Post by wales on Mar 7, 2012 10:58:54 GMT -5
Howell Keiran Colwyn Gwydion
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Nationality:
Welsh
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
March 1st
Age:
Twenty-five
Education:
Undergraduate from the Royal Academy of Music
Occupation:
Regular musician in London's many taverns
Immediate Family:
- Finnegan O’Coghlan- Elder, half-brother
- Morwenna Gwydion-Mother
- Declan Alistair O'Coghlan- Father
Hometown:
Cardiff, Wales
Starting Town:
Dublin, Ireland[/center]
Brief History:
Howell was born to Morwenna Gwydion and her Irish husband, Declan Alistair O’Coghlan. The birth was problematic and Howell’s mother lost the ability to bear children due to the complications. As the young boy grew, his parents quickly noticed how their son had no interest in joining other children to play and would often keep to himself, seeming not to mind it whatsoever. Morwenna, a school teacher, tried to spark some sort of interest in her son, though all attempts were fruitless, until she noticed how intrigued the boy was at a musical folk festival the family attended; thus, she saw to it that Howell be placed in fiddle lessons and the young howell quickly became obsessed with the instrument.
Howell’s father was constantly leaving Howell’s mother and his young son, due to his career as a pro-rugby player; although one day when Howell was about four, Declan returned home with a young, red-haired boy, whom he introduced to Howell as his older brother, Finn. Howell, an unusually shy boy, became even shyer with the presence [/center]of his arrogant older brother, though Morwenna treated Finn as her own son instantly. Over time, prompted by his mother, Howell warmed up to Finn and steadily they grew to be thick as thieves with Howell loving having an older brother, and Finn becoming very protective of his younger brother. While rugby seemed to run strong through the males of the family, Howell never found interest in the sport, though he was pretty decent player and often played with his brother to help him train and he would continue it as a sort of pastime.
When Howell grew older, his curiosity grew also and one day he asked his mother why Finn had come to them in the first place. She told him the truth, his mother always was honest with him, and Howell from that time on always would look at his father differently. He had always had a somewhat estranged relationship with Declan, but finding out that he had left Finn’s mother and Finn the way he did, quite suddenly, unsettled Howell to his core. Howell would develop a near hatred for his father, especially as he reached his teenage years. He become suspicious that his father would leave his mother too and became incredibly protective of her, even daring to speak nothing but Welsh to her, especially in front of Declan. Howell succeeded in changing his last name to his mother's maiden name, his welsh name, rather than his paternal surname, after many arguments and assisted by his grandfather, further severing ties to his father.
The relationship between himself and his father grew so tremulous, that when Howell turned about fifteen, his mother sent him to spend the rest of summer with her parents, his Gwydion grandparents, who own a sheep farm in the Snowdonia region of Wales. For the next three years, Howell would spend every summer with his grandparents, tending and watching to the sheep, and continuing to practice on his fiddle. For years Howell had taken his fiddle lessons, excelling to the point beyond his tutor and had entered numerous festivals and winning many competitions. He was now also learning to play the crwth, a Welsh instrument, and was being instructed by his grandfather, who was an excellent player himself.
By the age of eighteen, Howell finally left home for good, having been excepted into the Royal Academy of Music in London. Morwenna was saddened to see her son leave but Howell, having always a strong sense of independency, felt nothing but excitement for leaving. He traveled to London with his fiddle case in hand, his crwth at his back, and in his other hand, a bag of clothes. Over the next few years, Howell completed his undergraduate degree, further excelling his skill. However, as much as he wanted to continue his studies and receive his Ph. D, financial issues put a pause onto any academic progression on hold and he had to focus all his attention on getting a well paying job to pay off his debt before he could gain more.
He found his way into playing gigs regularly in London’s taverns and has steadily been working his way deeper into the music scene, building a reputation as an excellent musician, though a shy one, know for never staying for after-parties or anything of the sort. He does keep in touch with family, his mother mostly, his grandparents, and he keeps up with his brothers’ progress with his rugby career. Howell now resides in a flat in London, playing the night scene to pay off his debt, so that one day he can begin his education again to become a professional musician.
Personality:
Upon first meeting Howell, one can expect to have the same impression as so many others, even including his parents. Howell is a shy and always has been. As a child, he would literally hide in his mothers skirts if he was introduced to new people and had segregated himself by choice away from other children, seeming to have no issue with being by himself. His Morwenna encouraged her son to go and play with the others, to participate with the rest of the children, but he just wouldn’t He was nothing at all like his father, an arrogant, headstrong man, and the man actually gave up trying to force his young son into making friends, leaving it to his wife to deal with their reticent son. Eventually, Howell would integrate himself more socially, especially once his half-brother joined the house though it took him a while to warm up to him, but shyness was who he was. His shyness would later develop the strong sense of independency Howell feels because of his comfortableness with being alone and away from others. By today standards, Howell can carry on short conversations in a polite, friendly manner, but it is rare if he'll be the instigator of the social interlude.
Next to shy, Howell is an equally kind and loving boy, always ready to share a smile and is usually chuckling at something or amused by something else. Smiling is the most natural thing Howell knows, not including music, and its one most trusted solution to all his problems, as he sees it anyways. As long as Howell can find a reason to smile, to make another person smile, he knows that things will be all right, even on the dreariest of days. Plainly speaking, Howell is a naturally optimistic guy and it's unusual for him to be melancholy or miserable. Also, in those extremely bashful moments, Howell knows nothing else but smiling with a blush and running his fingers through his hair, his tongue completely locked beyond words.
There is a deep respect Howell holds for his mother, for she is truly the kindest woman he has ever known and from whom he has inherited much of his attributes. As Howell came to age however, and he learned of his father’s questionable past, he developed an even stronger attachment towards her, as he became incredibly protective of his mother, from his own father. Howell has a deep-set fear that Declan will leave his mother, as his had with Finn’s mother. Howell doesn’t necessarily hate his father, he just has no reason to like him whatsoever, and perhaps another trait he inherited from Declan is his stubbornness. Howell doesn't deal with anger that well, doing his best to avoid any vexation by expression through his music. However, even music can't withstand the dominance of alcohol.... and after a few talls ones, Howell is known to get pretty rowdy, losing all aspects of his bashfulness.
Appearance:
Reasonably tall, lean and fair skinned, Howell has blond hair, which stubbornly refuses to settle into any other style save for its constant wild, wind-swept appearance, and hangs just past his ears in length. His hair’s wild tendency is further emphasized by Howell’s habit of running his fingers though his hair when he's shy or embarrassed, a situation that happens quite often. As a boy, his hair color was slightly more strawberry blond but with age, the red faded leaving only pure blond, like his mother’s.
There is little to be seen in resemblance between Howell to his father or his brother. The sole connection between the three men in the inheritance both Finn and Howell gained from their father, his eyes. Both brothers share the same shade of green as Declan, but that’s where Howell’s resemblance to his father ends. Both Finn and their father are much taller and gain muscle with ease; Howell in comparison is much more slender, though his muscles are lean and reasonably toned with his involvement with casual rugby and the summers spent working on his grandparents sheep farm. His shoulders are broad, his arms, stomach, and legs toned and fit, and while his body hair mainly consists of a lighter shade of blond than his head, darker hairs trail from his navel downwards, and anyone close to him can tell you that this is where he’s most ticklish. Considering height standards, Howell is rather average, measuring in at about 6’0”, his brother proudly towering over him and the last time he bothered to weight himself, he was about 165lbs.
Howell’s facial features are strong, handsome, yet expresses a certain level of distance that corresponds with Howell’s known independence and isolation from others. When hes playing his music, wither his crwth or fiddle, the Welshman’s expression grows considerable soft and near indifferent, save for the smooth edges of passion from his eyes and the small smile that always brushes his lips when he plays. As equally as known for his shyness, Howell’s smile has been known to brighten a room and it truly his hic courage. One would think that such a shy man would falter in front a huge crowd of people, however when he does begin to play and his smile appears, enjoying his own music, his shyness fades and his entire focus is on nothing save fro what his fingers are doing.
Around the time he first moved to London, Howell’s rebelliousness took hold, as did home-sickness, and thus he got his tattoo which he proudly bears today. Crossing across his shoulder blades beginning from his left shoulder to his right, is the tattoo of a red dragon in exquisite detail. Within its talons, the beast clutches a daffodil, the national flower of Wales as is the dragon itself, signifying the deep place in Howell’s heart his homeland will always reside. Howell has his left ear pierced, a silver band around the helix, the top, ridge part of the ear.
Fashion Style:
~Howell's fashion sense is pretty laid back, though since he's moved to London, his fashion has broadened into something a bit more casual and only slightly punk, influenced by London's night scene. He doesn't change this look when he's playing a gig, why should he? It's all about the music after all. to him at least.
This is basically what he wears everyday
On days that are a bit cooler, though cool weather reminds him of Wales, Howell may wear something like this because, he's developed a sort of love for trenchcoats...
Here's another daily outfit
~Always having a been a bit old fashioned, Howell does enjoy a good vest and wool anything reminds of working on his grandparents' sheep farm.
~Howell brought with him from Wales his favourite pair of boots, which he refuses to throw out. They're still good so why throw out a good pair of shoes?
Goals:
~Receive his Ph.D: Howell has acquired his undergraduate degree from the Royal Academy of Music, but he yearns to progress further to receive his full doctorate in music. Unfortunately, financial issues and debt had put a hold onto his plans and his must work his way through his financial barricade before he can continue with his studies.
~Join the London Symphony Orchestra: Having attended numerous performances and finding much inspiration from watching he professional musicians, Howell dreams of one day joining the ranks of the orchestra, or any other professional orchestra for that matter, to accomplish hid true goal of becoming a professional musician.
Secret:
~His sexuality: Howell is a shy man, there's no doubt about that, but his tendency to separate himself from others has also tied into the fact that.... well Howell finds both men and women attractive. He can see the beauty in woman, appreciate it, but his desires lie mainly with men and...well, as explained, he;s shy and his feeling usually confused and embarrass him.
~Largest fear: Howell fears above all and everything else.... being tickled. Well, perhaps this is not really a full-out feat but... Howell is actually very ticklish and he's terrified of being tickle attacked. Don't tell anyone...
~Find love? Howell does one day hope to find someone....
RP Sample [Manor of Fate]:
“Lhord… ay em tiyard…”
It was almost effort for the words to stumble past the Welshman’s chapped lips. Each step he took down the disserted hall was a combination sluggish dragging and skittish tiptoeing; who he accomplished it he had had no energy even to consider how. Howell tried to keep his eyes up and alert but it was difficult. His entire body felt like lead but he dared not to sleep; in what remained of the logical part of his mind told him that if he didn’t rest soon, he was wither going to pass out or begin to hallucinate.
Wale shad been alone now for fair bit of time now and as much as he was a very independent person, he couldn’t help but feel the longing for any or all of his brothers’ company. ‘Ayven Arthur’s ugleh mug would bae better than baein’ alone’.
The thought made Howell grimace and frown. Usually, he rather preferred to distance himself away from the remainder of the United Kingdom, to maintain that he was indeed a different entity from England. This was difficult of course when it was England who represented the whole of the UK and Howell was pretty sure that a percentage of he nations didn’t know he existed.
“Basdun…” Even his curse intended for England echoed Wales’ loneliness.
Not paying much attention to where exactly he was going, Howell stopped mid step when he realized that he was in the doorframe to a room adjoined to the hall. Unease and caution tightened Howell’s expression as he edged inch by inch into the room and leaned forward a bit to look in.
The room was obviously a living room, this became more apparent when the Welshman ran is fingers along the sidewall and flicked a switch, causing a few lamps to illuminate. A couple long sofas lay facing a dead hearth, a large loveseat sat beside a wall beside a rather large, half filled bookcase. The other side of the room was another group of sofas all facing inwards in a square, an obvious reading, talking area with a coffee table in the centre of the group.
After a few good seconds of scoping out the room and dubbing that he was the only occupant, Wales quickly bolted inside and shut the door. In despair he saw that there was no lock on the door. “Ay cayn’t walk no more…. ay’ll ‘ave to move one of em sofahs en front of the door…” Talking to himself helped ease away the quiet of the room, but it unnerved him the sad tone in his own voice.
Getting to work, Wales struggled to drag one of the surprising heavy couches into a firm position in front of the door. Stumbling back, a shiver of fear and anxiety crawled down his back at to how tired he was and to how much exertion that took.
“Whayt the ‘ell es happenin’ to mae?”
Not having anyone to answer him save for the silence of the room, Wales stumbled over to the couch nearest tot eh empty hearth, grabbed one of the fire poker’s from the fireplace, and gripped it firmly while he huddled into he corner of the corner next to the armrest, bringing p her knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs.
Staring out at the calm vicinity of the room, Howell bit his lip hard. “Ay will not crae…” The words were meant for his own benefit and pride but Wales still buried his face into his knees and he knew not when he fell asleep, if it was before or after tears began to roll down his cheeks.
OOC
Name: Soraeya “Sora”
Age: 18- July 24th
Contact Info: Skype: babydoll.sora ; Chatango: WelshKnight, RedWelshDragon
Website: N/A
Other: Anything else?[/center]
Hold on, little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up, little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
Wake up. Who cares about little boys
That talk too much?
I've seen it all go down
The game of love was all rained out
Let me be the one to hold you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
Why be alone when we can be together, baby?
You can make my life worth while
I can make you start to smile
When it's through, it's through
And fate will twist the both of you
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Let me be the one to show you
~Mr. Big- To Be With You
[/color]Show me what he's done to you
Stand up, little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
Wake up. Who cares about little boys
That talk too much?
I've seen it all go down
The game of love was all rained out
Let me be the one to hold you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
Why be alone when we can be together, baby?
You can make my life worth while
I can make you start to smile
When it's through, it's through
And fate will twist the both of you
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Let me be the one to show you
~Mr. Big- To Be With You