Post by Noah Quinn O'Halloran on Dec 18, 2013 13:15:34 GMT -5
NOAH QUINN O’HALLORAN
FULL NAME: Noah Quinn O’Halloran
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: twenty seven
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Graphic Design Professor
HAIR: Naturally brown though he has dyed it blonde once or twice before. He normally keeps his hair short so it’s easy to handle though he does forget and it can get a little longer and very unruly.
EYES: blue-grey
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: his abdomen is littered with little ones, thin ones from the surgery he went through. There are three spots on his right leg where the doctors had to go in to set the bone again and he’s got a faint one, hardly noticeable unless it’s pointed out or he has a good tan above his right eye, closer to his hairline all from the accident.
TATTOOS: His brother’s name on his right shoulder blade with their birthday and a small sign for Gemini; the twins.
PIERCINGS: N/A.
PLAY-BY: Kellan Lutz
LIKES: orange juice, finishing a job well before deadline, sugar, caffeine, wasting hours on the computer with new software, sketching, silly hats, snowball fights, surfing, quick meals, fast food, animals, having a clean apartment
DISLIKES: His hometown, cars, excessively drinking, remembering what little he does from that night, brussel sprouts, getting too close to a deadline, working through the night, dreaming, nightmares, black coffee, forgetting to get his hair cut, oatmeal
FEARS: Opening up to people again, cars, going home.
SECRETS: He’s a twin, and his brother died in a tragic car accident.
PERSONALITY: Noah isn’t much of a people person these days. He’s still working his way through his issues. He tends to keep to himself unless he’s in front of the class or there’s no way around it. Even then he’s guarded with his feelings and most of his thoughts. He won’t be the guy to tell you like it is but just shrug and try to get himself out of the situation He wasn’t always so shy but he is now, afraid that anyone who got close to him would fall to the same tragic fate as his brother. He’s smart enough to know that’s not how things work but he’s still feeling guilty about it all, despite being told and knowing himself that it wasn’t his fault. Noah can be way too serious but he can also let loose every once in a while. He doesn’t drink as much as he used to, way back then, but he will indulge in a couple drinks with friends before switching to coffee or water. He’s got some courageous bits in there somewhere, how else was he supposed to pack up and move half way across the planet for school and then back again a few years later? But since he was seventeen, Noah’s been on the solitary side of life, keeping to himself and not getting close to anyone. Ultimately, he’s afraid to live again.
MOTHER: Susan Ann O’Halloran & 52.
FATHER: Kenneth Maxwell O’Halloran & 58.
SIBLINGS: Nicholas Marc O’Halloran & deceased.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: None at the moment!
HOMETOWN: Surfside Beach, South Carolina.
HISTORY: Noah Quinn O’Halloran was part of a set; twin boys, born to Susan and Kenneth O’Halloran. Noah and Nicholas were close throughout their childhood, doing much of the same activities and playing the same sports. Though their skills in school varied between the two with English and more creative aspects being Noah’s expertise while Maths and Sciences came easier to Nick, they helped each other out. The two were identical and enjoyed playing tricks on people, often pretending to be the other for various reasons. When girls were involved, it was to see if they cared enough to tell them apart, with friends it was just to annoy and joke with. Their parents were never fooled by their tricks, and Susan often chastised them as teenagers for playing those silly games on their girlfriends.
Life was pretty normal for them; for Noah. When he was sixteen, he’d been given the chance to go on a school trip with his English class to travel to London and explore the area that gave the world Shakespeare. Those two and a half weeks were some of Noah’s fondest memories, because soon after returning from that trip, his entire life turned upside down. A month after the trip was done and the group was back home, it was the twins’ birthday. A couple friends decided to throw them a surprise party a week after their actual birthday so it would be a surprise for them. The family did things on the actual date anyway, so it was before or after and the group chose after.
The party was a huge success. Noah and Nick loved it. Noah had a few drinks because it was his birthday and their parents were okay with it all. They knew if the twins needed a ride or anything, all they had to do was call and either Susan or Kenneth would pick them up; it had always been that way. At one point through the night, Noah followed his girlfriend of two years upstairs for an hour away. When he finally resurfaced again, Nick was too drunk, too incoherent, and Noah thought it was time to go. He called his mom, asked her to pick them up and helped bring his brother out front to wait. The party was dying down anyway and only a few people were left running around. Their mother arrived, dropped of Kayleigh and Scarlett, Noah’s and Nick’s respective girlfriends then continued the drive home.
They were stopped at a red light at an empty intersection on the main drag of the small tourist town they called home when headlights cut across the windshield of their SUV. Noah had been busy trying to keep his brother from reintroducing the world to his dinner and their mother had been once again chastising them; this time for drinking too much. Neither of them had thought anything of the lights until the truck hit them head on. The rest was a blur for Noah. It was dark, then there were lights, sounds, all sorts of noises and then it was dark again. He’d spent the better part of four days in a medicated coma and two weeks afterwards confined to the white walls of the hospital. The accident had been a mess once the first responders arrived on scene. Their small SUV’s front end was crushed; Susan had been knocked unconscious and crushed behind the steering wheel. She had to have surgery for all the internal bleeding but she would be alright. Noah had a broken leg from sitting in the back, behind Nick, who had needed the fresh air of the front seat, had come out of it virtually unscathed. He had some internal bleeding which was taken care of and a nasty cut over his right eye at the hairline, but they’d still kept him a medicated coma so he wouldn’t hurt himself when he found out the news of his twin.
Nick had been in the front seat, his seatbelt on but barely, and his head out the window like that of a dog so if he got sick it wouldn’t be in the car. When the truck hit them, they’d hit on the smallest angle, clipping the passenger side a little harder than the driver, though both had been crushed. Both of his legs had been crushed, and that was the smallest problem for the eldest twin. Nick had ribs not just cracked but shattered, his head hit the frame of the car door hard, knocking him out. A cracked rib punctured his lung, another nicked his heart; he never made it to the hospital though the paramedics tried. It wasn’t Noah’s fault, none of it but that didn’t stop him from blaming himself for it all.
He hadn’t planned the party; he hadn’t pushed Nick to going to the dinner with Kayleigh and Scarlett, then the surprise party. But he felt like it was his fault. If he’d made Nick sit in the back with him, use the back windows instead of taking the front, he might still be around. When he could, Noah threw himself into work and spent all his time locked away in his room. He didn’t want to see anyone, though they all visited the house when he was allowed home again. They cremated Nick and Noah often found himself sitting in the living room in the middle of the night talking to the vase they kept his ashes. Nick had always joked that when he died he wanted his grandchildren to fly him to Ireland, as he’d always wanted to visit the land their grandparents were always talking about.
Senior year came and went without Nick and the entire school felt a little less happy. Everyone took pity on Noah, talked to him in the halls, told them how sorry they were for his loss and none of it meant anything to him. Noah did his work, started failing the classes he used to get help with and his parents got him a tutor. Kayleigh was around but it wasn’t enough and eventually she drifted away, found comfort with the quarterback on the varsity football team. Noah couldn’t even bring up enough anything to care that his girlfriend of two years cheated on him with a cliché. Noah applied to colleges at his parents request and knowing that life went on, he agreed. He went to therapy three times a week to deal with everything and eventually throughout that year, he went less and less until it was once in a while, when things just took their toll once again and he was clouded with grief.
Noah was far from ready to leave, but acceptance letters were arriving and he’d been accepted to a college in Ireland; which was how they’d reasoned they could spread most of Nick’s ashes. It wasn’t time for that either but they were going to do it. Noah lived in Ireland for the length of his college education, obtaining a graphic design degree and continued on with a couple classes there so he would eventually be able to teach. He stuck around Dublin for a while, started up a business with a fellow graduate and his roommate through college before deciding it was time to go back stateside. He’d been gone too long and yet still not long enough. He’d heard of a teaching position at NYU, applied for it and was almost relieved with he’d gotten the job. He kept in touch with his parents but only because they called him. The move wasn’t just good for Noah to be closer to home again; it was good for the business he’d started as well. Though it was small, they had a good client list and it would only get better if there was an office in New York. That was going to take some time, and while he was preparing for that, he was going to work as a professor at NYU teaching the next group of young minds what he knew of the ins and outs of graphic design.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: KimmieStoleThem.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of a deceptively little blue box.
SAMPLE:I think not!!
