Post by Κομμα on Oct 5, 2010 16:29:07 GMT 7
Why've I got to do this? I've got too much of a headache.... =[ Should have thought about that before drinking a whole bottle of tequila last night, no? But... but... D= *facepalms* Just do it and get it over with so Pat can get his done, he's been bugging me all day about it -_-' *sigh* All right =\
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Name: ... wait, my real name...? O.o No. Oh. Then it's Don.
Race: Human?
Age: Twenty-four
Appears: ... Twenty-four, maybe?
Appearance: Medium-length dark brown hair that does what it wants most of the time, pale blue eyes, around 5'11" so I guess pretty average height, average build, clothes are just usually t-shirt and jeans. Overall, pretty average, I'd say. Picture? =D
Wait, what? Picture!
i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww199/x_limesonyoscreen_x/cigarette.jpg
-_-' It looks nothing like me. Yes it does. Make the hair lighter and they eyes blue and we have a match, cigarette and all. You even look as annoyed as he does right now! =D *grumbles* Gimme a break, you're the first Muses I have who are remotely normal who I can actually find pictures of! Dx *locks Comma out of room*
Personality: I'm the first to admit I can be a little on the short-tempered side, but I'm generally only really bad about it during nicotine withdrawal or an exceptionally bad hangover. Otherwise I try to be friendly. I get stressed out too easily at times. If you ever meet me after a few shots of tequila, just know that I'm normally not that much of an idiot. He's woken up in jail the morning after drinking himself into oblivion wearing a frilly cocktail dress before--Shut it! >_< So... yes, I'm normally a remotely serious person, but given that most of my attempts at having a good time end in disaster, I'd say I'm pretty well justified -_-' Not to say I don't have a sense of humor or anything.
Likes: Tequila, unfortunately. Sort of a love-hate relationship there. Smoking, drinking, pubs, the nighttime, books, technology (to an extent), women, motorcycles, money, cities, gambling, fighting... eh, that should do for now.
Dislikes: Guns, though I tend to keep one on me most of the time just in case I do ever need it. Tequila, but not enough to keep me away from it. Hangovers, people who make it a point never to take anything seriously, small towns, computers (they're bloody annoying...), television, rules, cops, government... that more or less sums it up.
Fears: Can't really think of anything right off hand...
History: I really don't want to go into this, but I have a feeling I'll be forced to if I don't... Yes, you will. Thought so.
Grew up in County Clare, Ireland, ran away from home at eleven with my younger brother; our mum had left home a few years earlier , and our dad was a drunken asshole that neither of us wanted anything to do with. Living on the streets, overall, I'd have to say it was actually better for the most part. We got a gun as soon as we could for the sake of protection, and I started learning to make fake IDs as soon as I could. Not an easy thing, but practice makes perfect, eh?
Was a few years before we ever actually tried using one, and we ended up picking a pub where a world renowned con artist just happened to be working at the time. Maybe not world-renowned at that point, but he was at least known over most of the country. So, hence how we ended up meeting Al.
Couple years went by, some... things happened that I'm not going into detail about. My brother ran off, we thought he was dead for awhile, but he was really preparing for revenge for what had happened. On the wrong person, no less. He went a bit mad and blackmailed Al into tracking him down while he left a trail of murders for him to follow, his intention the entire time to frame Al with everything, and it worked quite well. He killed himself last and made it look like the last murder, which left Al pretty well stuck. Pat and I were over in Trim when it all finally ended, and we all ended up skipping the country (it was known the three of us did most of our work together, so we'd have probably been looked at as accomplices). I believe most of that was probably covered in Al's bio, but once again, I'd have been forced to write this anyway. *nods in agreement* See? -_-'
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All right, that's done. I'll be taking some aspirin and laying back down now.
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Name: ... wait, my real name...? O.o No. Oh. Then it's Don.
Race: Human?
Age: Twenty-four
Appears: ... Twenty-four, maybe?
Appearance: Medium-length dark brown hair that does what it wants most of the time, pale blue eyes, around 5'11" so I guess pretty average height, average build, clothes are just usually t-shirt and jeans. Overall, pretty average, I'd say. Picture? =D
Wait, what? Picture!
i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww199/x_limesonyoscreen_x/cigarette.jpg
-_-' It looks nothing like me. Yes it does. Make the hair lighter and they eyes blue and we have a match, cigarette and all. You even look as annoyed as he does right now! =D *grumbles* Gimme a break, you're the first Muses I have who are remotely normal who I can actually find pictures of! Dx *locks Comma out of room*
Personality: I'm the first to admit I can be a little on the short-tempered side, but I'm generally only really bad about it during nicotine withdrawal or an exceptionally bad hangover. Otherwise I try to be friendly. I get stressed out too easily at times. If you ever meet me after a few shots of tequila, just know that I'm normally not that much of an idiot. He's woken up in jail the morning after drinking himself into oblivion wearing a frilly cocktail dress before--Shut it! >_< So... yes, I'm normally a remotely serious person, but given that most of my attempts at having a good time end in disaster, I'd say I'm pretty well justified -_-' Not to say I don't have a sense of humor or anything.
Likes: Tequila, unfortunately. Sort of a love-hate relationship there. Smoking, drinking, pubs, the nighttime, books, technology (to an extent), women, motorcycles, money, cities, gambling, fighting... eh, that should do for now.
Dislikes: Guns, though I tend to keep one on me most of the time just in case I do ever need it. Tequila, but not enough to keep me away from it. Hangovers, people who make it a point never to take anything seriously, small towns, computers (they're bloody annoying...), television, rules, cops, government... that more or less sums it up.
Fears: Can't really think of anything right off hand...
History: I really don't want to go into this, but I have a feeling I'll be forced to if I don't... Yes, you will. Thought so.
Grew up in County Clare, Ireland, ran away from home at eleven with my younger brother; our mum had left home a few years earlier , and our dad was a drunken asshole that neither of us wanted anything to do with. Living on the streets, overall, I'd have to say it was actually better for the most part. We got a gun as soon as we could for the sake of protection, and I started learning to make fake IDs as soon as I could. Not an easy thing, but practice makes perfect, eh?
Was a few years before we ever actually tried using one, and we ended up picking a pub where a world renowned con artist just happened to be working at the time. Maybe not world-renowned at that point, but he was at least known over most of the country. So, hence how we ended up meeting Al.
Couple years went by, some... things happened that I'm not going into detail about. My brother ran off, we thought he was dead for awhile, but he was really preparing for revenge for what had happened. On the wrong person, no less. He went a bit mad and blackmailed Al into tracking him down while he left a trail of murders for him to follow, his intention the entire time to frame Al with everything, and it worked quite well. He killed himself last and made it look like the last murder, which left Al pretty well stuck. Pat and I were over in Trim when it all finally ended, and we all ended up skipping the country (it was known the three of us did most of our work together, so we'd have probably been looked at as accomplices). I believe most of that was probably covered in Al's bio, but once again, I'd have been forced to write this anyway. *nods in agreement* See? -_-'
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All right, that's done. I'll be taking some aspirin and laying back down now.
