Post by CARLIE O'CALLAGHAN on Jun 12, 2012 12:37:15 GMT -5
...carlie michelle o'callaghan*
*what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet*
[/size]*what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet*
...basics*
name Carlie Michelle O'Callaghan. No, Carlie is not short for nothin'.
nickname You can't make many nicknames out of Carlie, but I have been called Carls and Lee-lee before. Oh, and people call me Sutton, but that's just a case of mistaken identity.
age 22
gender I'm a lady.
grade Barrie University junior.
hometown If you couldn't tell already, I'm from Dublin, Ireland.
sexuality Men, of course! What else?
personification Juliet Capulet
status Dormant
face claim I've been told that I look quite a lot like Phoebe Tonkin.
...appearance*
hair color Me hair's a nice pretty brown, a lot like chocolate. It's always long with a nice little wave to it. I'd never cut it short!
eye color Quite a nice hazel.
build Lithe and toned from years of ballet. Me...assests, you ask? -blushes- They're average, I guess, though I have no idea why you'd ask a lady such a question!
height 5' 6", just like me sister.
clothing style First of all, I love to be trendy and follow the latest fashions. I have a really feminine, chic style. Skirts, dresses, blouses, skinny jeans with boots, that kind of thing. I love peplum skirts! Oh and I have an obsession with shoes...hehe. It's pretty bad. I have too many to count.
distinctive traits I don't think my ego's big enough to give you a clear answer to what makes me "distinctive", but I do think I have beautiful eyes.
...personal*
personality
You want me to tell you all about me? Who I am? Alright, I can try...
Hasty
I really don't tend to think things through. Like, ever. -laughs- It bites me in the butt a lot, but like they say, hindsight is 20/20. I guess I'm always living in the moment, so I don't ever stop to think "hmm, what could the consequences be?". It's always "now, now, now" instead of "what if" for me. That's how it's always been. If you present me with an either/or question, I'll usually pick the first one because I can never make a good decision. No, I'm not really indecisive, per say. I don't change me mind every five minutes. That'd be annoying! People can always expect me to rush into things, though, without thinking. That's why I'm such a hopeless romantic, I fall hard and fast right away. And yes, I'm a big believer in love at first sight.
Caring
Friends and family have, like, always come before me. I always go out of me way to help people and I'm a sucker for ASPCA commercials. I'm not aggressive (well, not really aggressive anymore...but we'll get to that later), but I will definitely stand up to someone if they're being a bully. I mean, really? Do you have that sucky of self-esteem that you have to take others down with you? Stupid, is what it is. Anyways, I've always been one to do something for other people without thinking. Oh, there I go again. It's my hastiness poking it's head into this little blurb.
Thoughtful
You probably wouldn't believe it if I told you, but I'm pretty thoughtful and I do have some smarts goin' on up in me head. No, I don't think things through before making a decision, but that doesn't mean I can't think about other things. I'm quite good at giving out advice because I seem to be able to think things through for everyone but me! And I really like facts and trivia. Jeopardy marathon, anyone? Most insomnia-ridden nights, I'll be up on the computer (no, not watching like...-whispers- porn), looking up the most random things. I like knowing things, and it's always good to know things when you're as impulsive as I am.
Modest
Oh, geez, I'm incredibly modest. I'm already uncomfortable talking about myself nonstop like this! A lot of people think I'm a prude, too, because you know...IT freaks me out! I'm just not ready to be like that, I guess? I don't know. I've been told it's just immaturity towards that kind of thing. Whatever. If you couldn't tell, I blush incredibly easily and can get so embarrassed by the littlest things. Super annoying, right?
past
Oh, me past. It was definitely interesting, I'll give you that.
I was born into the prestigious Dublin O'Callaghans. Our family's got a lot o' money, for sure, and we had such a large house! We were never bored as children. While I'm older than me twin, Sutton (by two minutes! That's important!), I'm not the oldest. We have a brother, and then three little sisters. Crazy big family, right? Man, you should've seen us playing hide-n-seek and such! In such a big house, there were always hiding spots and it could take forever to find someone. Sutton and I always won, even if we weren't hiding together. I swear, we had twin telepathy. And then, good God, the troubles we got into as we got older! Man, being identical could be so much fun! It was always a real treat to be able to trick your own mother! I was always rambunctious then, you know? Running around, rough housing.
But then when I was fourteen...me father died. That was...hard, to say the least. I remember it so clearly, too. There had been heart problems, a heart attack. But the doctors had said he was coming home. They said he was going to be okay. Sutton and me mum were gathering his things together, I remember, and I was with the younger ones consoling them. Daddy was supposed to be coming home, so everyone could be happy again, right? Wrong. He passed. Just went. Like that. Everyone changed. That was when me and Sutton really became more different than alike. She turned to adrenaline, and I turned to having control. All those pretty, perfect girls you see on the telly? They look like nothing every bothers them, that everything is perfect. That's what I wanted. I wanted to look perfect, I wanted nothing to be wrong.
So I got into that group. Clothes and hair became the important things to me. I wanted Sutton and I to be the same again, tried to get her to be like me so that everything would be "fine, just fine", but she wasn't into that. We drifted apart, yet the family was coming back together. It was...a melancholy time.
They say when things get bad, awful, bottom of the barrel, they can only get better. Well whoever said that was a bloody idiot. Our mum got diagnosed with terminal lung cancer when I was sixteen. Sutton was so good to her, taking care of her all the time when I was hardly there. -cries- I was such a horrible daughter. I only thought about myself. I wanted attention. I wasn't even there when she passed. I wasn't there for anyone. I was at a party. A fucking party. -covers mouth- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to curse.
And after that, Sutton left. I don't know where she went, but I couldn't handle it anymore, really. It was a dark time.
present
I started college, and began to crave more attention. I don't know why, and I don't want to think about it again. But I found a boy who was willing to give me plenty of attention -scoffs-. In exchange for one thing, of course. I thought it was because he loved me, really. Harrison was really good to me in the beginning. I gave that man everything. Everything. And when I decided that I didn't want to give that to him anymore until I was married, he hit me. It was a quick slap across the face, I didn't even register it until a few moments later. He immediately held me close and told me how sorry he was and that it would never happen again. -laugh- How stupid was I to actually believe him? But I guess with me parents being dead and me twin gone, he was the only one I thought I could turn to.
...Harrison hit me several more times before I realized what was really going on. I had to get out of there, I was making bad decisions. So I stayed true to me hasty nature and decided to hop on a plane to New York city. That was almost a year ago. I transferred me college credits and spent the summer exploring New York. Now I'm at Barrie University as a junior, and I'm ready to start over, you know? Find true love. All that beautiful romantic stuff.
family
Mother—deceased
Father—deceased
Older Brother
Sutton—twin sister
Little Sister 1
Little Sister 2
Little Sister 3
likes
- Romance. Movies, books, actual romantic acts.
- Winning arguments, though I'm not very "aggressive" anymore
- Italian food
- Ireland, of course!
- Football. The real football.
- Dressing up
- Pearls
- Reality television
- Making wishes
dislikes
- Insects, rodents. Yuck.
- Rap music
- Overly pushy people
- Extremely cynical people
- Memories of my parents
- Asian food
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Romeo and Juliet
backstory Ah, the overly cliched story of Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet. Okay, first of all Shakespeare, Juliet Capulet? What were you thinking with a name like that? Geez. Basically, Juliet is the female lead of this tragedy and meets Romeo and falls in love with him like right away even though they only speak a few words at a party. LOL but the first scene is the best, though. Really, you've got some prime Shakespearean "that's what she said" jokes. Anyways. She finds out he's a Montague and it's all "aww damn shit's gettin' real". But Juliet is willing to accept that and get over it because she loves him! And this girl loooooves him. Like she's already talking about what a nice dick he has and how he can fuck her then and there. ("What is Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to man." ... "Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself."). Then he sneaks in and they arrange a marriage for the next day. All this shit happens afterwords; Romeo murders Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, but she forgives him because "I love you hubby!". Romeo gets banished and Juliet is all "fuck my life" and ends up taking a potion from the Friar (who is totally stupid and caused this whole mess) that makes her look dead for a certain amount of time. She gets put in the family tomb and a messenger was sent to Romeo to tell him what the deal was, but he just heard that she was dead as a doornail, so he gets a potion that'll kill him and he goes to see Juliet and takes the potion just as she's about to wake up and BAM he's dead. Wow, sorry, that was a major run-on. But Juliet wakes up and kisses him hoping that some of the potion will be there but lol nope. So she takes his dagger, cus you know Juliet actually has some balls, and stabs herself. Everyone dies, the end. That damn Friar.
...roleplayer*
name Sully
age had too much fun
gender bastardizing
rp experience a classic
how you found ouac I AIN'T EVEN MAD
rp sample AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
I love the first person and the way you've already given her a unique voice without having posted for her yet: you'll be able to hit the ground running! Awesome job!
