CALLAGHAN, Maureen Foley

CALLAGHAN, Maureen Foley Mar 24, 2011 12:37:34 GMT -5

Post by maureen on Mar 24, 2011 12:37:34 GMT -5

Match | 21 | Female | Moderate | PM
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MAUREEN FOLEY CALLAGHAN

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- Intelligent.
- Took Fight Training given by an unknown Demon Instructor.
- Can shoot a gun.
- Slightly stronger than a normal human.
- Secretive.
- Powerful.
- Manipulative.

WEAKNESSES

- A little brash.
- Spontaneous.
- Blunt.
- Afraid of certain Vampires.
- Goes a lot of hours without sleep on a routine basis.
- Can be sloppy.

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[/b] Maureen stand at five feet ten inches. She has deep auburn hair and green eyes with slight caramel specks in the very center of them. She weighs about a hundred and seventy eight pounds. Maureen has full lips, almond shaped eyes, and a long upturned nose. All features symmetrical in her face. Maureen has five tattoos and one piercing. The tattoo placements are on both wrists, her shoulder blade, her ankle, and one on the back of her neck. Her piercing [besides her ears] is in her nose. Maureen also wears glasses during the day.

PERSONALITY [please include several paragraphs of developed personality. Attitude towards life, how their personality affects their daily decisions, how they handle danger, adversity, how they act towards other people, etc. This is a chance for you to really flesh your character out and make them seem more like a real person and less like a clone of other characters. Minimum 3 long parapraghs.

LIKES

- Chinese Food.
- Fighting.
- Tattoos.
- Liquor.
- Cigarettes.
- Sex.
- Men.
- Night time.
- Having Money [which she never has.]
- Mexican Food.
- Winter.
- Boston.
- Ireland.
- Her Mother.
- The Color Purple.
- The Color Orange.

DISLIKES

- Vampires.
- Demons.
- Dying.
- Meat.
- Working.
- Being Broke.
- Losing.
- Being Dependant on anyone.
- Hospitals.
- Abuse.
- Having Responsibility.

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[/b](Please include - where they grew up and with who, where they live now, who they live with, how long they have gone to school, who they hang out with, what obstacles they've had to overcome in life, how they came to realize their powers, how they were sired, anything and everything to do with your character's history, really spend some time on this part. At least 3 long paragraphs required.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT We want to know how you are going to become involved here at Five By Five. Discuss your intended character plots/how they can fit in or interact with the other characters in the roleplay. Before accepting an application, we need to know that you have a clear direction on where you want your character.
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Eleven Years | No one | `The Irish Charm
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Taking a moment to overlook the bed and the dark bedroom, she arched a brow and sighed softly, moving forward to recover the warming window by the thick, dark curtain. Connor and her's room was completely different from her twin's room. It had some shades of color; splashes of orange and green but otherwise it was a deep, warming color of earth tones. Brunette washed oak furniture and black tapestry. Perhaps it wasn't exactly her fiancé's style, but if he had even the slightest infliction of a problem he could address it with her. She wasn't as hostile and control freakish as her dear sister was. At least, not that she knew of.

Mat sometimes pitied the poor boy that was to take her sister's hand in marriage. He had to deal with a lot. Including her sister's selective mood swings and immaturity; there was also the completely psychotic bear of a big brother her and Casey possessed. Matri was extremely close to Ciar, something that, probably baffled a lot of people. They appeared so different, didn't they? Well...they appeared. In all reality the resemblances between herself and her brother were, at times, quite remarkable. Ciar had always taken a special liking to the youngest McCarthy sibling anyhow, and it most times ended in her favor. Except for when the leadership in both of them got in the way and they butted heads. It was a quirk in her brother that she couldn't stand, let alone actually have enough sense to see it in herself, or perhaps she did see it and neglected to care.

Whatever it was, it didn't hinder their closeness; but her relationship with her brother could never compare to the one she had with her twin. Casey had been her favorite sibling and down right only confident for twenty five long years. The girl was probably the only other person in the world besides herself that knew everything about the woman. Sometimes, even better than Matri knew herself. Even more than that, Casey was willing to put up with the complete psychotic, manipulative, insane neuroses that was Matri McCarthy. She was a complicated woman, and perhaps that was putting it lightly. Her iron clad clamp on her emotions made it downright impossible for anyone that didn't know her to tell if something was wrong.

Not Casey though, Casey knew her sister, inside and out, and most of the time it made Matri feel almost as translucent as a window. Her normally opaque walls of security were completely defenseless with Casey, and no matter what the youngest twin did, her sister could detect flaws easily and more often than not, instantly. Casey was so very attuned to her sister that it was almost ridiculous for Casey to not notice the moment Matri's mood shifted. Matri just wasn't able to hide it to her twin sister, not anymore, and not even a lick as close as she is to hiding it to others. Connor wasn't even anywhere near as good as Casey was. Aside from him being a man, he had yet to attain the ability to sense the balance and off balance of the woman's mood, and with Matri's pride that more or less left her completely screwed sometimes.

Breaking herself from her thoughts as she snuck out of her room, she smirked to herself. It was a rarity that she was able to get out of bed without waking up Connor, and she was finding it hard to not be proud of herself. Her pale fingers ran over her tense shoulders with a slight wince as she drug out a deep breath. Matri was able to tell that she had slept wrong last night. It was obvious in both her shoulders and her back. Usually Matri had more or less full reign of the bed, mostly because she moved the most in her sleep, when she wasn't even aware of it. It seemed like last night she had done her best not to pop Connor in the face and she wondered vaguely if she had succeeded.

Coming out of the bathroom, she stopped for a moment, a light frown pressing to her lips. It had been the fourth consecutive morning in a row that she noticed it. Though she would definitely remember if it had happened, and it hadn't. Not in the little over a month that she had been equipped with this knowledge. So, Matri didn't know a whole lot about pregnancy, in fact she probably knew more about guns than she did the birthing cycle, but she still felt it a bit off, a bit odd with the lack of nausea. Lack of any kind of stomach sickness, be it morning, or right in the middle of the night. Nothing. Like the zygote that was supposed to be in her stomach was nonexistent.

Really, all in all...pregnancy scared the hell out of Matri. It was something she had never even thought she'd have to deal with. Let alone it being with someone who actually seemed like decent father material. Matri didn't exactly scream motherly type and even the most uneducated person on Matri would be able to vouch for that. She had spent so many years just 'having fun' and doing what she needed to do. Honestly, it wasn't too odd to see Matri using one of her boy toys, for however long of time she allowed. Another difference between her and her twin. Matri didn't FALL in love. Sometimes boys fell in love with her, and well..that was their own fault.

But Casey, well, if Matri had a thousand dollars for every time Casey believed she was in love with a member of the male species, Matri would probably be the richest girl this side of Southie. The girl was ridiculous when it came to throwing the sacred three word phrase around, and Matri always knew one day it would get Casey into trouble, she just didn't know it would have gotten both her AND her sister into quite big amounts of trouble. Matri had had her fair share of stalkers; just little boys who got too attached, nothing ever serious, and Mat always had a sinking feeling that she would have a bigger problem but she would have never ever expected it to come from one of Casey's former flames.

Michael James was one of New Yorkers former aristocrats; he was also probably New York's biggest douchebags. Which, was funny because Matri was pretty sure New York had seen its fair share of power hungry, womanizing, persuasive punk ass little bitch bastards; and without a doubt, Michael topped them all. Matri used to like the man, loosely. When she believed he actually possessed some kind of soul. It had been a very long time since Matri had been dazed into that mirage. A very long time since Matri could tolerate the man. Casey had been head over fucking heels in love with said douchebag for a whole agonizing six years. Not consecutively of course, but six years was a long time in any case. A long time to put up with the mental and emotional torture that was Mikey James.

Matri felt incredibly guilty for everything that had happened, even if it hadn't necessarily been her fault, she felt as if it was. Everything the deranged psychopath put Casey through, and even now, as her mind forced itself to think on it, she was feeling sick. NOW nausea decided to wash over her in waves, and tiny pinpricks of hot, rage fueled tears threatened to brink to the surface. Maybe the thoughts wouldn't have been so bad if they were old. Old wounds covered with the healing power of time, but no, very real, and very fresh events had pressed against the stitched up wounds and had torn them right back open. Gaping holes that bled freely, deeply without staunch.

Michael had made the very unquestionable decision to rub shoulders with the only real power Southie had to offer in the form of crime and who just so happened to be Casey and Matri's ex bosses son...even worse than that; Simply Matri's ex in general. The two most sickest and demented psychopaths, both with the demeanor to match some of the world's most meek people. They terrorized both sets of twins for months, months into which until up to two months ago, both girls could have considered having been lucky. The brief and somewhat explosive brush up on history instantly made Matri shut her eyes, forgetting for a long moment that she had been standing in the kitchen, forgetting that she had been cooking or even without the faintest awareness that her soon to be brother-in-law had spoken to her.

Thankful for the instant distraction that was Casey and her son, Merrick; Matri instantly pulled a smile onto her face and nodded simply, deciding against even asking Murphy to repeat himself. "Mornin' Case." Her voice a bit dead and monotone, she cringed, her jaw tensing and shaking it off, moving to flip the bacon over despite her jittery hands, both from the instant bout of rage coursing through her and her own fierce determination to neither cry or vomit by her own screwed up, haunting thoughts. Deciding to force them away, she pressed her lips together and her hazel gaze shot to her sister as Casey moved towards the microwave. "Oy!"

Sighing a bit, she abandoned her post at the stove and crossed to round the island, ending up by Murphy's side, far away from the microwave's radiation, playing good little pregnant woman, at least for the moment. Hearing her sister, she cleared her throat and raised a hand to point to each burner on the stove as she spoke. "Bacon, Eggs, a bi' o' hash browns, an' probably some sor' o' fruit. Grapes, o' watermelon, Case?" Smiling lightly at her twin before clapping Murphy on the back as the microwave beeped to announce Merrick's breakfast finished and the signal that it was safe for Matri to return to the breakfast foods backing on the fire.

Yawning softly, Matri flicked a few stands of hair from her face, her shortest layer and bangs warmed up from the escaping heat from the sizzling pan, she placed a hand on her hip, her right hand chopping the almost finished eggs into bits, scrambling them instantly before hearing the presence of her fiancé and her face lighting up immediately; grinning at the sound of his voice. Smiling a bit at her sister and shrugging. "May'e the sun wo'e up Murph?" Winking at Murphy for a moment before she shrugged. "Beginnin' o' Fall, Casey...all the trees loosin' their lea'es...no' a whole lo' o' filtah anymo'e from the sun."

Tipping her head up and around a bit as Connor spoke to her, she smiled, tapping him softly with the end of her spatula and leaning into the arm around her waist in one swift movement. "Goo' mornin' lad." Her eyes closing softly to his kiss as he managed to interrupt her from her trek of cooking, the spatula falling to the counter adjacent to him and her hands going up to his chest, shaking her hair back once more and moving to kiss him softly on the cheek, her hands squeezing his abdomen a bit as he spoke and she giggled out softly, one hand raising to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the scruff on his jawline.

"Well o' course the'es so'e fer yeh lo'ie, wha' kin'a fiancée woul' ah be then i' yeh go' lef' ou'?" Smirking and wrapping her fingers around his neck to pull at a tuft of hair, forcing his head down just an inch as her lips pressed firmly to his, body meshing with his for a long moment before pulling back slowly, her forehead meeting his as she all but whispered out. "Unless o' course yeh plan tah kee' me hostage 'ere as yeh a'e an' yer foo' ge' burned, lad." Arching a brow as she opened one eye, giving him a knowing smirk and broke from him, her hand coming around behind herself and patting him on the behind, swatting him away from the stove as she turned off the burners, beginning to grab plates from the cupboard to dish out the steaming food.
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