Post by roban kadon o'keann on Jul 17, 2018 13:53:47 GMT -5
ROBAN KADON O’KEANN
FULL NAME: Roban Kadon O’Keann.
NICKNAMES: He hates nicknames. He can’t stress this enough.
AGE: Thirty-six
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Co-Owner of Seven Circles, and an ironsmith.
HAIR: Ginger, on the longer, thicker side for a guy, and he likes it that way. It’s got a bit of a natural kink and wave it in that he can control with some product and a brush when he wants it tidy.
EYES: Green.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He has a fair few, mostly from work related accidents.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Kristofer Hivju!
LIKES: Being a little bit grimy from work, the heat of the furnace, a summer breeze, winter’s first snow, cemeteries, roast pork, small hands in his, herbal remedies, leather, muscle cars, simple plans, red lipstick (not for him to wear), ghost stories, dim lighting, strawberry milkshakes, ale, nut based snacks, the smell of petrol.
DISLIKES: the heat of a too hot summer, a heavy bassline, having to actually be the boss, animal cruelty, most pop music in the charts, papercuts, running late, bad deodorant, having too much take out food in a month, wearing clothes to bed, rude awakenings, cheap coffee, heavy perfumes, cowards who talk big, gaudy decorations, being tickled.
FEARS: Throwing up in public, clowns, being decapitated.
SECRETS: He doesn’t want to get married. Not unless something otherworldly can persuade him to change his mind.
PERSONALITY: Roban is what his father would call a man’s man – for the most part. He’s a strong guy who can handle a lot of things thrown his way. He’s built tough, like the metal he works with. Roban is a funny guy though who considers himself to be laidback and casual about life. He prefers simple plans if he plans at all. Impulsive twists and adventures are more up his alley, but sadly they rarely come about simply because not everyone can run with him at the drop of a hat. Roban likes to tease his friends, give them a good ribbing over drinks and the stupid things they’ve done as the years have slowly ticked by. He’s always keen for pranks and foolishness. Many might find it difficult to believe that there is a businessman beneath the Wildman exterior, especially after they meet him at a bar or in the line for coffee. It’s not a side he relishes too much, but Roban is responsible and hardworking. He just dislikes having to play serious and disciplined. He’s passionate and his emotions burn in him like the fire in his forge. This is both a good and bad thing; Roban can love with all of his heart, but also hate with every bit of it, too. He feels wholly and completely. There is no way that Roban can half-ass something. It’s impossible to him. His temper goes to the maximum when he breaks, and he loves with everything he’s got. He’s a loyal friend who honestly can’t forgive a betrayal because he wouldn’t do it himself. He’s a very intense guy and he understands that it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea; but he won’t apologise for being who he is. Roban is somewhat headstrong and tries his best to be optimistic when he can.
MOTHER: Marjorie Grace O’Keann, 60.
FATHER: Errol Ronan O’Keann, 67.
SIBLINGS: Corbin Soen O’Keann, 38.
Kody Brocken O’Keann, 33.
Shaun Drax O’Keann, 27.
OTHERS: There are a plentiful amount of nieces, nephews and women that he considers sisters now. (And two he considers witches, but Kody never had good sense).
PETS: A mixed kitten called Ziggy (on account of his mixed eyes), a ferret named Wolf, and an iguana named Steven (Or Steve, for short)!
HOMETOWN: Peoria, Illinois.
HISTORY: Errol was proud of his Celtic heritage, and when he married a wife who had Nordic ancestors some might have said they went a little too far. Their sons took the names of their forefathers, even if the two of them were both born and raised in Illinois themselves. That was not the point. The two had both been raised to be proud of their bloodlines. Errol’s grandfather was famous for telling tales of how the O’Keann’s were blacksmiths and builders. He would have anyone believe they had built everything they had with their own hands.
Four boys meant a loud, chaotic home. The brothers were all close, but at the same time they knew how to drive each other crazy – and they often did. Roban would admit that he was the worst of the four for the pranks and the teasing. He had a lighthearted nature about him since he was a young boy, and got a kick out of tormenting his siblings. He did it all in good nature though; he never set out to actually upset or hurt them. No, no one was allowed to do that. He was the first to step in and looked threatening if anyone so much as tried to bully his brothers. He had this wild look about his eyes that could often be terrifying, especially to people who didn’t know he was practically a teddy bear.
Ironsmithing was something he sort of just fell into. His uncle did it as a hobby, and a trade on the side of his construction work, and one summer taught Roban some of the basics of it all. It was a fascinating thing to him, and as it went on and he played around with the forge and the materials, he found it something he enjoyed. He had been a keen artist, but sitting down with a sketchpad often bored him after a while. He had half finished pieces throughout three different pads in his bedroom, and his high school teacher was frustrated with him for his waning effort when he was in the middle of a project in class. He had always craved something that little bit different and it appeared that this was exactly it. Eventually he went to a trade school to get all the necessary documents to call it official, but he was proud to say that he could sell himself as an ironsmith. It was his older brother who suggested they go into business together, but Roban who wanted to move to a city if they were going to try a venture like that. Corbin agreed in the end, and the brothers eventually settled on New York after they found and looked at a warehouse and yard that they could get for a decently cheap price. It had come with some bad history of blood spilt and an accidental drowning off the back dock, but they weren’t worried about that. They wanted to convert the space and the money they saved on the purchase meant they could do that with higher end equipment. Corbin was a joiner, so he wanted a woodshop, and Roban needed his space for his trade, too. Before they were through, Kody expressed an interest in joining them as a stone mason, and their youngest brother who was still in high school at the time had dreams of being an electrician. Eventually, through the family, with cousins and so on, they developed Seven Circles, named aptly after Dante’s exploration of hell and the fact that they eventually ended up with seven different professions working within their business. Basically, when all was said and done, they could take on a big contract with a construction firm and get paid well for it. It was one of their larger dealings as well as letting everyone manage their own smaller, individual jobs and businesses within the company. They hired extra hands for certain things, and Corbin and Roban were the co-owners and overall bosses of the venture for whenever anything needed signing or people demanded to speak to those in charge. Still, neither of them were the type to wear suits and ties and both preferred to keep their hands dirty.
Several years went back, Seven Circles became a thoroughly established business and Roban lived well. He dated a bit, but mostly watched his elder brother settled down into wedded bliss, battle parenthood like a bumbling idiot, and then shake his head as Kody followed suit, but with three different women and none without the ring on their fingers. Shaun seemed to be the sensible one, content with his long term sweetheart but in no rush to settle down from their life of luxury adventure vacations and hard work. Meanwhile, Roban was happy just taking life one day at a time, seeing what the fates had in store for him next.
YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Far far away
SAMPLE:never in a million and one years!
