CREAVER, Fergal Pierre

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FERGAL PIERRE CREAVER

FULL NAME: Fergal Pierre Creaver.
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Airline Pilot.

HAIR: Brown, short, but styled with product most of the time for that ‘run through’ look.
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Casey Taylor!

LIKES: Being in the air, relaxation podcasts, war novels, fresh coffee, bacon, early spring, model cars, Tetris, aftershave, good watches, extra onions on his burgers, lounge bars, having freckles, walking places, elephants, churros, melted chocolate, dark green, tennis, fresh juice, political biographies.
DISLIKES: sports bars, white chocolate, cold showers, having sensitive teeth, delayed flights, being stuck in a car, thunderstorms, wine, too much fast food, bullies, new shoe blisters, pears, gummy bears, needles, unfinished tasks, full fat milk, too many scented candles in one place, small town gossips.
FEARS: Needles, circus clowns, being tortured.
SECRETS: Fergal has this ‘girl in every port’ reputation, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. In reality he’s a book and bed kind of guy when he’s flying.
PERSONALITY: Fergal is the type of man many would call charismatic. He’s charming and often funny in a light hearted kind of way. He does his best to do the right thing and be the good guy. Fergal likes to educate himself, be it with biographies, or about the countries and places he flies to. There’s a false reputation Fergal oddly works to uphold because he feels like it’s his best defence against letting people see who he really is. It’s not that he has something to hide, but Fergal simply doesn’t want everyone to know all of his business after growing up surrounded by small town gossips. He’d rather they think something else entirely than know everything about his private life. He’s a collected guy who doesn’t let things get the better of him. He can keep a calm head when everyone else is losing their tempers or getting emotional in other ways. Although people might think him to be overtly flirty, the truth is that Fergal isn’t like that at all. He takes relationships slow. He prefers to get to know someone, to test the chemistry before he dives in with someone. He’d rather know the odds before he takes a gamble. In the end, Fergal wants something that has meaning more than he wants a cheap fling. However, he’s not some overly moral guy; he has gone home with girls whose names he can’t remember before – he just doesn’t enjoy making a habit of it.

MOTHER: Miriam Grace Creaver, 59.
FATHER: Henry Carlisle Creaver, 65.
SIBLINGS: Fiona Helen Creaver, 36.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Barnaby, African Spur-thighed tortoise!
HOMETOWN: Leiper’s Fork, Tennessee.
HISTORY: Small town life was not Fergal’s cup of tea, but it was the world he was born into. Life may as well not exist outside the limits of Leiper’s Fork. Both small families had history in the town and it became a bit of a bore to hear the old stories recited as he got older, but Fergal and his older sister, Fiona, were used to them. Miriam and Henry grew up together, and neither of them can recall when they fell in love, just that it always seemed to be that way.

Fergal grew up in a loving home. He can’t deny that. He just disliked the claustrophobic feeling that came with living in such a small town. It was like your business wasn’t your own. Everyone knew what was happening before you even had time to comprehend it. All he ever wanted was a private space, somewhere he could be by himself to draw and play, and as he got older, read and think. As a little boy these places were blanket forts and dens made out of branches. When he was older it was the quietest corner of the library or his bedroom.

Growing up, Fergal was easy to get along with. He was known for making friends easily and being something of a social butterfly, even if he did value his time to himself. He worked hard enough in school to keep his teachers on side, but like most kids there were moments when he acted up and played mischievous. However, he knew from the age of five that he wanted to be in the skies. Planes fascinated him from the first time he ever flew on one when he was just five. The family were vacationing up north and it was an experience he can still remember vividly. He knew that one day he wanted to fly one.

Over the years, nothing could deter Fergal from this dream. Not high school girls, not sports, not even career advisors who suggested that there were other options that he would also excel at. He was going to be a pilot. That was the end of the conversation, regardless of who it was with, or how long those appointments were that the school arranged when they were just kids and expected to plan out the rest of their lives.

Honestly, he thinks people were surprised that he stuck to his dream ambition. They always denied it, even his parents, but Fergal always detected that little bit of astonishment when he told them that he had been accepted into training, or passed an exam.

When Fergal finally made it into the air, the thrill got the better of him for a brief spell. In short, he was late one morning for a departing flight from Barcelona because of a local waitress from the hotel in his bed. It was a one time thing, but since then there was this joke that he had a girl in every country. He was only a co-pilot then, still under a watchful wing of someone much more experienced, but it was something that embarrassed him at the time. Eventually he came to laugh about it, knowing other people had done the same, or been found worse off. Still, whenever he tried to correct people for assuming he was some manwhore, they never seemed to believe him. He was a handsome guy who had a handful of the stewardesses apparently swooning, so he must have that power globally. In truth, he was happy to find a good shower and get into something comfy on a nice bed when he had been on a long flight. He didn’t have the energy to charm someone.

Since the years have gone by, Fergal hasn’t lost his love for flying. He loves being in the air, no matter what. He also prefers life since moving far away from such a small town like Leiper’s Fork and settling into his apartment in New York City. Not only was it necessary to relocate for work in the end, but also for his sanity. He can’t live in such a claustrophobic place where everyone knows everyone and the daily paper is just like looking into everyone else’s life.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: podcast recommendations.
SAMPLE:

you don’t want me to do that.

[kim]