Post by stirling morpheus cotton on Feb 28, 2015 18:43:14 GMT -5
STIRLING MORPHEUS COTTON
FULL NAME: Stirling Morpheus Cotton .
NICKNAMES: Most of the alternative names Stirling hears are not family friendly...
AGE: twenty-nine.
GENDER: male.
SEXUALITY: straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: O'Malley's General Manager.HAIR: Very dark brown, long and sort of curly. Billy hasn't had it short since he was a little kid. It’s almost always messy and sort of left to do as it pleases.
EYES: Dark brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He is covered in them on his arms and torso. He went through a dark and rough patch a few years back and while he can’t remember how he got a few of them, he knows some of them were foolishly ‘self inflicted’ in bar fights and with other reckless stunts in which he knew he would only get hurt..
TATTOOS: He has the prayer of St. Francis "Lord make me a channel of Thy peace" along with a cross tattooed on his right inner forearm. There is also various religious symbols on his right arm coming down from his shoulder, including ‘Om’ . He has the West Ham United badge on his left arm, and a large eyeball to represent the third eye on his left shoulder with “Om Namah Shivaya”. Being British, he also thought he’d get Queen Elizabeth II on his inner thigh, too.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Russell Brand!LIKES: Marshmallows for breakfast, reading biographies, keeping a journal, trying new foods, having political debates about movies, homemade pizzas, London, football, cats, drinking three litres of water a day, gin, going wild, white lilies, scarves, pubs and clubs, sharing stories with strangers, O’Malley’s family, a good sense of humour, being himself, Peter Pan, learning about different religions and beliefs, the photograph of his mother he keeps next to his bed, yoga and meditation, screaming when he’s frustrated, moths, yoghurt.
DISLIKES: Thinking about his past, being lectured, losing his temper, hangovers, missing home, the smell of oranges, tinnitus, cold baths, doctors, marmalade, marmite, the smell on the subway, sappy movies, clingy girls, action movies, faint hearted people, people who won’t help those in need, when his hair is greasy, fizzy drinks, when he has a lot of admin work to do, New York traffic, hospitals, idle gossip, liars, guys who hurt girls, feeling troubled.
FEARS: Ending up in his dark place again, losing O’Malley’s, never seeing his siblings again.
SECRETS: Stirling went through a dark patch in London that never really left him. However he considers what happened his rock bottom. He stopped caring about what happened to him, his safety or his health. It went as far as being hospitalised for several things, and even being referred to a shrink, but instead of keeping the appointment Stirling left the country.
PERSONALITY: Stirling is a troubled man, but he’s not good at facing up to his troubles, which is rather bothersome when he is such a clever man, holding a Master’s degree from the University of London! He’s quick and loud, but also short with people. Very impatient and often with little time to hear excuses, Stirling also has a short temper and is prone to bouts of self-destructive behaviour. He’s unpredictable and occasionally so wild that he can’t be reined in even by those he trusts most. However, it must be said that Stirling has a head for business, numbers, and can at times be rather logical when it comes to being professional. Stirling enjoys bouts of spiritualism but he knows he strays far from a good or even righteous path too many times to consider himself dedicated to one or another belief. He’s flirty and likes to have fun. Stirling is tough and can carry a lot on his shoulders, but there is so much already on his shoulders that Stirling is probably close to breaking point. He’s a man of his word though whether he’ll remember giving it is entirely another matter. He’s been hurt before, and while he’ll happily be protective over those he cares for, he won’t let them get close to him again; he’s scared of the pain once more and being tipped back into the darkness he barely pulled himself from.MOTHER: Sandy Grace Cotton, deceased.
FATHER: Artie James Cotton, deceased.
SIBLINGS: Grant Arthur Cotton, 27
Fern Candice Cotton, 25.
OTHERS: N/A
PETS: None- he doesn't trust himself to keep plants alive these days!
HOMETOWN: Manchester, England.
HISTORY: Sandy and Artie both met when they were in school, and Artie unintentionally got Sandy pregnant just a year after they left high school. She was working in a hairdresser’s at the time and Artie was an apprentice with a mechanic. They had a tiny flat in a high rise block in Manchester; the city where both of their families were from. Artie promised to marry her, to give Sandy everything she could ever ask for. He didn’t have the money for a fancy ring at the time, especially not with a baby on the way, but he vowed to give Sandy the happiness she deserved and everything she craved. Stirling was the first son they had, named after the school trip and the castle where they first kissed. When he was six months old they married, a small ceremony in a registry office, followed by a proper northern knees up in the local pub. They got a council house in the city just in time because within a month of moving in Sandy announced her second pregnancy.
Stirling took to being a big brother like a duck to water. He was a natural at it. When his brother and sister were born he was keen to be there and help out, often getting in the way. He was good at school, making decent grades and keeping good friends. He got into a few playground fights, and football arguments, but most of the boys in the class went through the same. It was always just a phase, his parents would say, echoing expressions of so many others. Boys would be boys and all that jazz. He grew up like most did, and when he was in high school he was a good lad who caused a handful of trouble, but who often had his head screwed on right.
Artie died suddenly of a heart attack when Stirling was in the sixth form. He was eighteen, his father only in his thirties. It was sudden, something no one could ever see coming. The loss devastated the family and the only thing that kept Stirling from drowning in grief was that his A-Levels were around the corner and he had his heart set on University of London. It was where his paternal Uncle had gone, and he told tales of the city and the fun he had had there as a student, before returning to the north to start up his own accountancy business. Stirling scraped through, made the grades and made it to London.
He worked through the three years of his undergraduate degree. Stirling was studying economics, a young man with a head for maths, even if his heart was freer than most others on his course. There were times when he felt like the odd one out, when he honestly questioned if he belonged there, but he persevered. Stirling made the most of his time, had fun with the rest of the students and did the sort of things that would turn his mother’s hair grey if she knew about it. He also wished that some of the things she could know about. After the death of Artie his relationship with Sandy became strained, sometimes awkward to handle. It was as if she couldn’t bear to face her children after the loss of her husband. After a short while she would make excuses to end their calls, or ask them to leave. Stirling hadn’t long graduated from university when Fern called him one night in floods of tears. Sandy had taken her own life, leaving a note apologising to her children and explaining that she couldn’t live without Artie.
Stirling returned to Manchester for the funeral, and to support his siblings, but they knew that Stirling belonged in London. He had spoken for many years about obtaining his Master’s in Economics and Finance, and they encouraged him to return. Stirling had worked through university at a bar, saving every penny for the course and he had been accepted back into the university a week before his mother’s passing. He headed back to London and tried to fix his life as best as he could, though the grief was terrible. It was hard, trying and for the longest of times Stirling didn’t know if he could do it. Somehow, and with help from friends in the Capital, he did. He achieved his Master’s and moved on from the student portion of his life.
His life and his appearance might not suggest a man of great professional skill, but Stirling landed himself a comfortable job with a small London business. He worked a low rung job, but it gave him good money and great taste for the future, though nothing changed the nature of Stirling’s heart. He was still a free, spiritual man, and it was that nature that introduced him to the woman who stole his heart out from under him. There was very little that could come between them and Stirling honestly thought as though this was the start of their happy ending. He was young, but he thought himself far from foolish. So when the time came that she left him, breaking his heart into a million pieces, it was the last thing Stirling could take.
He fell apart completely. How quickly his life unravelled. The drink led to bar fights, and the fights and hangovers cost him his job. From there everything just grew worse. Stirling ended up in a dark void, completely uncaring about himself and what became of him. He would deliberately start fights and get into problems he couldn’t get out of. If he got sick he didn’t seek help, he just get wounds fester, colds turn into flu, and everything just got so out of hand that not even his siblings could get through to him. It was out of hand, and lasted two years before finally, after spending a week in hospital with pneumonia, Stirling was referred to a psychiatrist after a doctor thought he might need further help, even suggesting that mental illness might play a factor in some of Stirling’s darker moments; the moments he couldn’t remember, but had the scars to prove they existed. Stirling never made his appointment. He boarded a plane and with the money he had he started to travel.
Finally he landed in New York. He set himself up with a bar job, moving up to management position in the short space of a few months. He had the experience to make it happen, and he thought he was better. He was far from it, but he kept telling himself that he was better. There were bouts of the darkness that overwhelmed him still, and his heart was far from mended. What made the difference now was that his friends in the city, the family he had at O’Malley’s were there for him and they picked him up before he could fall too far.
Stirling is a hundred miles from ever being good again, but he’s getting there, with glimpses of his old self coming through more and more now that O’Malley’s is in his life. He can keep his fingers crossed and wish on stars for the day when the darkness vanishes from his life completely.
YOUR ALIAS: Kim
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: in the bottom of a bottle.
SAMPLE:live long and prosper!
