Post by Michael O'Connor on Mar 3, 2008 8:24:27 GMT -5
Full Name: Michael Cole O'Connor Jr.
Nickname and/or Alias: Mike, Mikey, Cole, O'Connor, Junior ONLY at home.
Age: 19
Birth Date: February 16
Gender: Male
Hometown and Country: Winnetka, IL (In the Chicagoland area)
What school & year?: Dartmouth (Freshman)
Occupation: Youth League Soccer Coach
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 156 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality & Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Relatives & Family:
Background & History:
Sample RP:
Finished Profile?: Yes
Grouping: Human
Canon or Custom: Custom
Actor, Actress, or Model Used: Jensen Ackles
How did you happen to find our board?: Blame Admin as to why I'm here, lol!
Rules Secret Word or Phrase: REMOVED BY STAFF!
Nickname and/or Alias: Mike, Mikey, Cole, O'Connor, Junior ONLY at home.
Age: 19
Birth Date: February 16
Gender: Male
Hometown and Country: Winnetka, IL (In the Chicagoland area)
What school & year?: Dartmouth (Freshman)
Occupation: Youth League Soccer Coach
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 156 lbs.
Appearance:
Mike has short brown hair and hazel eyes. He’s tan, but not overly, from being out on field. He’s a casual dresser when not in his school uniform. Jeans and tee shirts are his main stay.
Personality & Attitude:
Michael is a laid back guy who enjoys playing and watching sports. He also loves a good prank now and then. He may look like he’s thinking or ticked off, but he doesn’t prefer to go around smiling like an idiot all the time. Unfortunately he is more free spirited than his father would like him to be. Mr. O’Connor is pushing for Michael to get into a top ranking ivy league school and for him to come work at the family business and eventually become it’s CEO. Michael would rather go into the premier football league in England, preferably for Manchester United. He had been considering joining the Peace Corps just to irritate his father, but his mother heard wind of both of these plans and made Michael promise that he would go to University before he would, “destroy his life.”
He enjoys going to school at Spenser for two reasons... 1. He’s as far away as he can get from his father for the time being. 2. The girls seem a little bit prettier out on the East Coast than in Chicago. He is a decent student, but he doesn’t over do it on studying. He can usually be found out on the field or at Nicky’s.
Likes:
+ Cute girls who happen to get lost and try to come into my dorm room.
+ Soccer
+ Lacrosse
+ Winning
+ My Guitar
+ Did I mention Girls?
+ Playing a good prank.
Dislikes:
- Losing
- Pop Quizzes
- Long-winded Teachers
- When people play Stair Way on their guitars right after they learn how to play it.
- My Father.
- Mike & Ike
Relatives & Family:
Father - Michael O'Connor Sr.
Mother - Bridgette O'Connor
Sister- Elizabeth "Bethy" O'Connor
Background & History:
Michael is a legacy of Spenser Academy, his father, uncles, grandfather, and great-grandfather. Though his family is originally from the Boston area, Mike grew up outside of Chicago in the upscale neighborhood of Winnetka in a life of very comfortable means. He is the older of two children to this branch of the O'Connor's clan. His mother and sister are his stabilizers and they both act as buffers when the Mikes are butting heads. He has the common teen syndrome... I don't want to be my dad. They fight constantly over everything when Mike is at home. From basically birth Michael and his father have been at odds. If one wanted to play catch the other wanted to go swimming.
He sees being in Ipswich as being free. Free to play his guitar, free to play the sports that he wants to play, free to think and dream.
Sample RP:
Devan sighed deeply as he climbed out of the cab. "There is nothing like New Orleans in springtime." He mainly said to himself. He flung his backpack over his shoulder and then took his suitcase up in his hand. He walked up the front steps of the Complex; he had forgotten how much he loved the architecture of the city, but especially the Complex. When he got to the doors he looked back for a second as the cab pulled away from the curb. He slowly inhaled and pushed opened the wooden monstrosities. Turning his head as he stepped inside the foyer of the building.
He had to laugh out load at seeing a bouncer sitting behind the desk and not the droning sentinel. "It took him long enough." He said as he walked up to the man, then continued like the true smart-ass that he is. "Do I have to pay?" Flipping out his ID and then pointing the small sign on the wall that carried his last name of Chortko. The bouncer barely blinked as he looked at him and then his ID. "Hello?... Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me..." Devan’s voice trailed off before the man hurt himself from working. He cracked a smile when the Bouncer barely raised an eyebrow and then nodded him on. He chuckled as walked on through the new security devices that Sasha had installed, giving them a once over as he made his way to the cross roads in the Morgue Complex maze.
He looked to his left to see the doors to the Museum of the Macabre and smiled. He would have to go through there later. He sighed as he walked on to the Coroner’s Office door. The frosted glass was welcoming as he pushed open the door and started down that chilly hallway. He could hear the cameras focusing and taking pictures of him, so he took it upon himself to give a big toothy grin now and then. He had to keep himself from running as he saw the double doors that knew him so well. His worn, soft leather boots barely making a sound on the floor as he past through into the club’s inner sanctum. There she was, she looked like an angel to him as the club lights lit her just right as she dried a glass. He dropped his bags on the floor with a loud thud and grinned. "So this is how you spend your time when I'm not here Sasha?"
Finished Profile?: Yes
Grouping: Human
Canon or Custom: Custom
Actor, Actress, or Model Used: Jensen Ackles
How did you happen to find our board?: Blame Admin as to why I'm here, lol!
Rules Secret Word or Phrase: REMOVED BY STAFF!