~-Kieran-~The Room: Kieran chose one of the smaller rooms in the apartments for himself. His only furniture is a twin bed with a small bedside table with one drawer and a plain table lamp. The covers are a muted mint green color, and he keeps his room very tidy. The only bit of personalization is a framed piece of art on the wall: a raven soaring over a black landscape with a red sun hung in a grey sky - a rather depressing piece made with grainy paint that was more ash than anything else. There is a story behind it, but Kieran refuses to talk about it.
Name: Kieran
Birthday: May 26th
Sign: Gemini
Type: Uke
Breed: Cat
Relationship(s): None left
Friendships: Wants to try
Love: Doubtful
Likes: Mornings and evenings, stars, the ocean, fresh air
Dislikes: Nightmares, nighttime, popsicles, broccoli, camping, loud and/or obnoxious people
Favorite Color: Shades of green
Favorite Food: Anything warm and chocolate-y
Favorite Place/Type of Place: Open air, far away from people
Hobbies: Painting, sketching, design, hiking, and thinking
Personality: Quiet and reserved yet with an underlying strength to his words. Kieran comes off as someone who holds a lot back in his social interactions. He doesn't put too much on the line as far as his feelings go, though his curiousity about things can sometimes get the better of him. At times, his attitude can even make him appear more brooding than friendly.
The Known Past: Kieran showed up one day in the late fall, when the chill was just enough to start freezing the crops and bite through clothes at night. He'd been living in a run-down apartment in the downtown area, and it was obvious he wasn't exactly prepared for the winter to come. The coffee shop owner had been behind the counter when he ordered, and before he had left he had a new place to stay and a job to pay for it on top of that.
The Unknown Past: He never attended college, instead moving into an apartment with his brother to get away from his parents while his brother worked part-time and attended classes. Their relationship blossomed once allowed to, and moved into something less platonic. Once the rumors started, Maka was forced to quit his job. His grades dropped when he stopped attending classes because of the taunts. Slowly, the older brother that Kieran had grown to love as a mate withered under the pressure. Kieran attempted to hold them together by trying to find a full-time job, but it was difficult when no one in the small town would hire an incestuous little brat. He eventually got a position as a receptionist for a tattoo parlour, and was able to keep the rent paid and food in the fridge. Maka, however, never really recovered from his own emotional entanglements. Kieran suggested moving, but it fell on deaf ears. Within three months of them living together, Kieran came home from work one evening to find Maka dead in the bathtub. Utterly shattered, the other men that Kieran worked with at the tattoo shop took care of him until he could get his feet under him and move again.
Maka's remains were cremated, and Kieran had a small amount mixed into black ink for the first and only tattoo on his back - the single, black wing of a fallen angel represented his brother, who would always be his own guardian angel even if Heaven threw him down. Kieran mixed the rest himself into the painting of the raven, giving his brother the wings he never had over a desolate landscape that Kieran couldn't bring himself to paint any other way.
Types in dark green
Currently: In RP -> (Coffee Shop)
[Old] History:
- Meeting Cutler Beckett (Coffee Shop) [incomplete]
- Finding Presents (Original Anthro Shop, completed pg. 1229)
- Meeting Basil (Original Anthro Shop)
- Accused, Mikey (Coffee Shop)
- Meeting Kimaris (Original Anthro Shop) [incomplete]
