Post by Hayden Connor Callaghan on Sept 1, 2010 15:39:58 GMT -7
HAYDEN CONNOR CALLAGHAN
"But nothing ever came from a life that was a simple one"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: hayden connor callaghan
Nickname(s): just hayden
Gender: male
Age: seventeen
Birthdate: september 1st, 1993
Sexuality: straight
Reincarnate: no
I am: n/a
Played By: martin johnson
Grade: junior
Boarding: yep
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'10
Weight: 150
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: reddish brown
Build: average...kinda muscular
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: no tattoos yet, but he hopes that'll change and his mom won't kill him for it
Personal Style: Hayden wears basically the same clothes all year long. Sneakers, a t-shirt and jeans...maybe a plaid shirt to spice it up. Sometimes he'll accessorize with a necklace or studded belt. Why make clothes complicated? He owns a lot of blues and whites and blacks. He likes having a little bit of a beard. He won't admit it, but it makes him feel more grown up and that's why he keeps a bit of scruff.
His hair, however. That is his main priority. His hair HAS to always look perfectly messed up...like he just rolled out of bed, looked in the mirror and left his hair was is. And it's easy to make his hair stay like that since it seems to be uncooperative otherwise.
Appearance: When it comes to clothes, Hayden takes the stereo typical guy approach. He picks it up off the ground and sniffs it. If it smells good, he puts it on. If it doesn't smell good, he lays it on her bed and whips out the febreze and sprays his clothes down. Then he picks the article of clothing up, shakes it a bit and puts it on. Then, on goes the AXE. Sure, it sounds gross, but if no one notices he does that then...who cares?
His red-brown hair is always perfect...because he puts a lot of effort into his hair to make it perfect. His bathroom counter is about as cluttered as a girl's bathroom counter. He uses a flat iron to make his hair perfectly straight before he uses a bit of hair gel or molding wax. Finally, he uses hairspray to make it all stay together in the end. He's so persnickity about his hair that he even cuts it himself. He's been his own personal barber since he was 11 and has improved his hair cutting skills over the years.
Hayden his rarely seen without some form of a smile, whether it's a big goofy one or a smirk. That's a good thing because he inherited his father's handsome smile. He has dark blue eyes that always give away his feelings, even when he's trying to hide them with a smile. His hands are rough and his fingers are a bit calloused from playing so much guitar. It's also not unusual to find a cute, scrape, bruise or sore body part on Hayden from all his stupid antics with his skateboard.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: guitar, skate boarding, spaghetti, being irish, driving fast, dancing, spending money, having the whole family together, mom, swimming, letting his hair be messy, video games, girls, hugs, immature humor, baseball, crayons, sharpies, accents, credit cards, meat, pranks, red bull
Dislikes: mom's henchmen, winter, trying to make his hair neat, confrontation, frowns, clowns, missing his father, mom, vegetables, girly movies, crying, heavy wind, going to bed early, getting up early, thick books with no pictures
Dreams: to become a musician, to become the type of man that would make his father proud, to pull off a prank so good teachers will talk about it for years
Fears: his mother's enemies, someone finding out what his mother's job was/what his brother's job is and wanting nothing to do with him, being a disappointment, clowns, lady gaga
Habits/Hobbies: mimicking accents, writing songs and playing guitar, avoiding eye contact when he's nervous/stress, being a class clown
Secret(s): he feels like he should have died instead of his father...because then mom might smile like she used to
Personality: Hayden is a natural-born clown. He loves laughing and making people laugh. He cracks jokes at anyone and anything. He doesn't do that to be cruel as he'll even make cracks about himself. He firmly believes that people should find humor in everything. When they don't...well the basket case in the Breakfast Club said it best: "Your heart dies." Kind of like Peter Pan, Hayden has this plan to stay young forever. ...On the inside, at least.
Hayden is also quite daring and open to try new things, no matter how sketchy it sounds. Sit on a moped and hold onto the back of a bus? Alright. Stand on a steep roof with a bunch of friends and drink a lot, who ever falls off last wins? Hell yeah! Skydiving? Bring it on. You only live once, after all. Make the best of it. He's not afraid of much...except clowns. You haven't heard a girly scream until you put Hayden in a room with a clown. Sure, he himself is a bit of a clown...but he doesn't wear a nose and freak makeup! Ever since he saw "It" and Bronx decided to dress up as Pennywise the Clown and hide in his closet, clowns have petrified Hayden.
Hayden is also a friendly and kind guy. Sure, he'll make a joke about you, but he rarely does it out of spite. He'd bend over backwards for a friend. If he ever saw someone on the street crying (and if he wasn't with his friends), he'd stop to buy them a cup of coffee or do something to see them smile. Seeing anyone cry just breaks his heart and he feels compelled to assist anyone helplessly sobbing.
But underneath his funny, nice guy exterior, Hayden has his own little dark side. He doesn't lose his temper often, but when he does, he explodes. He's been known to break things in extreme cases, but usually, he yells and uses his words to cut someone apart. He holds a grudge against his mother for the death of his father and sister, even though, deep down, he knows she's hurting as much as he is. He misses his deceased family members terribly and sometimes, when he's all alone, he'll cry when he thinks of them.
He also isn't a huge fan of confrontation. His mother had tried many times to get the truth out of him as to why he wanted to leave her and Luke in Illinois, but she never could. Even now, states and states away, Hayden just won't tell her. If he has done something wrong or he has been wronged, he isn't one to complain or face up to it. He simply avoids the person or situation entirely. It's easier and it avoids the awkward seriousness of confrontation.
But other than that, Hayden is a good person with a great sense of humor and a heart of gold.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Valerie Callaghan-Moretti, 46, retired...mob boss >_>
Father: Brendan Callaghan, deceased
Siblings: Bronson (Bronx) Callaghan 25, Miranda Callaghan 24, Aria Callaghan...deceased and his stepsisters Brooke & Katy 1 1/2
Other: Luke Moretti, step father
Pets: none
Hometown: Chicago, Illinios
History:
Valerie was 15 and Brendan was 17 when they first met, but they new they were meant for each other when they met. They pretty much spent every day of their lives togetherand finally, when they she was 21 and he was 23, they got married and shortly after had their first baby, Bronson (Bronx) Tanner Callaghan.
As adorable as this family was, there was one little under lying darkness. Valerie was the boss of a powerful mob. She was named the boss shortly after Bronx was born when her father, the leader, died, leaving her the best suited to be in charge. She didn't want to disappoint her father, whom she loved dearly. So despite wanting a peaceful life, she assumed the position of leader of the mafia. For a while, she was able to balance her life as a mob boss and a mom when she gave birth to Miranda and Aria. She avoided the law because, ironically, her husband Brendan was the captain of the police in Chicago and he worked with her to keep her out of prison.
Valerie and Brendan always had a dream of living in a subdivision and having five kids. They currently lived in a mansion due to her job, so that wasn't so terrible. However, with their jobs, having five kids was getting more difficult. Keeping up with three was hard enough. Still, they were determined to see to that dream come true. That's how Hayden came along, four years after after his older sister Aria. Both of his parents showered baby Hayden with love, especially his father, whom Hayden looked just like.
Hayden was completely oblivious to his mother's life at first, but when he was four, he finally became aware of it. He was out with his dad after a baseball game (Hayden and Brendan were big Cubs fans) when a car came towards them. Hayden would find out later that the driver of the car was an enemy to his mom. His father saw no way out of the situation, so Brendan threw himself over his son to protect him when the car collided with the other. Hayden survived the attack. His father did not.
The family was torn up when Brendan died. Valerie saw to it personally that lives were taken in revenge to her husband's death and she became distant, especially to Hayden. He didn't know why she acted that way. At four years old, he figured he must have done something bad and deserved it. He even made an apology card for her, hoping she'll forgive him. But she remained cold.
The reason she acted that way was because Hayden was an exact replica of his father and looking at him was painful for her. When he got old enough to understand that and his mother's pain, Hayden wished he could do something to make her happy again. He secretly wished his father hadn't thrown himself over him to protect him. Had Hayden been the one that died, his father would have been there to comfort his mom and eventually make more babies to replace Hayden.
With his mother being so distant, Hayden's older brother Bronx raised him. It wasn't so bad...Hayden got away with a lot as a kid which helped shape his odd sense of humor. His older sisters tried to teach him to behave, but with Bronx and his mother not around in his life, he grew up always pulling pranks and cracking jokes. It was his way of trying to fill the emptiness dad left behind. It was his way of blocking out the sound of mom crying in her office. It was his escape.
When Bronx was old enough, he began to train to become the next mob boss. Bored with his brother's intellectual new outlook on life, Hayden picked up a new hobby: playing guitar. He taught himself, since...who else would? Hayden spent a lot of time out of the house, either with friends or in the park with his guitar.
Everyone in the family was going their seperate ways. Bronx was spending more and more time with mom for training. Miranda started her job in the same police department her father used to work in. Aria was in college for child education since Aria was a sweet girl and wanted nothing to do with the violence involved in her family. Where was Hayden to go?
Then along came Luke.
Luke Moretti was supposed to just be another of his mother's henchmen, but Luke wasn't a bad looking guy and he caught the eye of long widowed Valerie. It wasn't long until the two started going to dinner, then cuddling, then kissing, then giving each other long loving looks that Hayden has seen his mother give his father when he was little...
And when Hayden was fifteen, they were married. At first, Hayden was opposed to the idea. He felt that Luke was barging in and taking his father's place. But when he saw how Luke made his mother smile, he forced himself to accept it. Then he had to accept his mother was pregnant. Nine months later, Hayden looked down at his twin step sisters, Brooke and Katy. When he looked into their adorable, dark eyes, Hayden because to really accept everything. Maybe this would be a beginning to a good life.
But then Aria was killed. In June of 2010, Aria's body was found, riddled with bullets to try and get Valerie to let her guard down and break her down mentally. Valerie was devastated with her daughter's death; Aria was as innocent as a baby lamb as this death wasn't supposed to happen to her. However, Valerie did not react as her enemies wanted her to. Rather, she passed the leadership on to her oldest son, Bronx. Then, she, Luke, the twins and Hayden moved to a subdivision far away from their mansion-like home in Chicago for everyone's safety.
But the damage was already done for Hayden. He was taken from his friends. His father died. His sister died. All of this was his mother's fault. Now, he wanted nothing to do with her. He didn't want to be near her or associated with her. So, he went to his mother and asked if he could be sent to a different high school than the one he was attending in the sleepy Illinois town they were in. He had already done his research and he came upon an average looking one in North Carolina. He only liked it because it was nice and far away. Valerie was confused at her son's request as it had come out of nowhere, but she granted it.
So, Valerie got all the kids she wanted and the quiet suburb life she'd dreamed of...and Hayden got his distance and the new beginning he wanted in Riverdale, North Carolina.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: tina
Other Characters: jennah and natalia
Age: 16
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:
"Right, so here it is," He said, trying to put his ancient car in park. The gears wouldn't shift. "Wait. Hang on..." Shea muttered cusses under his breath as he beat the stick to shift into park with the heel of his hand. When it finally clicked into place, he smiled a little and looked up at Sawyer, "Okay. C'mon." He kicked the door of his car open because the car handle didn't work anymore. He didn't bother undoing his seat belt...because there were no seat belts in his old hunk of junk.
"Keep close, now," Shea warned Sawyer, leaving her to follow him and carry her own bags. "You're new and unarmed. People will try to mug you."
They weren't in her nice little neighborhood anymore. Not even close. Shea had taken "Princess" Sawyer out of her comfort zone and into his. He had taken her to the slums, where he was king. He was a respected and loved con and hit man. He took care of everyone that lived in these slums by robbing the rich people and pawning their stuff and handing out cash to those who needed it the most. He killed anyone who got in the way of that or anyone who was hurting his third class brethren. It was hard to explain, but these people that society chose to ignore...they were his family.
Now...why was a young rich girl here? Shouldn't she be at a country club mingling with the fortunate? Probably. But Shea had challenged her to a week in slum life. He didn't think she could do it. She'd probably bail tomorrow morning. He'd understand...but he'd still make fun of her.
Well, he'd prbably make fun of her no matter what. After all, she was afraid of guns! She'd better get over that fear. His neighbor liked to shoot his halucinations in the middle of the night. Shea had gotten good at sleeping through it.
"Okay. Rules. Rule number one," Shea said, his Irish accent putting a charming, foreign melody in his speech, "Not going anywhere without me. Ever." She'd get raped or killed. "Two, no going out after 11. 10 on weekends." If she did, she'd get raped or killed. "Three, you shouldn't completely trust anyone. You don't know anyone here but me." If she decided to go trust someone random, she'd get raped or killed. "Four, don't go anywhere without the pepper spray I gave you," If someone attacked and she didn't stun them, she'd get raped or killed. "Five, if anything happens to me, you run. You run faster than you ever have before and you call the police." If she just stood there, she would definitely get raped or killed. "Six, don't complain about anything when you're around other people. And don't complain loudly. If you complain around me...I don't care. I'll just ignore you." But other people would be offended and would see to it that they got revenge by raping and killing her. "Seven, you do everything I say. Don't question anything." That would save her from getting raped and killed.
He walked up the stoop of the apartment complex. The paint on the building was faded and some of the windows were broken. Shea opened the door. The place was even worse on the inside. It smelled of dust and mold. Sheridan didn't notice the scent, though. He was used to it. But any new comer would pick up on it. Shea stepped over the welcome mat on the inside and onto the wood floors. The floors creaked and groaned under his weight. It was kind of cold inside.
"I've told you everything...haven't I?" He muttered more to himself than her since his back was to her.
There actually was something he'd forgotten. The welcome mat wasn't there for a nice touch or to wipe your feet on. Underneath the welcome mat was a massive hole about the size of a human's upper thigh. This hole was known by everyone in the apartment complex. But to a newcomer, like Sawyer, it was completely unnoticed and impossible not to step on unless warned.
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