Post by nemo on Sept 2, 2012 14:36:43 GMT -5
Cuan Padraigh McAllister
Name:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Cuan Padraigh McAllister
Nickname:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Red Pawn, Ginger, McAllister,
Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Penuria [[Northern Ireland]]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Male
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] 29
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Noble
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] White Pawn
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Dark Red
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Seaweed Green
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] 205 pounds
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] 6’1”
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font]
>Cuan has a scar over his left eye. He received it when he was very young, but he doesn’t talk about it
>Cuan prefers to use a traditional cudgel with molten iron poured into the knobbed head, giving it a weighted end. It is referred to as a ‘loaded’ shillelagh. And wears it on his hip, opposite his sword.
>Cuan has an aversion to shaving, so most of the time he sports a stubbly red beard to compliment his charming smile.
>Cuan is in very good physical shape from a life of training and traveling. Most of his weight is muscle, the little meat he has is only from being back in a somewhat
sedentary lifestyle, compared to what he was living.
Likes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
+Whiskey; Really, any booze will do, but Irish whiskey is his favorite
+Sex; That's pretty self explanatory...
+Music; He loves traditional music.
+Recreational Sports; He loves playing sports when he isn’t on duty.
+Fighting; As the way he was raised, he enjoys a good tussle. And he believes any gentlemanly dispute can be settled with pugilism or a proper duel.
+Clove cigarette's; He has been known to smoke a cigar as well, but he prefers the heavily scented clove cigarillo's.
+His Step Mother; She was the closest thing he had to a real mother and she was with him through most of his life. He truly does love the woman.
+His Shillelagh; He is unorthodox in fact that he carries an odd, hard hitting cudgel on the opposite side of his hip, from his sword. He relies on it, far more that he would man-made steel blades.
Dislikes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
-Formal clothing; He finds formal clothing to be stuffy and pretentious. He doesn’t dress sloppy but he will find a way to dress down whatever he is wearing.
-His Father; he holds a grudge against him for lying about his origins. He blames him for never knowing his other family.
-No Booze; The only thing that could possibly make him more unhappy than his father and that is having no alcohol to drown out his father's nasty words.
-Striking Out; Cuan loves going out and hitting on women and even men, but Cuan hates in when he has no luck and goes home alone.
-Liars; Cuan can get along with most people. But Cuan can't stand to be lied to. If he can't trust you, you're not worth his time.
Strengths:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
~Hand to Hand combat and close range; He is good with his fists and good with his cudgel.
~ Charm; Cuan is very charming when he wants something and it comes in handy in Penurian court, even as a lesser noble and a pawn.
~ Loyalty; For the majority, whether it be to their Majesties or his family, Cuan is very loyal. He would never purposefully betray anyone he considers worth his time.
~ Physical Strength; He takes good care of himself, in respect to his physical shape. He works out by playing sports or practicing swords work or practice with his shillelagh.
~Music; His mother bred in him a love of traditional music. He learned to play the bouzouki at a young age and he has a very smooth singing voice.
Weaknesses:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
X Thinking before he speaks; It often gets him in trouble in unfortunate circumstances.
X Arrogance; He can be a real asshole and his mouth tends to run more than it needs to, often getting him into more trouble.
X Ranged Combat; He isn’t the best with most ranged weapons.
X Women; He would never raise a hand against a woman. He likes women and if his enemy was a woman, he wouldn’t be able to fight her. He also has a problem saying no to anything a woman would ask of him.
Dreams:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- To meet the family he never knew; He would like to meet the brother and the mother he never had the opportunity to know as he grew up.
- To increase his rank; he aspires to become more than a pawn.
Fears:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
- Being executed; as a pawn, he has a reasonable fear of somehow slipping up and being executed for his actions.
- Losing what family he has left; If he lost his mother or found out something happened to his brother, he wouldn’t know how to handle what would happen.
Personality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font]
Cuan is an arrogant, hot tempered red head with enough muscle to back up his big mouth. The combination of attitude and booze creates the environment for confrontation and that is usually what Cuan gets. He has seen his share of bar fights and bar fights that have intensified to spill out onto the streets. But he adores a good brawl and won't stop until everyone else is knocked out or he wears himself out in the process. Because of his size, a lot of drunks like to try and pick fights with him. He takes their challenges with a smile and he keeps that smile while he beats them into the ground.
But for all his boasting, Cuan is usually a pretty laid back and mild mannered guy, when drink or sex are not involved. He is often amused by the fact that most people take him for a complete dolt, just by looking at his size. He is intelligent for the most part, aside from when his arrogance gets the better of him. He is thoughtful of others and tends to mind his own business when he is out in the bar alone. He only tries to show off when his friends or his woman are around.
Cuan carries himself very confident, always having a lopsided smirk smeared across his lips and a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. When it comes to romantic interests, he is very charming and sweet. When he feels like something or someone is invading on something he will get very protective over his claim. But otherwise, he is the perfect gentleman to the person of his interest.
Cuan has the bad habit of not thinking certain things through when it comes to getting someone into bed. It often ends up getting him in trouble or often more trouble than he is already in.
If Cuan feels like he has been emasculated he will sulk until he gets sufficiently drunk or properly regains his lost pride.
Cuan also has the nasty habit of talking trash when he is drunk. And that ends up getting him in even more trouble than he was already in. But he also fights his best when he is drunk.
To those he calls friends and most of his family, especially his mother, he is very well mannered. He would bend over backwards to please them and would stop at nothing to protect them. He can at times be very protective if he thinks he is in the right to do so.
When Cuan drinks for pleasure, he is out looking for a good time. And being the outgoing individual he is, he most always has a great time out in the pubs with friends. But when Cuan drinks to forget, that is when he is most looking to fight. Cuan rarely drinks for anything but fun, but when the occasion arises, it is probably best to leave the big Irishman alone.
History:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font]
Cuan was born in a shroud of mystery. He never knew his real mother as he was separated from her very short time after he was born. The only parent he knew for the first couple of years was his father. His father tried to raise him as a single parent, but as a lesser noble in the Penurian court, he had to lie about the child’s origins saying he was his nephew. He told everybody that Cuan’s parents died and he was left to the care of the lively boy. Cuan was three when his father fell in love and brought a mother figure into his life.
Cuan was taught the ways of a young noble and was expected to act as such. He was mischievous and always managed to get into trouble somehow. But his new mother was very patient with him and treated him as her own child, kindly trying to correct his mischievous ways. Cuan grew close to her and went with her almost everywhere. But his father wanted to train him more and more to be a soldier, so he took him during the day out to the training grounds. He was very strict with Cuan, more so than a father would be with their own child, to keep up his charade. Cuan learned quickly what he had to do to keep his father from punishing him. He quickly became the most promising of the young nobles sons.
When Cuan was 15 his entire world was turned upside down. As a young teenager he snuck out of his bed one night and listened in on his father talking with an unknown visitor. And Cuan’s father admitted that Cuan was the child of an affair he had while visiting Medius. He stayed in Medius while the woman was pregnant and the night she gave went into labor, giving birth to two fraternal twin boys. He took the younger of the two boys and smuggled him out of Medius, back to Penuria. Saving him from potential death, for hear the woman’s husband would strike out at the birth of not just one sin, but two.
Out of anger, Cuan left his father’s home that night, going on the run. He traveled throughout the kingdom’s as a traveler, writing letters to his step mother in secret. He went looking for his birth mother and the twin he never knew he had, but he never located them on his journey.
He received a letter from his step mother telling him she had fallen ill. He returned as fast as he could and went into military service for their Majesties. He rose to the rank of pawn and that is where he remains, trying to support his ailing step mother, while still searching for any clues of his brother.
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Roleplay Sample:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font]
Cuan gripped Fiona tightly. She had always been a faithful companion; crushing and breaking body parts when asked of her with just a flick of Cuan's wrist. After all, the power came from the hips, generating force as the body turns, making a simple quarter twist of the wrist, a dangerous and deadly blow from his shillelagh. Despite his muscular frame he was rather lithe when he wanted to be, he had to be when he played his favorite sport; rugby. He moved lightly down a hallway, always ready to strike when he went around a corner. It was quiet. So quiet it registered as very odd to the Irishman. There was hardly even a creak from the old floorboards when his heavy body moved over them. The small hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. He was alone. But he wasn't. He could feel them. The others in the house that were not of the living. He wasn't able to use magic like his sister, but he had his magic pendant that felt warm when magic was near and he could also sense the entire magical presence in the house. The sheer volume of what was there that was not meant to be, made him feel a bit ill. There was something wrong in this house.
Something very, very wrong.
He had covered what he thought to be an entire floor on this manor house, when he ended up just finding a new wing to get lost in. Cuan took a deep breath, inhaling the must and slight tinge of a certain metallic odor.
Blood.
He smelled blood. He could never forget that smell of copper; like America's small currency. He somehow doubted there was a huge pile of pennies down that hallway. His nostrils flared as he looked the direction he smelled the blood from and he, with a heavy heart, went past the corridor and continued on towards a way that didn't bode so negatively at this time. If he wasn't concerned with finding his brothers, or anyone else, he would have gone barrelling down the corridor in search of the source. But the fact that no sound was accompanied with the scent, meant that whoever or whatever was the source, was also no longer of the living realm. He trudged on.
Cuan was beginning to become more anxious as he walked along, no sign of anything living to greet him. He felt in his pocket and he sighed a small sigh of relief; his pack of Djarum Blacks was where he left them, his lighter tucked in the empty space in the box. He pulled one out and lit up. Taking a long drag from the cigarillo, he exhaled the clove spiced smoke out slowly. It at least took the edge off his creeping concern. But as he continued moving through the passages, suddenly he could hear a familiar loud, raucus voice. It was almost as if the house was keeping him from hearing the voice til he was almost on top of the source.
Cuan poked his head around a corner and saw the expected owner of the voice. And to his mounting relief, two of the other people he wanted to find. There they were, altogether, his brothers; Scotland, Wales, and even England. No Ireland he noted and his heart dropped a little. He wanted his twin, but he would be content with his brothers for the time.
He walked up behind the three while they were occupied with their conversation he smeared a smug smile across his lips and began a loud belly-shaking laugh.
"Oi garsun's! Fanceh maytin' yersaylves ayt in ah playce layk dhis! Ef ay hadda known, ay woul'da made tea! Bahahahaha!" Cuan spoke loudly and in his normal jubilant tone. The tone he always used when he was happy to see his brothers. Even annoying little Arthur was a welcome sight. He looked at Ewan and Howell as well. Howell's eyes, though he couldn't tell in the dim light, looked red from crying. But he couldn't be sure. And Ewan, by the looks of the doorway behind them as well, has just assaulted an innocent door with his boot and possibly his sword.
Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] Nemo
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] 22
Experience:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font] eh, about 3 years or so on forums. Another year and a half on iscribble chatrooms.
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] [/font]
Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]
