Post by Finn O'Coghlan on Mar 6, 2012 20:00:56 GMT -5
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Character Name: Declan Finnegan Alistair O'Coghlan [Finn for short]
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 11
Age: 27
Education:
Finn was in the latter middle part of a degree in Music Theory and composition, when he dropped out to focus on his Rugby career.
Occupation: Professional Rugby Player
Family:
-Declan Alistair O'Coghlan; father/roving bastard
-Maeve Ni Mhaille; mother/deceased
-Howell Gwydion; younger half-brother/living
-Morwenna Gwydion; step-mother/living
Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland [born]
After father left, mother moved them to county Mayo, Ireland that was home to her family.
- Mallaranny, County Mayo, Republic of Ireland
Starting Town: Dublin, Ireland
Brief History:
Finn was born to, Declan Alistair O'Coghlan and Maeve Ni Mhaille. They were a young happy couple, ready to have their first child. They were on a trip visiting some friends in Belfast when Maeve went into labor a couple weeks early. A few hours later Declan Finnegan Alistair O'Coghlan came into the world, strong and healthy. They went back home to Declan's family home in county Offaly. They went often to county Mayo, where Maeve's family lived, to visit.
His father had been a pro-rugby player and his mother was a fairly well known traditional musician. Both his parents argued about which of them he would take after, so they compromised. Declan put Finn is rugby training from when he was old enough to walk and Maeve put Finn into music lessons not much after that. Not long after that Declan left Maeve and left Ireland.
When Finn was still quite young his mother died from cancer. When word reached Declan he went back to Ireland and took Finn with him back to Wales, where he had settled once again with a Welsh woman. Finn now found out he had a little brother, Howell.
Howell took some time warming up to Finn, but once he did, they were close as full blood brothers. Finn would protect Howell from bullies and anything else that threatened his little brother.
Finn played rugby for his school teams from elementary on to high school, earning MVP several times. He was scouted until he injured his knee at the end of his senior season, missing out on his chance to go to university on a scholarship.
When Finn was 18 he moved back to Ireland, though he hated leaving Howell and his step-mother, whom had been good to him from the very moment he came to live with them, and he started classes for Music Theory. He made it through in the lower part of his classes, because he was trying to juggle both the schooling and rugby. He worked nights in a local pub playing for the house band to get money enough for school.
He eventually couldn't do it anymore and he gave up his classes one year from graduation and focused on his playing. He was signed onto the Leinster rugby team soon after, when he was 22.
Finn got the break he needed to show his skill and he did. He ran through two seasons gaining the renown he needed to be offered a place on the next seasons Ireland rugby union team.
While playing for the Ireland team, not even a whole season, he received a nasty knee injury that kept him out of play for six weeks. Since that first injury, he has had some bad luck with getting injured again and again.
This current season he has gone uninjured and is gaining back his momentum.
Personality:
Finn 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 Finn 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 pavement.
But for all his boasting, Finn is usually a mild mannered guy, when drink or sex is 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 are around.
Finn 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.
That being said Finn can be an royal asshole. In any case, he will always he the hot-tempered arrogant prick he always has been when he gets worked up.
Finn 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 then he is already in.
If Finn feels like he has been emasculated he will sulk until he gets sufficiently drunk or properly regains his lost pride.
Appearance:
Finn is a tall, well built, red headed Irishman. He was born and raised in a rugby playing family and judging by his size, it seems it was thoroughly ingrained into his DNA. He stands roughly 6 feet and 6 inches tall, weighing in at 17 stone and 4 pounds [242 pounds] of pure muscle.
He strikes quite the figure with his stature and red hair. Most people wouldn't believe he was Irish until they heard him speak. He was blessed with his height and he has very little problem packing muscle on. But he is at a point of fitness he is satisfied with and he intends to stay there. His father taught him a proper combination of protein and carbs for a tough muscle workout. When he is not playing or out at the bar, chances are he is probably working out.
Finn has an aversion to shaving, so most of the time he sports a stubbly red beard to compliment his charming smile.
He has a faded scar above his left eye, that cuts through his eyebrow. It is the reason he keeps his hair a bit longer so it will cover his forehead and hide the scar. He is very self conscious about it, though it is well faded.
Finn doesn't wear any piercings but his ears were pierced when he got hammered drunk when he was a bit younger. He will wear a set of silver rings every now and again.
Finn has a Celtic knot-work wolf tattoo on his left shoulder extending down his bicep in a intricate knot-work pattern. And on his right pectoral muscle he has a detailed triskele tattoo.
Finn has very expressive eyebrows, that have been described as a facial tic. When he talks his eyebrows talk with him, making it even more interesting to look at the young Irishman.
He is rarely seen without a clove cigarette hanging from his lips or a drink in his hand, when he is not playing rugby.
Fashion Style:
His sense of style could be described as 'sporty'. Finn typically wears clothes normal to rugby players; long sleeved, thick, collared rugby shirts, or the competition jerseys. He won't usually wear his uniform shorts, unless he is playing, so he normally wears jeans off the field. When Finn goes out bar hopping he will wear nicer clothes, such as a pair of black slacks and a button up, with his long black woolen coat.
Examples:
-Short sleeved Ireland Heritage Rugby shirt; has the badges for all four provinces of Ireland on the front.
www.irishqualitygifts.com/irish_themed_clothing/mens-heritage-rugby-shirt
-Short sleeved Ireland Rugby Union Jersey; He has a green one, a red one, and a black one.
www.prodirectrugby.com/prodinfo.asp?PID=PDR-010-010-004&GROUP=IRE
-Guinness Rugby Shirt; One of his prized possessions, is his black and red striped Guinness rugby top with the Toucan on the left side of the chest and 'Guinness' on the right.
www.guinnesswebstore.com/product_detail.asp?HDR=sports&CAT=sportrugshirt&T1=GUI+G2005+L
Goals:
Finn wants more than anything in the world to be a world famous rugby player and to take the Irish National team to a world cup and come home victorious. He thinks that if he does it will make his mother, up in heaven, proud of his decision to play Rugby professionally instead of being a musician.
And one day, even though Finn enjoys being a single young Irishman, he hopes to one day settle down and have a family.
And one day, even though Finn enjoys being a single young Irishman, he hopes to one day settle down and have a family.
Secret:
Finn is secretly afraid of venipuncture needles.
Finn secretly likes fruity mixed drinks, but refuses to drink them out at a bar because it makes him look less manly.
Finn is secretly afraid of growing old and not being handsome, strong and tall anymore.
Other:
Besides rugby, Finn is rather good a playing music the way his mother had wanted him to. He worked his way through the college he attended by playing in bars and coffee shops. His singing voice can be gravelly and coarse for a drinking song, or sweet and melodic for a love song or ballad. He can play the Irish bouzouki, guitar, tin whistle, bodhran drum, fiddle, and the harp, but he is best at the Irish bouzouki.
RP Sample: 250+ words, please.
From Manor of Fate
Finnegan gripped Fiona tightly. She had always been a faithful companion; crushing and breaking body parts when asked of her with just a flick of Finn'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. Finn 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.
Finnegan 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.
Finn 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!" Finnegan 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.
OOC
Name:
Age: 9/10 and I'm 21.
Contact Info: private message
Website:
Other: Anything else?
Lyrics for Schizophrenic Playboys by The Cranberries [Roses 2012]
She meticulously curls her hair
Her hair, her hair
Her long, long hair
Applies mascara with the greatest care
With care, with care
To your mascara
She puts on her lipstick that is scarlet red
She’s already fairly off her head
Fishnet stockings and a bottle of wine
She’s fine, she’s fine
She thinks she’s fineGirls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Baby, baby
Will you come with me?
With me, with me
Please come with me
I’ll take you to places that you’d rather be
To be, to be
To come with me
Driving faster now in his car
Now she knows that she has gone too far
In the morning, she is in his bed
His bed, his bed, her eyes are red
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Boys, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playgirls
Who cannot control their girls
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Character Name: Declan Finnegan Alistair O'Coghlan [Finn for short]
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 11
Age: 27
Education:
Finn was in the latter middle part of a degree in Music Theory and composition, when he dropped out to focus on his Rugby career.
Occupation: Professional Rugby Player
Family:
-Maeve Ni Mhaille; mother/deceased
-Howell Gwydion; younger half-brother/living
-Morwenna Gwydion; step-mother/living
Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland [born]
After father left, mother moved them to county Mayo, Ireland that was home to her family.
- Mallaranny, County Mayo, Republic of Ireland
Starting Town: Dublin, Ireland
Brief History:
Finn was born to, Declan Alistair O'Coghlan and Maeve Ni Mhaille. They were a young happy couple, ready to have their first child. They were on a trip visiting some friends in Belfast when Maeve went into labor a couple weeks early. A few hours later Declan Finnegan Alistair O'Coghlan came into the world, strong and healthy. They went back home to Declan's family home in county Offaly. They went often to county Mayo, where Maeve's family lived, to visit.
His father had been a pro-rugby player and his mother was a fairly well known traditional musician. Both his parents argued about which of them he would take after, so they compromised. Declan put Finn is rugby training from when he was old enough to walk and Maeve put Finn into music lessons not much after that. Not long after that Declan left Maeve and left Ireland.
When Finn was still quite young his mother died from cancer. When word reached Declan he went back to Ireland and took Finn with him back to Wales, where he had settled once again with a Welsh woman. Finn now found out he had a little brother, Howell.
Howell took some time warming up to Finn, but once he did, they were close as full blood brothers. Finn would protect Howell from bullies and anything else that threatened his little brother.
Finn played rugby for his school teams from elementary on to high school, earning MVP several times. He was scouted until he injured his knee at the end of his senior season, missing out on his chance to go to university on a scholarship.
When Finn was 18 he moved back to Ireland, though he hated leaving Howell and his step-mother, whom had been good to him from the very moment he came to live with them, and he started classes for Music Theory. He made it through in the lower part of his classes, because he was trying to juggle both the schooling and rugby. He worked nights in a local pub playing for the house band to get money enough for school.
He eventually couldn't do it anymore and he gave up his classes one year from graduation and focused on his playing. He was signed onto the Leinster rugby team soon after, when he was 22.
Finn got the break he needed to show his skill and he did. He ran through two seasons gaining the renown he needed to be offered a place on the next seasons Ireland rugby union team.
While playing for the Ireland team, not even a whole season, he received a nasty knee injury that kept him out of play for six weeks. Since that first injury, he has had some bad luck with getting injured again and again.
This current season he has gone uninjured and is gaining back his momentum.
Personality:
Finn 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 Finn 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 pavement.
But for all his boasting, Finn is usually a mild mannered guy, when drink or sex is 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 are around.
Finn 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.
That being said Finn can be an royal asshole. In any case, he will always he the hot-tempered arrogant prick he always has been when he gets worked up.
Finn 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 then he is already in.
If Finn feels like he has been emasculated he will sulk until he gets sufficiently drunk or properly regains his lost pride.
Appearance:
Finn is a tall, well built, red headed Irishman. He was born and raised in a rugby playing family and judging by his size, it seems it was thoroughly ingrained into his DNA. He stands roughly 6 feet and 6 inches tall, weighing in at 17 stone and 4 pounds [242 pounds] of pure muscle.
He strikes quite the figure with his stature and red hair. Most people wouldn't believe he was Irish until they heard him speak. He was blessed with his height and he has very little problem packing muscle on. But he is at a point of fitness he is satisfied with and he intends to stay there. His father taught him a proper combination of protein and carbs for a tough muscle workout. When he is not playing or out at the bar, chances are he is probably working out.
Finn has an aversion to shaving, so most of the time he sports a stubbly red beard to compliment his charming smile.
He has a faded scar above his left eye, that cuts through his eyebrow. It is the reason he keeps his hair a bit longer so it will cover his forehead and hide the scar. He is very self conscious about it, though it is well faded.
Finn doesn't wear any piercings but his ears were pierced when he got hammered drunk when he was a bit younger. He will wear a set of silver rings every now and again.
Finn has a Celtic knot-work wolf tattoo on his left shoulder extending down his bicep in a intricate knot-work pattern. And on his right pectoral muscle he has a detailed triskele tattoo.
Finn has very expressive eyebrows, that have been described as a facial tic. When he talks his eyebrows talk with him, making it even more interesting to look at the young Irishman.
He is rarely seen without a clove cigarette hanging from his lips or a drink in his hand, when he is not playing rugby.
Fashion Style:
His sense of style could be described as 'sporty'. Finn typically wears clothes normal to rugby players; long sleeved, thick, collared rugby shirts, or the competition jerseys. He won't usually wear his uniform shorts, unless he is playing, so he normally wears jeans off the field. When Finn goes out bar hopping he will wear nicer clothes, such as a pair of black slacks and a button up, with his long black woolen coat.
Examples:
-Short sleeved Ireland Heritage Rugby shirt; has the badges for all four provinces of Ireland on the front.
www.irishqualitygifts.com/irish_themed_clothing/mens-heritage-rugby-shirt
-Short sleeved Ireland Rugby Union Jersey; He has a green one, a red one, and a black one.
www.prodirectrugby.com/prodinfo.asp?PID=PDR-010-010-004&GROUP=IRE
-Guinness Rugby Shirt; One of his prized possessions, is his black and red striped Guinness rugby top with the Toucan on the left side of the chest and 'Guinness' on the right.
www.guinnesswebstore.com/product_detail.asp?HDR=sports&CAT=sportrugshirt&T1=GUI+G2005+L
Goals:
Finn wants more than anything in the world to be a world famous rugby player and to take the Irish National team to a world cup and come home victorious. He thinks that if he does it will make his mother, up in heaven, proud of his decision to play Rugby professionally instead of being a musician.
And one day, even though Finn enjoys being a single young Irishman, he hopes to one day settle down and have a family.
And one day, even though Finn enjoys being a single young Irishman, he hopes to one day settle down and have a family.
Secret:
Finn is secretly afraid of venipuncture needles.
Finn secretly likes fruity mixed drinks, but refuses to drink them out at a bar because it makes him look less manly.
Finn is secretly afraid of growing old and not being handsome, strong and tall anymore.
Other:
Besides rugby, Finn is rather good a playing music the way his mother had wanted him to. He worked his way through the college he attended by playing in bars and coffee shops. His singing voice can be gravelly and coarse for a drinking song, or sweet and melodic for a love song or ballad. He can play the Irish bouzouki, guitar, tin whistle, bodhran drum, fiddle, and the harp, but he is best at the Irish bouzouki.
RP Sample: 250+ words, please.
From Manor of Fate
Finnegan gripped Fiona tightly. She had always been a faithful companion; crushing and breaking body parts when asked of her with just a flick of Finn'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. Finn 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.
Finnegan 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.
Finn 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!" Finnegan 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.
OOC
Name:
Age: 9/10 and I'm 21.
Contact Info: private message
Website:
Other: Anything else?
Lyrics for Schizophrenic Playboys by The Cranberries [Roses 2012]
She meticulously curls her hair
Her hair, her hair
Her long, long hair
Applies mascara with the greatest care
With care, with care
To your mascara
She puts on her lipstick that is scarlet red
She’s already fairly off her head
Fishnet stockings and a bottle of wine
She’s fine, she’s fine
She thinks she’s fineGirls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Baby, baby
Will you come with me?
With me, with me
Please come with me
I’ll take you to places that you’d rather be
To be, to be
To come with me
Driving faster now in his car
Now she knows that she has gone too far
In the morning, she is in his bed
His bed, his bed, her eyes are red
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys
Boys, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playgirls
Who cannot control their girls
Girls, you better watch out
Schizophrenic playboys
Who cannot control their toys