josiah nicholas connelly

[katy]

-- JOSIAH NICHOLAS CONNELLY !

-- NAME: Josiah Nicholas Connelly
-- NICKNAMES: He will occasionally answer to Joey or even his last name, but he generally just introduces himself as Josiah. Other nicknames have typically been derogatory, such as 'homo', 'fag', or any other variation.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Twenty-one; January 7th, 1990
-- BIRTH PLACE: Detroit, Michigan
-- ORIENTATION: Homosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Med student, currently in his third year of school. Works part-time as a bartender.
-- PLAYED BY: Sean O'Pry

-- PERSONALITY !

-- CONFIDENT / CHARMING: Josiah has always had a high level of self-confidence. For some people, it just comes naturally… Josiah is one of those people. While it sometimes has a tendency to come across as cocky or egotistical--such as when he wants to look in every mirror he passes--he's generally not in your face about it. While he has the confidence required to believe in himself and have a high view of himself, he's not one to take that view and wave it about as if he's the king of the world. This naturally translate into how he acts and behaves around others. His confident and charming personality seem to mesh rather perfectly together, giving him the guts to go up to people and the intuition to offer help when it's needed. He'll generally be the stereotypical gentleman, if the situation calls for it… though, at the same time, he still has a tendency to get self absorbed when he's not consciously thinking about everything he's doing. As a natural human tendency, number one always comes first and remembering to acknowledge the existence of others takes a backseat. As long as he remains aware of what he's supposed to do, he's good to go.
-- ORGANIZED: For the most part, remaining aware isn't a problem for Josiah. While he's not officially diagnosed as OCD, he certainly has several habits that would make a psychologist eye him up and down a bit. The main ones? Everything's a list with him, what few mugs he has in his cupboard all face the same way, and colour coordinating is high on his list of priorities. Sure, it keeps everything organized and, ultimately, would help with everything he has going on; but it's not a far stretch to say he gets a bit obsessive about it. When he was little it was even more intense: all of the cars had to be in a straight line and no one could move them. Now, it's more of something he would love to have done all the time but he can settle back if he wants and let it slide… again, it just takes the active awareness of his current situation. Because of the mild obsession he has with it, it does mean that he checks and rechecks his work several times before committing to anything. Making quick decisions isn't his strong point, but making well thought out ones is. Especially in a medical career, it's helpful to have someone that will know what he's doing and make sure he's doing it right. The one area this isn't necessarily good for Josiah is when it comes to school work. When writing papers or something of the sort, he's not satisfied with anything less than perfection. Therefore, it makes turning in assignments an experience to be dreaded. When he's asked to display a medical technique? Not a problem at all. It's simply the written stuff that gets to him the most… it's something he's still working on.
-- LAID-BACK: It may not seem like it, considering what I just went on about in the last paragraph, but when it comes to things aside from his own performance, Josiah really is rather laid-back. He likes to make sure everything is in order, to be sure, but there's nothing he likes more than just being able to sit back and relax for a bit now and then. Generally not something he gets a lot of time to do, considering how busy his schedule is, but whenever he can he's all over it. Even within his perfection-finding, he's not entirely forceful about it. He wants it done, to be sure, but he is more than comfortable taking three hours to do it if he has the time to take without restraint. Don't be surprised if you see him kicking back with a steaming cup of Joe and a book whenever he gets a chance.
-- SUPERSTITIOUS: His family may not have raised him, but he certainly came out like it. Josiah is a strong believer in many superstitions; most of which you've likely heard at one time or another in your life. Things such as having a black cat cross your path is bad luck, as is getting out of bed on the same side that you got into it on. While he doesn't consider himself to be overly religious or devout when it comes to finding something to believe in, he's fairly adamant about his superstitions. He's not much of a confrontation guy, but he'll debate the pros and cons and the reality of believing such a thing if someone wants to try him. He's even got stories to back up his claims, so he's sold into the idea. Not that it's a bad thing; if nothing else, it keeps him safe because he never walks under ladders and is extra careful as not to break mirrors. Always a positive side, yeah? It may not be the most practiced set of beliefs out there--not consistently, at least--but if no one else does, Josiah will keep it alive and going. So watch yourself with that salt shaker around him, okay? You might give him a heartattack.


-- LOVES: American-Chinese food, Elvis, fire, medicine, giant sized bottles of Gatorade, reading non-fiction books, coloured pencils, superstitions, bright colours, and Detroit.
-- HATES: Italian food, pop music, swimming, constantly moving, Dr. Pepper, jellyfish, writing essays, homophobes, pocket change, and Florida.

-- HISTORY !

Josiah's life has not been filled with tragedy, wrought with despair, or even sprinkled with buckets of remorse. For the most part, the boy from Detroit has lived a normal life. While, sure, his situation is different than many people's it's not uncommon. Twenty-one years ago, he was born in Detroit to Joanna Franklin. Less than a year later, however, he was put up for adoption and, shortly after that, taken in my Chad an Lynette Connelly. His parents made it clear from the beginning that he had been adopted, as to avoid any unnecessary confusion or questions later in life. For awhile, his mother would even send holiday cards or give them a call just to see how he was doing, but those began to dwindle with time and Josiah simply grew closer to the family that he had. Being an only child, he was given the full attention of both of his parents… something that he will admit was both good and bad. Extra attention when looking for a play-mate and extra attention when he started to test the rules.

But life when on as normal in the Connelly home and all seemed good. Josiah was a good student all through middle school and into high school, keeping his academics up as well as participating in a few extra curricular. While he wasn't ever the most popular person around, he was certainly friendly and charming and interacted well with his peers. It was high school when his personality really begin to shine and his circle of friends grew from just kids on his sport team to teens that he would talk to in the hall. It was also around his freshman year that he began dating. Whether you prefer the term charming or the term ladies-man, it applies to Josiah. When a girl began to show interest, he'd ask her out on a few dates, mess around a bit, and finally just break it off. None of it was too messy; by the end of the third or so date, they would both realize that it wasn't working and change was necessary. While he wasn't forthcoming with it right away, during his senior year he came out of the closet as being gay and took his first boyfriend with him to their senior prom. Despite some people disapproving of it, Josiah didn't seem to take notice and had a good time.

After graduating, Josiah's relationship with Will came to mutual ending and they prepared to head in opposite directions for college. Friends was a far better option for them and they both understood it. So, Josiah packed up his belongings and headed out towards Capeside for college. Leaving the family was as hard on him as the next guy, but it was always in the cards as he'd been planning out college for awhile. With a kiss for his mom and a handshake for his dad, he turned the corner on that portion of his life and dove headfirst into the next part. Now, three years into his college endeavors, he's finally settled completely into the town and ready to get out there. While working his ass off on a medical degree, he's also landed himself a part time job as a bar tender. Needless to say, he keeps himself moving.

-- SAMPLE !

It wasn't that there was nothing to do in Kilcide, it was simply that Marceau was easily bored. When the simple act of living, which in and of itself was never all that exciting, failed to keep him occupied, he found very little that would draw and hold his attention. It was sad, really. Pathetic, even. That a city as large as Kilcide offered nothing new or challenging for him. He found that many of the people he ran into on the streets were just as clueless as the people from other towns. His only moment of complete devotion or dedication came with work, and even that could not be done constantly. At least, not functionally so. That left him with at least two or more hours a day that needed to be filled somehow and no good way to fill them. He'd considered, a few times, striking up random conversations in the park or outside his residence. Usually, that didn't end as he wanted it too or it simply ended up boring him again. Intellectuals weren't hard to find, he supposed; it was just that they didn't frequent the same places as him. What that said about him, he wasn't sure. He really didn't care. Adhering to labels was the least of his worries, if it even made the list.

What did make his list was filling his time. Keeping himself entertained. Amusing himself. The best way to do that when alone? According to most people, it involved a bar stool and liquor. He wasn't shy to a few drinks or when it came to meeting a barstool, but for some reason he really hadn't explored the 'scene' much in Kilcide. He'd only been there, what? Two years? Maybe more, though he hardly bothered himself to remember. It was just a place, nothing all that special. Just as he'd never been bothered to peruse the local shopping malls, he's never been interested enough to visit the local bars and clubs when he could get all the alcohol he wanted from a liquor store... or, if he was feeling more French, he could even pull a few strings and get some nice, imported stuff. He had money for a reason. It wasn't so he could hide it all away; it was so he could find ways to have a pleasurable experience right now. That was all he truly had, anyway. He couldn't plan on tomorrow or three weeks from today--it was right now or nothing else. That was how it had always been and he saw no reason to change that. It was, however, because of that that he found himself walking into one of the local bars in Kilcide.

If life was all about the 'right now', then he was working to achieve that mentality. He originally just planned on wandering the city streets and perhaps annoying a person or two with his random conversations. Now, he could simply annoy people in a bar. Drunk people were always a bit more fun, anyway. They offered interesting insights and responses--ones that a sober person would never dream of... or understand, for that matter. Walking into the bar, he paused for a moment at the door to both look around and to take in the scent of the place. There was something about the smell of alcohol that seemed almost... homey to him. Not that he'd grown up drinking it, but his father was one to have Whiskey around constantly, or a similar cognac or Armagnac. It wasn't the taste that drew him in; always the smell. Nostalgia was not a common occurrence with him. In fact, he tended to shun such things as frivolous or completely unnecessary. But the smell could easily be justified. It wasn't nostalgia he experienced; it was an animal like instinct. A response to something familiar and a way to react to it. He knew the smell of the alcohol and had for awhile, therefore, he was drawn to it. Whether or not one argued that it was nostalgia, Marceau didn't much care. He simply wouldn't place that tag on it himself.

Moving towards the counter, his eyes immediately moved towards the bartender. Again, instinct drove him to look her over in almost a critical light. Not that he would offer judgments on her; it was simply a natural reaction. When one human met another, they would want to size each other up. They want to know in what ways the other person may be better than them; how might they be bested. Human instinct compelled him to survey the person in front of him, and he was not one to fight or push aside those urges. It was perfectly normal, though. Right? "Bonjour," The French slid off his lips in a perfectly normal and almost naturally seductive way. It wasn't as if he was trying to be forward, it simply seemed to be how he spoke. The way he stood; the demeanor. All of it lent its service to the appearance of both a calm persona and smooth attitude. There was a slight pause as his brain finally caught up with his brain and he realized who it was that was standing behind the counter. The familiar features of the woman were recognized as soon as he stopped thinking about what alcohol he wanted and instead actually focused on the face. A slight smile slid onto his face as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter.

Tilting his head a bit, his gaze traveled once more over her. Marceau was never one to fall to the emotional end of things, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit glad to find her there. He knew she was a bartender, though he had never been informed of where she worked. With his trips to the different bars, he was bound to run into her at some point. Now was just as good a time as ever, right? Chiding himself quickly, he lightened his smile into more of a smirk and tilted his head. A slight pause as his eyes slowly slid from the woman to the alcohol behind her. He looked specifically for brands, but neither spotted the ones he wanted nor took the time to read them all. Marceau hardly considered himself to be picky; he'd take whatever was thrown his way... within reason. "I want an Armagnac, if you have it." There was no extra, unnecessary words added. No 'I would like' or 'I'd appreciate'. Simply I want. He was blunt, yet it seemed softer because of his relaxed and nonchalant attitude. He didn't force his bluntness on her, he simply tossed it out there for anyone to accept; she could take it however she wanted. No doubt, considering the events of the other day, his attitude would rub her the wrong way. But hadn’t he warned her in the beginning about emotion? It was something to be avoided, and that’s what he did

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Katy
-- AGE: Legal
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Ginger. Short. Pirate.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: A little birdy told me.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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