liam ronan macauley

[liam]

-- LIAM RONAN MACAULEY !

-- NAME: Liam Ronan MacAuley
-- NICKNAMES: Has been affectionately called 'Li' but dismisses it.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 17 - December 11th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Boston, Massachusetts
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: 12th
-- PLAYED BY: Paul Wesley

-- PERSONALITY !

-- QUIET: It’s a weird word, isn’t it? Quiet. It means peaceful, calm, private. All things that Liam has been or is. Peaceful not so much. Maybe a little bit. His life all turned out for the better. Measures were taken to clear up his mistakes and his days were free to be his again versus allowing them to belong to a tiny someone who didn’t even exist yet. Calm, yes. Always calm, almost to the point where he seems like he never cares. No emotions. Not to say he isn’t emotional, he just chooses not to show it. Any weakness at all he chooses not to show. Private? Always. Especially here. In Boston everyone knew his business even if they didn’t need to but Capeside would be a new page in an old book. Nobody had to know anything about him. He was quiet in all the ways the word allowed him to be.

-- MISGUIDED: Liam grew up in a deeply Catholic family. Relying on their faith for answers always left him wondering what his parents were even doing with kids. It didn’t matter the problem, he was directed to the church. Being raised this way left Liam feeling very empty and unknowledgeable of the whys and hows of the world. He knew there were things he shouldn’t be doing and things he should be doing but deciphering what the priest was saying versus what was written down was like trying picking all the vowels out of the Latin language and still trying to make sense of it. So he began coming up with his own answers and reasons. Most of the time he was wrong. Most of the time he did wrong. But a confession could cure all, couldn’t it? He still is that way, misguided, even though he’s moved in with his brother and is no longer forced to think of the right and wrong things according to what his parents believe in. Besides, he wasn’t doing very good with that anyway.

-- LOYAL: Although he is a bit of a mysterious trouble maker, Liam does have his strong suits. Loyalty is one of them. Happening upon a person he can trust and confide in is rare. Happening upon a person who deserves trust is even more rare. So hand in hand with trust comes loyalty. Once he’s decided that someone is worthy he’ll stand up at their side until they prove him wrong. Unfortunately for him it has backfired in the past. He doesn’t really know why he rewards people with loyalty. If asked he would probably brush it off as a character flaw. But honestly it’s probably one of the best things about him.

-- LOVES: movies, writing, coffee, girls with tasty lipgloss, sarcasm, humor, jelly beans, late nights, good alcohol, his brother
-- HATES: priests, nuns, leprechauns, alfredo, red, bugs, teen lit, stage five clingers, eggs, cats

-- HISTORY !

His father was a working class man. His mother was a home maker. Every morning Charles MacAuley would get out of bed, push his heavy feet against the wooden floor of his bedroom and dust from the ceiling of the room below would land on whichever unlucky boy had to sleep on the top bunk that night. They lived paycheck to paycheck in a house that had been in their family for years. Before his father owned it, his grandfather owned it and so on. Amelia MacAuley who had once been Amelia Sullivan would shuffle out of bed moments later and begin making breakfast for her boys. If it was Sunday, they would dress in their best and pile into their car to attend mass. It would be this way for years.

Liam grew up not understanding why his parents constantly looked to the lord for answers. It was as if they were hoping one day a letter would appear with everything they ever wanted to know written in it, signed by God. He never really understood their devotion and faith, but he went blindly along with it to please his parents. The punishment for going against their faith, he felt, would be far worse than discovering the world for himself. So he set out young, fourteen or fifteen, causing trouble wherever he went. By this time his brother was an ‘important’ teenager with an ‘important’ social life and he had no time for Liam. The boy had to find something else to fill his time.

Between nicking smokes from the local gas station and convincing himself he liked them and the awkward days of puberty to being an asshole just for the fun of it, Liam met Ellie. She was a girl against the world and he understood that. They were friends. They liked each other. It was comfortable to use each other. So they did. What a mistake. It wasn’t long at all, even though it felt like ages, when Ellie stopped talking to him. He could so easily recall sitting in the pews at mass hoping that when he got home she would answer the phone. Amelia would worry about her son every once and again, but only managed to tell him to talk to the priest. It was then that Liam knew he couldn’t wait for her to talk to him. What could a priest do anyway? His mother’s answers to everything were ridiculous. So once again he was coming up with his own answers.

It was a screaming match when they met again. He didn’t understand. She was a bitch. Ect, ect. But then it came out and Liam wanted to shove it back in and walk away. She was pregnant. She was pregnant and he was a dick. Of course their parents found out, of course shit hit the fan. But as soon as everything exploded it was picked back up again. Ellie would stick around until she had the baby and then they were moving so they could start over. They were going to raise his and Ellie’s baby as their own, as Ellie’s little sister and Liam wasn’t allowed to care. He would do anything but care. That was an answer he’d come up with himself.

After Ellie left, Boston started to seem more and more boring. It was dirty and cold and he no longer cared about causing trouble and finding answers. He just wanted to leave. So after clearing it with all parties he moved to Capeside to live with his brother who was attending the community college there. He would go to school and he would get to see Ellie.

-- SAMPLE !

She was right. He didn’t have to be who he was. Beau, with a few changes, could easily mirror the type of people his best friend usually hung out with. There was nothing and no one, apart from himself, keeping him from being a foolish, drug-addled, insensitive youth. His short time at Beaton proved that there were more of Laurie’s preferred type of friend lurking around than Beau was used to. Or perhaps, and this was more likely, he’d just been oblivious until now. So why was he this way? Why did he continue being the sweet best friend type that most girls wished they could have but never wanted for anything more than a shoulder to cry on when their real knight in shining armor was just a little boy in a tin suit? Beau chalked it all up to inexperience.

How was he supposed to be the guy that gets the girl when he’d never gotten a girl before? His virginal state was almost embarrassing. It also wasn’t a subject he brought up much (as he was usually unwilling) and he tended to try and keep it uninteresting. Certainly there was some social law in place that said Beau’s lack of intimate encounters was illegal. Chances were he was due to something akin to public humiliation by now. Or perhaps he should have been burned at the stake long ago. It wasn’t as though he had never had a girlfriend before or even that he hadn’t been kissed or kissed a girl himself but he was sure his peers didn’t consider a peck on the mouth during a grade seven formal to be at all titillating. In fact, at most, it was laughable.

So that was why Beau continued to be Laureleigh’s friend. Why lose the girl entirely because he wasn’t her type and was too afraid to make a move when he could be her best friend and protector and get almost all the same benefits? Of course, with ten times the jealousy. For now he would embrace it, live in denial and pretend he was happy only being friends. It made sense that he would want to. She was beautiful and fun. Yes, she came with her own set of problems but Beau was willing to deal with it. For now he would focus on the fair, the warmth of his friend and the smile on her face.

“I should make a habit of being late, just to keep you on your toes,” he joked. Coiling back, his face set to a frown. “If I have to explain getting stabbed over greasy hot dogs wrapped in dough, I’m taking you down with me. My father and my mother would make us both take shots of wheatgrass every day.” It was both a joke and not a joke at the same time. He knew she would never really stab him, at least not on purpose. But the parts about his parents were true. Even though they were divorced, they both seemed to find the same health trends, both employed personal chefs and nutrition specialists and often they expected Beau to live how they did. Sometimes it was okay and other times it was ridiculous. He drew the line at blended lawn clippings. “Actually, it looks as though you shouldn’t have.” Beau’s comment showed just how much his parents rubbed off on him without him noticing. “Is this all junk?” Oh well, they were supposed to be having fun after all.

He would keep his mind off calories consumed If she could keep hers off of the sad excuse of space she called a boyfriend. Such was the true reasoning behind Beau’s next series of questions. “It feels like it’s been ages.” It hadn’t been but might as well. He was so used to being in near constant contact with the girl that even a short time apart felt like years. “How have you been? What have you been up to? Beaton is so different than home. I still don’t understand why my grandmother decided I would like it so much.” Upon realizing that he was supplying most of the conversation and doing so in a fast, breathless fashion he decided to quiet down, stuffing another bite into his mouth. It was best to let her talk for awhile.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Jesse
-- AGE: 20
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Obnoxious as hell.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: I have been in labor for days.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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