DUNFORD, JAMES L

[irish]

FULL NAME: james lir dunford
NICKNAMES: irish
GENDER: male
AGE: seventeen
BIRTHDAY: January 7th 1994
ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: junior

HAIR COLOR: dark brown
EYE COLOR: green
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 140lb
BODY TYPE: tall, thin and lanky
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his curly hair
PERSONAL STYLE: Irish’s style is super laid back. If it’s not comfortable he won’t wear it, he’s usually seen wearing a screened tee and jeans with a pair of worn chucks. He’s a very typical teenage boy, he’s not a fashion guy. his favorite clothing item is a leather hoodie.
PLAYED BY: Robert Sheehan

LIKES: drugs, sex, alcohol, music, art, partying, pissing people off, comic book (don’t tell anyone), swing sets, not having to apologies, his car, sleeping, peppermint bark, thunder storms, freckles.
DISLIKES: his father, fathers in general (for some reason they never like him), sensitive people, people who care about every little thing way too much, rules, authority, most people, boredom, apologizing, politics, hangovers, hospital and the list goes on and on.
STRENGTHS: he’s a very good artist, intelligence, he’s a great liar, he has a great sense of humor, loyalty, but only in friendships
WEAKNESSES: he’s terrified of failing, so he doesn’t try to accomplish anything, he very cocky, the boy couldn’t sugar coat his way out of a paper bag, talking about feelings and shit.
SECRETS: he’s actually got a dream or two, he’s likes comic books, he occasionally suffers from crippling migraine that leave him in the gutter for days
PERSONALITY SUMMARY: Irish inherited some of his father’s skills, he can be extremely charming and sly. He’s very good at getting what he wants, though he often doesn’t use his skills, he’s naturally charming, that’s not something he has to work at, but he tries not to use it for evil, you know it’d be against the super hero code. he rarely behaves appropriately and often gives of an air of stupidity and inadequacy in the general game of life, however he’s quite intelligent, he gets A’s in school without even trying. He’s highly inappropriate and full of himself, he often has nothing nice to say, but says it anyway, in fact it’s very difficult to find a moment when he doesn’t have anything to say. Irish isn’t a down right prick to people he often blankets it in a teasing tone, he uses humor as his bread and water, he lives, breaths and eats humor, it’s often difficult to get him to be completely serious. People often just write him off to be a prick, but honestly Irish has been through a lot in his life, it’s his safety blanket. He’s much more clever and resourceful than he pretends to be. He’s definitely not a sweet heart, but under his prick-ish demeanor he’s got some good qualities, but one would only see those if they stuck around through all the crap first.

He’s very loyal to those he cares about, but hasn’t care about much of anything for a long time. Chaos and calamity are essentially his middle name, he loves to party and everything that entails, he’ll show you a good time on the town. the boy doesn’t give a shit about anything and he rarely gets his feelings hurt, which make it impossible to understand why others do so often. he’s a prick and a whore, but you still just gotta love him. has the type of personality that you either love or absolutely hate, he’s a prick, he’s inappropriate, narcissistic and some would say mentally deficient. People love him or find him unbelievably annoying and unbearable. These people often are resistant to his charm and just focus on his unsavory traits, which really isn’t their fault since those are the traits he presents to people, you know being rude, inappropriate, pervy and just generally being an overall prick and a half.

Irish’s not a sugar coater, his sugar coating is like someone’s best effort to be as blunt and dickish as possible, he’s blunt and probably embellishes with mean antidotes, he finds comforting people to be difficult because people never seem to get that he’s trying to help. he’ll tell you the truth as blunt as the night sky is dark. Sometimes it’s what people need to hear, but that doesn’t mean that they want to hear it. He doesn’t want people knowing his shit, he has a hard time opening up to people he likes to believe the past is in the past so what does it really matter, he knows he’s not good with feelings, he doesn’t know how to open up even if he wanted to.

NATIONALITY: Irish
HOMETOWN: Portlaoise Ireland
PARENTS:
Gregory James Dunford, fifty-six, con artist, in prison
Laura Georgina Dunford, forty-nine , unknown
SIBLINGS:
Mary Furia Powers , twenty -eight
Theodore “teddy” Harrison Dunford, deceased
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
Jack Lealand Powers, thirty one, sister’s husband
Annabelle Jane Dunford, six, niece
Thyme Olivia Dunford, three, neice

HISTORY SUMMARY:
James Lir Dunford was born in Portlaoise Ireland on January 7th to Gregory and Laura Dunford. Gregory young in doing time in a Dublin prison for his work as a long term Con Man. He grew up the youngest of three children, his father’s profession kept them well provided for, they were loving the high life. That is until Greg got caught in a con, he was arrested and convicted quicker than you can say ‘daddy’s a criminal?’. Laura who knew about her husband’s profession ran off soon after the trial with as much of his stolen loot as she could, her whereabouts are unknown, none of the children have heard from her since. James was always a wild and inappropriate boy, he never followed rules and was always getting into trouble if it weren’t for the fact that he was a minor he’d have done jail time already, instead he’s had community service four times. Irish was only seven when his father went to jail and his mother left, his sister Mary raised her two younger brothers as best she could at the age of eighteen.

When James turned fourteen he met Jack Powers who gave him the nickname Irish, Jack was a Dublin local who worked as a detective. He was investigating the gang game undercover Irish’s nineteen year old brother Teddy was in that game. Teddy was caught on a drug run and ended up going to jail for six months. The day he got out he was murdered, the good boy Teddy was murdered. Everyone thought that it would be Irish, the reckless one. Irish spent quite a while wishing he could go back and take Ted’s place. Irish began to do drugs and hasn’t quite stopped since. Even though he wasn’t always responsible he stepped up when it came to helping Mary with her two girls, she’d tell you she wouldn’t have been able to do it without him. she was a single mother at the end of her rope with stress.

Irish introduced Mary to Jack and the two hit it off, they were married within a year. The two of them decided they needed to get out of Ireland for a while, to many bad memories. What’s better than a small American town? Irish of course went along since his sister and jack are his guardians. Once in the US Irish had a feeling of freedom, and got the chance to finally act like a highschool aged boy.

NAME: caroline
AGE: eighteen
GENDER: female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: about three or four
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
TIME ZONE: pacific standard time
MINIMUM WORD COUNT: 350 words
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
In all his years, Rafe couldn’t think of a time his parents had actually ever taken him somewhere he wanted to go, his birthday or otherwise. The tall sun deprived boy had always been a bit slow when it came to subtle innuendos, he was more an in your face type, though he was quite gifted with the ability to recognize sarcasm, which in his experience no many people were; even when you made it as obvious as possible people apparently only listened to the words not the inflection. After a few moments of trying to pinpoint a place he wanted to go that his parents took him he suddenly spoke “I don’t think it’s limited to birthdays” he shrugged “not for me anyway” he looked at her dumbly oblivious “unless it’s true for you, which would mean today was your birthday” a simple statement, he didn’t say it with any intention of it actually being her birthday or even with the thought it could be. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to go through the process of childbirth in such an unpleasant season; it’s hot enough without adding physical exertion on top of it. Of course thought’s it didn’t cross his mind that people didn’t plan for optimal birthing months, at least not most people, but he knew he’d be able to handle some screaming woman crushing his hand it there was a cool breeze in the air.

“no, Leprechaun’s aren’t paternal, they’re greedy little bastards” his distain was obvious, not that he tried to hide it “I’m talking about Leprechaun’s, you know indentured servants , tiny people looking things with big ears and eyes the size of soft balls” he said pushing his ears forward and then making goggles around his eyes “how come no one ever knows what I’m talking about” he said bemused. Quite honestly, he didn’t know why he never called them by their actual species name, except for the fact that it always seemed to escape his brain, as simple as it was. Rafe had run into a leprechaun once, the tiny annoying little shit kept kicking his shins until he handed over some gold, greedy bastard; nothing like the loving house elves that tucked him in and read him harrowing stories of wizards, goblins and dragons when he was little. No they definitely weren’t greedy, his parent kind of reminded him of that tiny man, throwing a hissy fit every moment he didn’t get what he wanted. If he ever saw that nuisance again he’d stomp it with a pure gold shoe, now that he was bigger and less afraid and his father’s watchful gaze wouldn’t be telling him not to and even if it were, he didn’t listen to him anymore anyway. He’d lost that right when he never took him to the zoo.

It was strange how people changed when he was young Rafe was a gentle sweetie that would never utter a foul word, the best game in the world was playing with rolly poly’s in the garden, granted he was five then and generally easily amused. That little boy had grown up into a rather talk man-boy who was put in detention every couple of hours for being too, well as his teachers put it he was just generally foul, but he knew they were just jealous of his youth and staggering beauty. He didn’t blame them if he’d fought in the crusades he’d probably be a bit bitter toward the young and beautiful as well. People disliked people they thought were ugly, but they loath the beautiful. Rafe had a hard time finding people who didn’t look like a total toad next to him, but he had to admit Ana could stand next to him and not dull in the slightest and he liked not having to worry about jealousy ruining their effortless budding friendship. If you asked him and gave him some Veritaserum, he’d have to admit he did enjoy aspects of his childhood, not all of it was complete torture after all sometime he still wished the house elves would make teapots dance around the house again, even if he could do it himself it seemed more magical when someone else did it for you.

A smile appeared on his face “tell them I have no doubt” he gesture toward a phantom in the alley “unless they put you in detention, then you’re screwed” he smiled deviously. He’d been told by various professors that if he didn’t shape up he’d be likely helpless in a fight against a dark wizard, little did they know he was well trained in dark magic at an early age. They really expected a boy from a long line of dark witches and wizards wouldn’t have black arts down. Tisk tisk. Course Rafe never let them or the long line of dark wizards and witches know that, so possibly that was some absolution regarding their thought process. Even so, that kind of ignorance and underestimation can get you killed, expect the unexpected right? An idiot can act like a genius, only a genius would act like an idiot. He nodded as she responded to his Socrates comment “yes they were, not that that’s changed much in “authority” figures” he shrugged, it was true he may not give half the professors as much trouble if they didn’t give him that judgy little look accompanied by long boring lectures about morals and caring about people and all that horrifying shit Rafe avoided on an everyday basis.

He laughed at her comment about babies “well looks like Gran-pa Dill found his way outta the looney bin huh?” he smiled at her, his grandfather was the only old person he’d met that was especially grabby primarily girls who were at least thirty years his junior, they had quite a few threats before his father finally chucked him in the bin, Rafe never like his Grandfather Dill anyway, he always told stories about how he drowned kittens, which wasn’t proper conversation on any occasion. “don’t tell anyone I told you that family dust under the rug and all” he rarely spoke very coherently to people, most of the time people seemed confused by his random analogies and makeshift wording. His grandpa was bald too, another attribute of a baby mentioned, that fact had worried Rafe for quite some time, until he found out that grandpa Dill lost his hair in a confrontation with a dragon. Rafe knew his hair was too perfect to fall out on him. He shrugged finally “I don’t care either way, sometimes you meet really nice old people that tell you stories about bowie and how they punched Bono in the face… you know cause they can get away with stuff like that because they’re old… but then you meet those crabby one’s that tell you to tuck in your shirt and tell you about “the degradation on manors in today’s youth” and you know the fact that they call us “youth”… jealous old people” he glare at a phantom old lady in front of him before taking a deep sudden breath snapping himself out of his resentment “riding the bus is fun though”he nodded merrily. It was true the bus, whether it be the night bus or a muggle one sure introduced you to all kinds of characters, sometimes he wondered if people considered him one of them.

A sly proud shrug answered her next comment “I’ve wasted a lot of time watching them” eh, did that make him sound like a geek, they’d been a serious interest to him as a kid, but that almost sounded worse. He didn’t collect their bodies or anything they were far more interesting when they moved. Rafe absorbed useless, stupid information ninety percent of the time he had a lot of facts scrabbled around in his brain, often making his brain feel quite literally scrambled. “have you ever seen a mantis eat something while on acid?” he pointed to himself and mouthed ‘I have’ he smiled with a chuckle he said “I started screaming because I though it’s just eaten me” he contorted his face, laughing at himself.

“well haven’t you heard, I don’t half ass things” he said slyly, “I got sand everywhere too mind you, felt like sitting in a bed of razor blades on the ride home, and then mom and dad said it was my own fault and I had to learn my lesson the hard way” he made a puppy face at her. He responded to her question by tilting his head to the side with a smile and a shrug, he straightened his head before speaking “granted I’ve had to regrow a couple bones, but I’d say that’s normal” he figured she knew by now too, but her reaction made him think otherwise maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick with that information, she might actually decide he’s not totally magically deficient. He scrunched up his face in confusion “people say that?... I wish I wore my leather jacket today” he teased with a smile, he did own one, but it was miserable enough in his black blazer, he couldn’t even fathom how uncomfortable a leather jacket would be. He shrugged as she followed him, he contemplated beginning to skip swinging their hands between them, but he released her small hand instead. “how do you get out of this hell hole anyway?” he asked looking around for an proper exit.

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just correct the title and you should be good to go!
it should be displayed in all capital letters. :)

[irish]

woops sorry bout that

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