Post by Conall Iain Fitzgerald on Nov 30, 2014 10:29:43 GMT -6
CONALL IAIN FITZGERALDBASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Conall Fitzgerald
Nickname/Aliases: Connie; if anyone outside of his immediate family uses this name, they will have a broken face.
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 12th
Age: 34
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: Irish
Affiliation: Greenwich
Wealth Status: moderately wealthy
Residence: Greenwich
Occupation:Cesare's Inner Circle
Wand: 13", boomslang venom, ash, unyieldingPERSONALITY
General Description: This doesn't need to be super long, just a brief kind of description to how your character acts around people.
Goals/Ambitions: To provide for his family; supplant Cesare's son as his successor; win his wife back.
Worst Fear: To have everything that he's worked for come crashing down around him, especially if it is at his family's expense.
Likes:goodirishwhiskey; sleeping in; venting his frustrations via his fists; a day's hard work; good music; dancing, especially with his daughter; spending time with his sister; snuggling in bed; smoking; a good fight.
Dislikes: being away from his family; Vivian's departure; being still for too long; cheap liquor, and that crap they pass off as Tennessee whiskey; spending too much time alone; incompetence; the way the suffragette movement makes a target of women.
Strengths: (Please provide at least three)
Weaknesses: (Please provide at least three)
Habits:FAMILY & PETS
- Patraig Fitzgerald, father
- Patricia Fitzgerald, sister
- Vivian Fitzgerald, wife
- Fionn Fitzgerald, daughter
HISTORY
(This section should either contain paragraphs or detailed bullets. Length is not an issue as we understand that a character’s history can also be developed overtime during gameplay! You can always modify sections of the history later!)ABOUT YOU
Your Name:
Kat
Age:
26
What sort of stories do you like to play?
Painful. Ones.
How can we, as staff, help ensure that your experience on this site is enjoyable?
Keep doing you.
What’s the extent of your roleplaying experience?
-pulls out a dusty tome- Well...
Other Characters: Rosalynn Ethel Martin (thanks to the winter promotion don't need to prove thread! woo!)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
drip, drip, drip.
It wasn't until the last drop of water landed that Conall Fitzgerald paid it any mind; the dirty rain water - seeping in through the roof - had landed in his coffee. Well. It was more whiskey than coffee at this point, but it was masked enough that he stood a chance of draining the damn cup before his sister could wrest it from him. If she came over, and if she got close enough to realize what was in the coffee, anyway. Paddy was a good sister, but her current meddling in his affairs was driving Conall to distraction. With a sigh, Conall sat back; savoring the discomfort of wooden slats from the back of the chair digging into his spine. Today was his daughter's fourteenth birthday, and although Conall had sent a letter and a gift, he had no idea where his little girl was even celebrating.
Leaned back against the chair, it took only a slight tip of the head to see the water stain that had spread on the ceiling. He really should fix that; after all, he was in construction. Maintaining the house should be easy; of course, it would require more than living in just the kitchen and the spare bedroom. Something Conall wasn't entirely sure he was up to doing. The room was sufficient for himself, or for the occasional tart who followed him home to camouflage just how much of a weakness Vivian Fitzgerald was. Still. If he ever wanted his wife to set foot in this house again it was going to need a good cleaning anyway. Might as well keep up with the repairs, too.
Conall's fingers toyed with one of the freshly-rolled cigarettes laying on the table; he'd worked on the during "breakfast", and had yet to fill his cigarette case. It was tempting to light one up in here, but the smell of smoke had been another thing his wife had been stern about.
God, he'd managed to somehow fuck up.
Where had he gone wrong? Everything, everything he had done had always been in the pursuit of a better life for his family. Filling their bellies with food, putting warm clothes on their back, a roof over their head; and then keeping them safe. Conall's very ambition was a stepping stone to the life Vivian and Fionn deserved. Yet something had been missing, had disintegrated...something. Because it had been nearly twelve months since the last time he'd seen his wife. Nearly twenty-four months, since he'd seen his daughter. The occasional letter too and from Warren wasn't enough. Sending a gift and warm regards was not enough. Conall wanted to tease his daughter over the dinner table, and coax a knowing smile from his beautiful wife. He missed the easy awareness of his sleeping child, safe and sound down the hall. Ached to wrap his arms around Vivian as she slept, to breathe in the light scent of her shampoo and of her skin.
But they were gone.
Foregoing the coffee, Conall swept the cigarettes into their case, snapped it shut, and tucked it into his pocket. Until his Vivian and his Fionn returned, he would occupy himself with work; Cesare's, and his own.
Repairing this house wouldn't bring back his family, but it would be worth it when they were finally home.
