kieran david macauley

[kieran]

-- KIERAN DAVID MACAULEY !

-- NAME: Kieran David MacAuley
-- NICKNAMES: Eran, although he has been called KD before. (Risking your life.)
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Twenty, as of March 4th.
-- BIRTH PLACE: Boston, Massachusetts.
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
-- SCHOOL GRADE: In his second year of Capeside Community College.
-- PLAYED BY: Ian Somerhalder.

-- PERSONALITY !

-- DICKHEADED ARROGANT: Kieran David MacAuley is the single greatest person in the world, at least that is how he sees it. He has an ego so big that it rivals the size of a watermelon. Although you would imagine that Kieran thinks he is amazing because of some pointless feat that he accomplished and feels over-confident about, the reasoning behind his arrogance is that he just is awesome, not much more to say. He is superior to others his age for no apparent reason, and if he did not exist then his brother would have an even crappier life being forced to listen to his parents go on about how God was going to make everything better. He isn't even that good of an influence, not having a legal job and believing in very few morals, but to hear him go on about himself being such a great rolemodel, you would think that he was the type of guy to walk his little brother to school every day and offer to clean-up after snack, instead of the guy who tried to leave his brother at a toy store when he was seven and Liam was four.

-- CHARMING: Kieran is quite the ladies man, having had a total of twenty-nine girlfriends in the four years that he went through highschool, and to get the ladies you generally need to convince them that you would be good boyfriend material. So yes, that does mean that Kieran holds open car doors for his dates, and pulls out their chair at dinner. He knows that you have to seem like a responsible and respective suitor otherwise they wouldn't look twice at you, so he helps in the illusion that he is just that... Responsible and respective. Not to mention that when he really needs too, he can have his way with words. It is strictly business though. For anyone that he isn't interested in dating or as he likes to put it "getting into their pants," he could care less whether they stepped in a mud puddle.

-- REBELLIOUS: He was the kid that stole out of his classmates bags and had a giant stash of his loot hidden in a box underneath him and Liams bunkbed, that turned into the teenager that stole cigarettes and other things directly from the store. Kieran has never been the one to stay on the right side of the rules/law, he constantly likes to cause trouble and put his foot over the line. He has even done some really reckless things like took someone elses motorcycle for some joy-riding, and broken into one of his old elementary schools. The thing that really didn't help him get into good habits was that whenever he did get into trouble, he was always bailed out of it by his Mother and Father. Plus, it seemed to bother them a little too much, something that he clearly enjoyed to do, making trouble just a little bit to appealing.

-- CLEVER: He isn't a genius, that's for damn sure, but Kieran is definitly smart... just not the way that his parents would want him to be. He could pick bike locks in a minute fifty by his twelfth birthday, and knew how to say the right things to get people to believe him. Kieran certainly is a clever person, and he knows how to use it. He has an exceptional poker face, making him look believable, something which he has used in his cons. While it isn't anything big, he does cheat at poker. Most of it isn't monetary cons though, more like the con of making someone believe you are someone that you aren't.

-- LOYAL: While he might not be the type of person to really give a damn about anyone else besides him, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to the people he does tolerate. Kieran is the type of person to believe in the old saying "Nobody picks on my brother but me," and was known when he was younger as the guy who knocked kids out for saying something mean to Liam. While he certainly didn't like his brother half of the time they were growing up, him being around three years younger and Kieran feeling like he was too cool for him, he hated if anyone tried to mess with him. After all, Liam was and still is the only person in his family that he can really stand being around. Which is what makes the whole problem with Ellie and the baby so difficult for Kieran, he knows Liam wouldn't be a good Father, but at the same time, he hates that people just assumed to keep Liam away from Sophie. He may not be a good Father figure, but he still deserves a chance to have a say in what happened.

-- LOVES: Beautiful women in his bed... Yes. He meant to have it as plural, Large quantities of happy-go-lucky drugs otherwise known as Marijuana and random pills he gets from friends, his Harley Davidson bike that he had to buy himself for his seventeenth birthday, the guitar that he got from his best friend’s Uncle before he went to jail, Hamburgers because they are just so damn good, rock-and-roll music that hurts your eardrums, any type of alcohol mixed with Lemonade, being able to say what he wants to say without having people judge him, oddly enough he likes little kids just how they don’t really care about who you are and where you came from as long as you are nice, and movies that don’t have romance in them, it can be comedy, horror or action. As long as there is more plot than... “OH MY GOSH, I LOVE YOU!”

-- HATES: His parents because they just don’t understand him, people who say one thing but mean something completely different, vegetables but that’s kind of natural, Anyone who tries to mess with his family... the ones that he can actually stand, teen pop sensations that have done nothing to earn respect, people telling him what to do, girls that give themselves up to just anyone at any time without a formal date first, police officers because he does not want to get charged again, really tight schedules, and first time drinkers who go for the tequila before beer and end up puking on his shoes (It has happened a lot) or his shirt.

-- HISTORY !

Each morning when their Father got out of bed, and the cloud of dust settled into the unfortunate boy who had to sleep on the top bunks lungs, Kieran cursed his family under his breath. They were just so normal. A working Father and a stay-at-home Mother, each day his Father went off to work at exactly eight-thirty in the morning and came home around five at night... During the day, his Mother would clean up the house, take care of the boys and have a wonderful meal prepared for when her husband were to return home. It was meticulous, the way that their lives ran off of this perfectly set-out schedule. Kieran hated it with a passion. If he wanted to stay out for a few hours after school with his friends, it was shot down because he had to be home for dinner and the accompanying words of grace that they always said. He wanted to do what he wanted, not be hindered by his parents.

Which is why when he aged from his childhood into being a teenager, he lost any sense of caring and following his parent’s rules. Kieran had never found them of any particular use, and once he stopped being afraid of what would happen if his god-fearing parents caught him disobeying the laws that they thought their Lord had set out for him, he knew that there was nothing to keep him in line. He constantly stole from different stores, did almost anything that his friends had dared him and just generally became a dick to those who tried to interfere with his behaviour. He hated having to be a good role model for his brother, and instead taught Liam the wrong way to do things. Kieran also managed to convince his brother of what he had been convinced of for a long time, the God that his parents worshipped so highly, didn’t do anything for them... So how could he be real? Once he started questioning his faith, his parents knew he was in too deep to save.

So when Kieran decided on his eighteenth birthday that he needed to get away, his parents didn’t do anything to argue with that fact, they didn’t want him around their younger son for the hope that he could still be convinced of their way. So they gave him access to his trust fund and practically shoved him out the door with little more than a farewell. Kieran knew of Capeside from one of his old friends, so he knew where he wanted to go, and set up an apartment for himself to live in, plus a couple of courses to take. He was starting over. Of course, all of that came to an end when his brother showed up, he was reminded of the problems of home and was even more determined to not end up like his parents, but instead of being alone, he now had his kid brother to take care of.

-- SAMPLE !

“I don’t do second dates...” Kieran got up from the motel room bed, leaving the girl that he had taken out to dinner just the night before behind to whimper about him not wanting to see her again. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good lay, because he had certainly had a lot of fun with her, it was the fact that he didn’t believe in seeing someone for a second time when you had already handled their goods. He knew that sounded shallow, but he meant it more like, if he was really interested in dating you, he would not screw you on the first night. Leaning back over the bed to grab his wallet from the nightstand, he let his finger brush over the nape of her neck. “You were wonderful sweetheart.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

Getting to the door and slipping on his shoes so that he could high-tail it out of there as quickly as possible, he felt something a little bit uneasy as he looked out the window at the day. It was too busy on the street to be as early as he thought it was... Not that many people would be out there much before noon.

Glancing at the time on the clock overtop of the television stand, he suddenly cursed out loud, causing a bit of a jump out of his bed mate. He couldn’t seriously be late again? Kieran thought he had set the timer on his cell phone alarm clock for eight, but when he glanced at the time, the time that he had checked was accurate when they first got in the room. It was indeed eleven and he was over forty-five minutes late for the first day in his second week as the barista for Starbucks. Going by their three strikes or out rule, and understanding since it was his third late strike since he started there, only five days ago, he knew there was no chance to make up for the time. Kicking the shoes that he had just slipped on, halfway across the room, he settled back down onto the bed.

He knew that he was going to be fired that day, and personally he would rather get the yelling that his boss would do, and the yelling that his friend who had scored him the job would do, over the telephone rather than going into work. It was too late to salvage his job. Which slightly pissed him off, what was with the whole three strikes and you’re out crap? What did the manager think this was... baseball? Kieran didn’t care anymore. He would find a new job soon, there were always people out there that needed workers for low cash money, and he would just be another one on the payroll.

“Any chance you know someone who needs a cheap worker?” He said with a smile, slipping the leather jacket off of his shoulders and putting it back on the chair that he had it last night. A whole twenty-five minutes to get himself showered off, find the bottle of Tylenol he kept in his jean pocket for when he got to the hangover stage of his late nights, and get dressed again. Twenty-five minutes wasted. Pulling his socks off of his feet and slipping back under the covers next to his very warm date, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He smirked at her. “You know I didn’t mean the whole second date thing... if you want a second date, you got one baby.” He was definitely slick, because she bought into it hook line and sinker, the next thing he knew, she was tangled herself around him. Flinging the last of his freshly changed clothes, his t-shirt into a corner of the room, he turned the clock away from them.

“Fancy a go at round two?”

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: FloatingRose.
-- AGE: Fifteen.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU:
[x] Quirky,
[x] Spontaneous,
and
[x] Luffable? (I hope.)
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Caution to the Wind.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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