Post by Caelan Liddane on Oct 3, 2008 6:06:45 GMT -5
Name: Caelan Liddane (Caolán Ó Loideáin)
Nickname(s): Shorty, Bookworm
Age: 18
D.O.B.: October 25th
Race: Human - Caucasian
Nationality: Irish/American
Appearance:
Caelan is incredibly tiny, standing at a towering five feet exactly and weighing in at a whopping 99 pounds. Despite his tiny frame, he displays feminine curves of which he’s not exactly pleased with; such as the shapely legs nine out of ten people would guess belonged to Eva Longoria Parker. His messy, shoulder length, raven locks are down unless he’s reading – which is 95.7% of the time – in which case he pulls it loosely behind his head. Icy, baby blue eyes stand out from under his luxurious, sooty lashes set on alabaster, porcelain smooth skin. Over those piercing eyes are a pair of thick, square-rimmed glasses; making his already wide eyes look just a little bigger. He has a single piercing in his right ear, to symbolize the sexuality he silently harbors and would never admit to under pain of death. You’ll never catch him without the tiny, bejeweled black cross hanging from its fragile silver chain around his neck.
Occupation:
Works part time in a small coffee shop in accompaniment to being a full-time college student, taking courses online.
History:
“Lying is a sin, Caelan!”
“If you look at those things, you’ll go to hell.”
“Mama and God areal you need to worry about, Caelan.”
From an early age, Caelan Liddane was taught that God was a mighty, fearful being. From the moment he understood what was being said to him, the “love of God” was pushed down his throat like food unto a starving man.
His mother liked to teach him that the only things important in life were his faith, his God, and what she thought of him.
And that’s how he was brought up. When his father left at the tender age of six, his mother assured him not to worry: God would always be his father, and always love him as long as he stayed true to his faith. Naturally, this was what he believed.
If you loved God, feared him, and abstained from Sin, nothing could go wrong.
Unfortunately, Caelan had also always been brilliant. He learned to read at three; soon surpassing other children his age. His first real book - given to him by his mother - My First Bible, was finished quickly and set aside to make way for things he found more interesting; more challenging. While his peers picked up Dr. Seuss, Caelan thumbed through encyclopedias and abridged versions of Shakespeare. Very, very early on, the boy fell in love with literature… a love he would carry with him throughout the rest of his life. Later in life, books would be his escape from the reality he refused to accept. It’s on seldom occasion that you’d find him, then and now, without a book in hand.
When you mix knowledge with faith, however, things tend to go astray.
The things he believed in were so often contradicted by the things he read. His mother, of course, didn’t hesitate to tell him it was Satan’s work; to lead him away from the love of the Lord.
When it came down to the core, what should he do – listen to the rest of the world, or listen to her?
More often than not, he listened to her – a big part of why he now has the exuberant number of phobias that plague him. Bugs, snakes, strangers, knives, heights, tight spaces, bacteria… you name it, it freaks him out.
When Caelan turned nine, something strange happened.
His celibate mother became pregnant.
Nine months later, a little boy with Down syndrome would be born.
Three weeks after they were all home, Caelan would silently watch in fear as his baby brother was drowned in his evening bath water.
“He was Satan’s baby, Caelan,” she’d say to him, the deranged look in her eyes that appeared so often it had become normalcy. “He was a demon. Now I’ve cleansed his soul and sent him to Heaven, to live with the angels.”
Needless to say, his mother had problems; most having developed after his father walked out.
Years later, he would learn of the rape that only gave her more, including the child she feared was the antichrist.
Aside from that incident, Caelan led a normal life as a normal kid. He attended public school despite his above-average intelligence, which was where he met his best friend Maarjä; the only person he believed really understood him. They played together, studied together, even went to church together in spite of Maarjä’s lack of religion. The two were inseparable since the day they met and that much has yet to change.
During his mid junior high years was when he began to question his sexuality. Although he has yet to develop any interest in women and has frequent forbidden thoughts of the same gender, he has never seriously dated, male nor female; and often tries to convince himself that God will ready him for women when it is time for him to marry.
Maarjä, of course, was quick to notice otherwise; regularly informing him that God would love him even if he did like men. The more he denied it, the more she pressed it, so much to the point that she took him out drinking one night and the next morning, he would wake with his one and only piercing.
At seventeen, he realized that public school was just not for him anymore. It held no challenges, no excitement, no anything. With a long bout of research and a good amount of letter writing, he landed himself a transfer to Novena Academy; bidding his mother goodbye and investing in a studio apartment in Gables, where he now resides with his black, seven-toed cat Edward.
He has since graduated from Novena and is taking college courses to fulfill his long-standing dream of becoming a Professor of English Literature.
Adores: Cats, school, books (especially Twilight), horror movies, the occult, classical music, girly clothes, keeping to himself, church, true love, Maarjä
Abhors: Drinking, parties or any other related social gatherings, being picked on, all his phobias, his nervousness around members of the same gender, loud noises, excessive PDA, his glasses
Nickname(s): Shorty, Bookworm
Age: 18
D.O.B.: October 25th
Race: Human - Caucasian
Nationality: Irish/American
Appearance:
Caelan is incredibly tiny, standing at a towering five feet exactly and weighing in at a whopping 99 pounds. Despite his tiny frame, he displays feminine curves of which he’s not exactly pleased with; such as the shapely legs nine out of ten people would guess belonged to Eva Longoria Parker. His messy, shoulder length, raven locks are down unless he’s reading – which is 95.7% of the time – in which case he pulls it loosely behind his head. Icy, baby blue eyes stand out from under his luxurious, sooty lashes set on alabaster, porcelain smooth skin. Over those piercing eyes are a pair of thick, square-rimmed glasses; making his already wide eyes look just a little bigger. He has a single piercing in his right ear, to symbolize the sexuality he silently harbors and would never admit to under pain of death. You’ll never catch him without the tiny, bejeweled black cross hanging from its fragile silver chain around his neck.
Occupation:
Works part time in a small coffee shop in accompaniment to being a full-time college student, taking courses online.
History:
“Lying is a sin, Caelan!”
“If you look at those things, you’ll go to hell.”
“Mama and God areal you need to worry about, Caelan.”
From an early age, Caelan Liddane was taught that God was a mighty, fearful being. From the moment he understood what was being said to him, the “love of God” was pushed down his throat like food unto a starving man.
His mother liked to teach him that the only things important in life were his faith, his God, and what she thought of him.
And that’s how he was brought up. When his father left at the tender age of six, his mother assured him not to worry: God would always be his father, and always love him as long as he stayed true to his faith. Naturally, this was what he believed.
If you loved God, feared him, and abstained from Sin, nothing could go wrong.
Unfortunately, Caelan had also always been brilliant. He learned to read at three; soon surpassing other children his age. His first real book - given to him by his mother - My First Bible, was finished quickly and set aside to make way for things he found more interesting; more challenging. While his peers picked up Dr. Seuss, Caelan thumbed through encyclopedias and abridged versions of Shakespeare. Very, very early on, the boy fell in love with literature… a love he would carry with him throughout the rest of his life. Later in life, books would be his escape from the reality he refused to accept. It’s on seldom occasion that you’d find him, then and now, without a book in hand.
When you mix knowledge with faith, however, things tend to go astray.
The things he believed in were so often contradicted by the things he read. His mother, of course, didn’t hesitate to tell him it was Satan’s work; to lead him away from the love of the Lord.
When it came down to the core, what should he do – listen to the rest of the world, or listen to her?
More often than not, he listened to her – a big part of why he now has the exuberant number of phobias that plague him. Bugs, snakes, strangers, knives, heights, tight spaces, bacteria… you name it, it freaks him out.
When Caelan turned nine, something strange happened.
His celibate mother became pregnant.
Nine months later, a little boy with Down syndrome would be born.
Three weeks after they were all home, Caelan would silently watch in fear as his baby brother was drowned in his evening bath water.
“He was Satan’s baby, Caelan,” she’d say to him, the deranged look in her eyes that appeared so often it had become normalcy. “He was a demon. Now I’ve cleansed his soul and sent him to Heaven, to live with the angels.”
Needless to say, his mother had problems; most having developed after his father walked out.
Years later, he would learn of the rape that only gave her more, including the child she feared was the antichrist.
Aside from that incident, Caelan led a normal life as a normal kid. He attended public school despite his above-average intelligence, which was where he met his best friend Maarjä; the only person he believed really understood him. They played together, studied together, even went to church together in spite of Maarjä’s lack of religion. The two were inseparable since the day they met and that much has yet to change.
During his mid junior high years was when he began to question his sexuality. Although he has yet to develop any interest in women and has frequent forbidden thoughts of the same gender, he has never seriously dated, male nor female; and often tries to convince himself that God will ready him for women when it is time for him to marry.
Maarjä, of course, was quick to notice otherwise; regularly informing him that God would love him even if he did like men. The more he denied it, the more she pressed it, so much to the point that she took him out drinking one night and the next morning, he would wake with his one and only piercing.
At seventeen, he realized that public school was just not for him anymore. It held no challenges, no excitement, no anything. With a long bout of research and a good amount of letter writing, he landed himself a transfer to Novena Academy; bidding his mother goodbye and investing in a studio apartment in Gables, where he now resides with his black, seven-toed cat Edward.
He has since graduated from Novena and is taking college courses to fulfill his long-standing dream of becoming a Professor of English Literature.
Adores: Cats, school, books (especially Twilight), horror movies, the occult, classical music, girly clothes, keeping to himself, church, true love, Maarjä
Abhors: Drinking, parties or any other related social gatherings, being picked on, all his phobias, his nervousness around members of the same gender, loud noises, excessive PDA, his glasses