Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 27, 2010 11:51:44 GMT -5
Name: Caelen Ervine
Country of Origin: Ireland
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Affiliation: Citizen (though he runs a small Irish mob of his own)
Expertise: Drinking. Caelen is, to put it simply, a professional drunk.
But besides that, he owns a pub with his twin brother Duncan, and they are both very good with business, and keeping their area completely neutral for all the “families” in the area.
Personality: As stated before, Caelen is, in short, a drunk. He refuses to stay sober for any extended period of time because that means that the hangover that has been building up for years would hit like a load of bricks. However, he is a very happy drunk, and seems to be constantly in a good mood. He also appears to be a very lucid drunk, never really seeming like he’s drunk at all until he hits that “too much” point. When he is a little more inebriated than his usual buzz, Caelen has a tendency to become rather reckless. It is also at this point that he enjoys pulling pranks and acting, all in all, rather like a buffoon. He is also prone to rough-housing, though only with people that he is very close with - namely his twin, who he also sees as his best friend. Also, Caelen often seems to talk to creatures that are invisible to most people. He claims to have bribed a number of these creatures to keep his whiskey flask endlessly full. Whether or not these creatures exist, the Irishman does seem to have a never-ending supply of whisky on him at all times. Religiously, Caelen is more than a little confused. Part of him agrees with the Catholics of his homeland, but the other part sides with the Protestants. This simply leaves him confused, and loathe to talk about religion at all. Caelen will eat almost anything, as he seems to have burned off his taste buds through endless drinking.
Appearance: Caelen is a fairly tall, well-built man. He is lean and wiry, but muscled as well and very strong despite his appearances. His skin is pale and covered with freckles - absolutely everywhere. His hair is dark red and falls to around his shoulders. Usually, he wears his hair down, but sometimes - especially when he’s drinking - he pulls it back into a loose ponytail. The red of his hair is a slightly darker shade than his brother’s. The same red sometimes stubbles his cheek and chin when he has neglected it for too long. His eyes are a bright emerald green, the only other part of his physical appearance that is different from his twins. Typically, he wears a pair of baggy pants and an overly-large shirt. Comfort is foremost in his mind. There is a flask of whiskey by his side at all times.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
--Tolerance - for alcohol mostly, but this brings on a tolerance for bad tastes and pain, because he’s usually buzzed enough to dull most of his senses.
--Physical - now, he’s not the strongest person in the world, but he’s used to heavy lifting and wrestling with his twin, so he has built up a fair amount of muscle.
--Marksmanship - he’s great with a gun, and therefore a great shot, able to make most shots without a problem, but only when drunk. He’s shite when he’s sober.
Weaknesses
--Perpetually drunk - while this may seem like a strength, it really isn’t because it does, after all, dull a lot of his sense.
--Idiocy - with the drunkenness comes a certain amount of idiocy, and while he is sometimes very profound and poetic, he is more likely to say something stupid and unnecessary.
--Self-doubt - despite how boisterous and self-confident he seems, he’s actually never really sure of himself, always in a constant conflict with different parts of himself.
--Slight lunacy - he talks to imaginary, invisible creatures. Enough said.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Alcohol
--Rough-housing
--Whiskey
--A lack of actual, serious fights
--Guinness
--the colors orange and green
--Wide open fields
--Folklore
--His twin
--His fae friends
Dislikes
--Big cities
--Being sober
--Large-scale battles
--Religious discussion
--being called a liar
--His twin…
Quirks
--When in doubt, he drinks from his handy-dandy flask, just to pass the time, or kill the pain, or even… well… because it’s there.
--While thinking, he tends to rub at his beard - even if it’s not actually there at the time
--Gets louder the drunker he gets, and more opinionated as well
--Carries around a four-leaf clover in his pocket, just for luck
--He sometimes talks to himself in Gaelic
Phobias
--Triskaidekaphobia - he is afraid of the number 13
--Short people - he claims to have had a bad run-in with a dwarf-like fae when he was little
--Losing his brother - Duncan is the only thing he really has in the world, and is, quite literally, his other half
History:
Caelen is one half of the result of a union gone wrong. His father met his mother when they were both young and foolish, and one night of mischief together brought about a long and hard pregnancy - made all the harder by the fact that the woman gave birth to twins.
As his mother was unable to take care of two children and his father needed to return to his homeland of Ireland, the man generously offered to take one of the twins and care for him, despite his own economic troubles.
And thus Caelen was raised in Ireland by his father.
He was raised without the knowledge of his twin, but throughout his young life, Caelen always felt like there was a part of himself missing. Sometimes, he would feel happy when he should be sad, or angry when he had been laughing moments before, and he would get glimpses of something happening somewhere else. Whenever he tried to explain these sensations to his father, though, he would be told that it was the devil's work and be subjected to an exorcism.
Caelen's father was a very Catholic man, and raised Caelen as such. However, Caelen never really cared for a lot of his father's methods. He was himself often labeled as something of a devil child because, as he grew older, he began to talk to thin air, and claimed that he was speaking to some of the fae of the island. His wild stories also earned him punishment in various forms.
And while he loved his father for raising him, Caelen never liked the man. Which is why, when he was sixteen, he ran away from home and tried to convert to Protestantism, unable to be without a God for some reason.
But the Protestants were just as bad, though in a different way. Very soon, Caelen gave up on that and turned to alcohol as a religion.
Very quickly, Caelen became known very well as the local drunk. Which was a title that he was quite proud of. After a while, though, it got boring just drinking at the same place every day. And there was something nagging at the back of Caelen's mind.
While still with his father, he had somehow managed to find out his mother's location from the man. She was in Scotland. And as he had always wanted to meet her, Caelen decided one day, out of the blue, when he was 21 years old, to go over there. Through careful asking and placement of the name he had heard his father use, he was able to find her.
And his twin brother - a mirror reflection of himself, with slightly brighter red hair and lighter green eyes.
Almost immediately, he hated the other young man. Who was he to have the same face as him? And the same mother? But after a few months spent in his company, the twin - Duncan - started to grow on Caelen, and he soon realized that this was the reason he had always had flashes of other emotions in his life.
He lived there in Scotland with them for a good two years and found himself a lot happier now that he had found his other half. When they were both 24, though, their mother died from a serious illness. Deciding to start a new life now that they had each other, they set off for America. Ellis Island was hell, yes, and they both claimed the same surname at customs - Ervine, because it was more convincing than Caelen's Irish surname. After years of struggle, they managed to work up enough money to open a successful pub.
As gang fights and mafia turf wars escalated, the twins labeled their pub as a "neutral zone", thus earning themselves the right to cater to absolutely everyone in the city.
Sample/Character Introduction:
With a heart-wrenching sigh, Caelen looked forlornly at the empty bottle of Guinness sitting in front of him. Oh, there was nothing worse in this world than an empty bottle of Guinness. Except for, perhaps, and empty whiskey flask. But truly the lack of a delicious beer was something to be mourned, at least for a short while.
However, his period of mourning was cut even shorter by a loud thud from the apartment that was just above the bar that he and Duncan owned, followed by a string of curses in a voice that was perfectly unmistakable. And it was fairly easy to tell, from those two simple sounds, that Duncan had just woken up and was thoroughly hungover.
Now, a hungover Scotsman is a sight to behold because, unlike ordinary people, a Scotsman can hold his liquor. Which means that he drinks more, and the aforementioned hangover then becomes exponentially worse.
Caelen theorized that a hungover Irishman would be even worse. But in order to prove this to his twin, he would have to actually sober up long enough to get hungover, and that was not something he was about to do. Firstly, because being drunk was a very good state of being for him, and he’d rather like to keep it that way. And secondly, because it would be a very stupid thing to purposely cause himself pain like that.
And so, now that he knew his brother’s state of being, Caelen took a swig from his flask of whiskey and then set it on the table in such a place that Duncan would see it the moment he came downstairs. The only cure for a sudden lack of overindulgence in alcohol is a bit of alcohol, and Caelen knew that.
”Gonna be a good day,” he mused to himself, once again eyeing the empty Guinness bottle. ”So long’s I get meself anuther Guinness!” And with that, he did exactly as he said he would.
Country of Origin: Ireland
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Affiliation: Citizen (though he runs a small Irish mob of his own)
Expertise: Drinking. Caelen is, to put it simply, a professional drunk.
But besides that, he owns a pub with his twin brother Duncan, and they are both very good with business, and keeping their area completely neutral for all the “families” in the area.
Personality: As stated before, Caelen is, in short, a drunk. He refuses to stay sober for any extended period of time because that means that the hangover that has been building up for years would hit like a load of bricks. However, he is a very happy drunk, and seems to be constantly in a good mood. He also appears to be a very lucid drunk, never really seeming like he’s drunk at all until he hits that “too much” point. When he is a little more inebriated than his usual buzz, Caelen has a tendency to become rather reckless. It is also at this point that he enjoys pulling pranks and acting, all in all, rather like a buffoon. He is also prone to rough-housing, though only with people that he is very close with - namely his twin, who he also sees as his best friend. Also, Caelen often seems to talk to creatures that are invisible to most people. He claims to have bribed a number of these creatures to keep his whiskey flask endlessly full. Whether or not these creatures exist, the Irishman does seem to have a never-ending supply of whisky on him at all times. Religiously, Caelen is more than a little confused. Part of him agrees with the Catholics of his homeland, but the other part sides with the Protestants. This simply leaves him confused, and loathe to talk about religion at all. Caelen will eat almost anything, as he seems to have burned off his taste buds through endless drinking.
Appearance: Caelen is a fairly tall, well-built man. He is lean and wiry, but muscled as well and very strong despite his appearances. His skin is pale and covered with freckles - absolutely everywhere. His hair is dark red and falls to around his shoulders. Usually, he wears his hair down, but sometimes - especially when he’s drinking - he pulls it back into a loose ponytail. The red of his hair is a slightly darker shade than his brother’s. The same red sometimes stubbles his cheek and chin when he has neglected it for too long. His eyes are a bright emerald green, the only other part of his physical appearance that is different from his twins. Typically, he wears a pair of baggy pants and an overly-large shirt. Comfort is foremost in his mind. There is a flask of whiskey by his side at all times.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
--Tolerance - for alcohol mostly, but this brings on a tolerance for bad tastes and pain, because he’s usually buzzed enough to dull most of his senses.
--Physical - now, he’s not the strongest person in the world, but he’s used to heavy lifting and wrestling with his twin, so he has built up a fair amount of muscle.
--Marksmanship - he’s great with a gun, and therefore a great shot, able to make most shots without a problem, but only when drunk. He’s shite when he’s sober.
Weaknesses
--Perpetually drunk - while this may seem like a strength, it really isn’t because it does, after all, dull a lot of his sense.
--Idiocy - with the drunkenness comes a certain amount of idiocy, and while he is sometimes very profound and poetic, he is more likely to say something stupid and unnecessary.
--Self-doubt - despite how boisterous and self-confident he seems, he’s actually never really sure of himself, always in a constant conflict with different parts of himself.
--Slight lunacy - he talks to imaginary, invisible creatures. Enough said.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Alcohol
--Rough-housing
--Whiskey
--A lack of actual, serious fights
--Guinness
--the colors orange and green
--Wide open fields
--Folklore
--His twin
--His fae friends
Dislikes
--Big cities
--Being sober
--Large-scale battles
--Religious discussion
--being called a liar
--His twin…
Quirks
--When in doubt, he drinks from his handy-dandy flask, just to pass the time, or kill the pain, or even… well… because it’s there.
--While thinking, he tends to rub at his beard - even if it’s not actually there at the time
--Gets louder the drunker he gets, and more opinionated as well
--Carries around a four-leaf clover in his pocket, just for luck
--He sometimes talks to himself in Gaelic
Phobias
--Triskaidekaphobia - he is afraid of the number 13
--Short people - he claims to have had a bad run-in with a dwarf-like fae when he was little
--Losing his brother - Duncan is the only thing he really has in the world, and is, quite literally, his other half
History:
Caelen is one half of the result of a union gone wrong. His father met his mother when they were both young and foolish, and one night of mischief together brought about a long and hard pregnancy - made all the harder by the fact that the woman gave birth to twins.
As his mother was unable to take care of two children and his father needed to return to his homeland of Ireland, the man generously offered to take one of the twins and care for him, despite his own economic troubles.
And thus Caelen was raised in Ireland by his father.
He was raised without the knowledge of his twin, but throughout his young life, Caelen always felt like there was a part of himself missing. Sometimes, he would feel happy when he should be sad, or angry when he had been laughing moments before, and he would get glimpses of something happening somewhere else. Whenever he tried to explain these sensations to his father, though, he would be told that it was the devil's work and be subjected to an exorcism.
Caelen's father was a very Catholic man, and raised Caelen as such. However, Caelen never really cared for a lot of his father's methods. He was himself often labeled as something of a devil child because, as he grew older, he began to talk to thin air, and claimed that he was speaking to some of the fae of the island. His wild stories also earned him punishment in various forms.
And while he loved his father for raising him, Caelen never liked the man. Which is why, when he was sixteen, he ran away from home and tried to convert to Protestantism, unable to be without a God for some reason.
But the Protestants were just as bad, though in a different way. Very soon, Caelen gave up on that and turned to alcohol as a religion.
Very quickly, Caelen became known very well as the local drunk. Which was a title that he was quite proud of. After a while, though, it got boring just drinking at the same place every day. And there was something nagging at the back of Caelen's mind.
While still with his father, he had somehow managed to find out his mother's location from the man. She was in Scotland. And as he had always wanted to meet her, Caelen decided one day, out of the blue, when he was 21 years old, to go over there. Through careful asking and placement of the name he had heard his father use, he was able to find her.
And his twin brother - a mirror reflection of himself, with slightly brighter red hair and lighter green eyes.
Almost immediately, he hated the other young man. Who was he to have the same face as him? And the same mother? But after a few months spent in his company, the twin - Duncan - started to grow on Caelen, and he soon realized that this was the reason he had always had flashes of other emotions in his life.
He lived there in Scotland with them for a good two years and found himself a lot happier now that he had found his other half. When they were both 24, though, their mother died from a serious illness. Deciding to start a new life now that they had each other, they set off for America. Ellis Island was hell, yes, and they both claimed the same surname at customs - Ervine, because it was more convincing than Caelen's Irish surname. After years of struggle, they managed to work up enough money to open a successful pub.
As gang fights and mafia turf wars escalated, the twins labeled their pub as a "neutral zone", thus earning themselves the right to cater to absolutely everyone in the city.
Sample/Character Introduction:
With a heart-wrenching sigh, Caelen looked forlornly at the empty bottle of Guinness sitting in front of him. Oh, there was nothing worse in this world than an empty bottle of Guinness. Except for, perhaps, and empty whiskey flask. But truly the lack of a delicious beer was something to be mourned, at least for a short while.
However, his period of mourning was cut even shorter by a loud thud from the apartment that was just above the bar that he and Duncan owned, followed by a string of curses in a voice that was perfectly unmistakable. And it was fairly easy to tell, from those two simple sounds, that Duncan had just woken up and was thoroughly hungover.
Now, a hungover Scotsman is a sight to behold because, unlike ordinary people, a Scotsman can hold his liquor. Which means that he drinks more, and the aforementioned hangover then becomes exponentially worse.
Caelen theorized that a hungover Irishman would be even worse. But in order to prove this to his twin, he would have to actually sober up long enough to get hungover, and that was not something he was about to do. Firstly, because being drunk was a very good state of being for him, and he’d rather like to keep it that way. And secondly, because it would be a very stupid thing to purposely cause himself pain like that.
And so, now that he knew his brother’s state of being, Caelen took a swig from his flask of whiskey and then set it on the table in such a place that Duncan would see it the moment he came downstairs. The only cure for a sudden lack of overindulgence in alcohol is a bit of alcohol, and Caelen knew that.
”Gonna be a good day,” he mused to himself, once again eyeing the empty Guinness bottle. ”So long’s I get meself anuther Guinness!” And with that, he did exactly as he said he would.
