to control my powers, and maybe develop some new ones, seeing as he couldn't teach me. And, so, here I am. I still want the future I planned for myself, and I know that I can still do it. I just have to get through a little more training, and then I'll be home free. This is just an annoying roadblock. It'll be over soon, hopefully.
I was born to... Abel O'Callaghan and Scarlett Hephaestus. Mum's dead though, God rest her soul.
My ooc name is... Chloeeeee~[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 9 months
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...LOLNOPE.so check Bree's app
