carlyn ailish o'toole

[Carlyn Ailish O'Toole]

Full Name: Carlyn Ailish O’Toole
Nickname: N/A
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: February 10th, 1991
Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Irish
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Full Description:
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When one sees Carlyn from faraway, standing alone, they might think that she’s fairly tall. Her long legs and long waist make it seem like she must have some height to her thin build. But in all realism, Carlyn is actually pretty short. Not super short, but short nonetheless, standing at 5’1”. Her body is curved slightly into a barely discernable hour-glass figure. Her fast metabolism keeps her from packing on any weight despite the amount of food she eats.
[[.face;]]
Carlyn has always had a short of childish innocence about her. Her face, though lacking the roundness of a child’s, displays this effect. Her thin oval face mirrors a younger version of her mother. Her pink lips are pale but full. Her skin is fairly pale as well, which can be traced to her Irish heritage, as can her red hair, but she’s acquired a light tan from her many hours spent outdoors. She wears her hair long and straight, though it has a wave to it, especially at the ends. She used to wear it all one length, but, thanks to her friend Jillian, she’s now styled it with layers. It frames her face beautifully. There are tons of tiny freckles sprinkled over the top of her cheek bones and over the bridge of her nose. And although she looks a lot like her mother, there is a very distinguishable bit of her father visible in her features. She also inherited her father’s eyes, which were always considered, on him, unnaturally blue. Her bright blue eyes are light and abnormally deep, but somewhat cloudy, as are many blind eyes.
[[.personalization;]]
It’s only fitting that a girl like Carlyn has as many scars as she does. She’s got numerous scars and burns on her legs, arms, feet, and hands from her own little adventures. Luckily, none are so serious that they are visible to anyone but Carlyn unless brought up. She has a thin scar on her neck right under her jaw line on the right side running brokenly halfway around her neck. It’s hardly noticeable unless she points it out or someone is a little too close. She also has a faint pink scar on her stomach from when she had acute appendicitis. Besides the tiny scars, she also has a small birthmark on the bottom of her right foot that looks like a little white splotch of paint, and, oddly enough, a matching one on the top of her left foot. Spooky…


[d e e p e r]
Ability: Because of her condition, she has more than one ability resulting from years of her inability to see. Her original power: she can mimic any voice or sound she hears. A few years ago she found that she can see in the dark, and she can see anything she touches, making it easier to move around.
Likes:

[/li][li]Music
[/li][li]Reading (Braille, of course)
[/li][li]Logical equations
[/li][li]Nature
[/li][li]Photography
[/li][li]Faolan
[/li][li]Animals
[/li][li]Meeting new people
[/li][li]Spending time with family and friends
[/li][li]The sun
[/li][li]The night
[/li][li]Hiking
[/li][li]Trying new things
[/li][li]Feeling happy
[/li][li]Joking around, especially with her mimic ability
[/li][li]Subtly sappy romantic movies/books & comedies
[/li][li]Learning new things
[/li][li]Laughing
[/li][li]Her powers
[/li][li]Puzzles
[/li][li]Black Cherry soda
[/li][li]Strawberry Lime flavored water
[/li][li]Macadamia Nut Cookies
[/li][li]Broccoli (it's weird, but she's always liked it)
[/li][li]Kiwi (her favorite fruit)
[/li][li]Winter
[/li][li]Hypocrites
[/li][li]Demi Lovato, Avril Lavigne, Jordan Pruitt, Vanessa Carlton (a few artists she loves)
[/li][li]The Veronicas, Paramore, and Rascal Flatts (her favorite bands of all time)
[/li][li]Really meaningful country songs
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Pessimists
[/li][li]Cruel people
[/li][li]People who think they’re superior to others
[/li][li]Being separated from her family
[/li][li]Being underestimated because of her blindness
[/li][li]Feeling trapped
[/li][li]Cold weather
[/li][li]Feeling unhappy
[/li][li]Really loud noises
[/li][li]Being taken advantage of
[/li][li]Cashews (allergy)
[/li][li]Rap (Is there even a point to Rap? Seriously? It's. Not. MUSIC.)
[/li][li]Peas (eww, gross!)
Characteristics:
Carlyn could very well be described as the happiest person on earth. On the outside, at the very least. Her can-do attitude is often very contagious. She just seems so happy all the time, almost nothing can bring her down from her self-induced high. As you can see, she likes a lot of things, and dislikes very little. One of her more major passions has to be music. Listening as well as playing. She's a very gifted pianist. She's dabbled in other instruments as well, such as the violin, the guitar, the flute, the clarinet, the saxophone, the cello, and the harp, but has always been by far superior on the piano. Her latest fascination? The drums. Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance to learn before she came to Stonebrook.

She also enjoys singing and writing her own songs. She has ones of those sweet, ballad sort of voices that mesmerizes people, but probably wouldn't do all that well trying to sing something like rock or rap(which she hates) or metal. Maybe punk, depending on the style. I guess you could say her voice is a lot like the sound of a piano. But she's not one to go bragging about her voice or her talent as a pianist. She's a very modest person. She takes compliments gratefully, but she doesn't brag. She doesn't like people who brag or think they're better than everyone else just because there's something special about them. To her, everyone is special in their own way.

Aside from singing and playing music, she also just likes listening to music. It inspires her. When she's alone, she often finds herself dancing to it, or writing. Usually songs. But that's enough of her musical interests. She likes to read too, but finding books written in braille is not the easiest thing in the world. However, thanks to her "night vision" ability, she is able to read books at night even if they aren't in braille. She also has a very absorbent mind, and enjoys working out puzzles of all kinds and learning new things. Which means, of course, that she likes math. Weird, I know, she knows, but she can't help it.

Carlyn loves being outdoors so much more than being inside. She finds nature beautiful, and likes to hike. And, though she's blind, she loves taking pictures. She takes pictures of everything, even though she can't "technically" see whatever it is she’s snapping a shot of. She thinks a picture taken by someone who's blind gives it a certain quality. Carlyn is a truly optimistic and open-minded person with a genuinely warm heart and sunny disposition. It's hard not to like her, and it's hard to hold anything she says against her. Her biggest fault? She can be very... blunt. She says things without thinking, and it's usually alright, but sometimes it comes out wrong and doesn't end in the best way. She hates the way she blurts things out because it could potentionally hurt whomever she's talking to. Luckily, she's usually forgiven easily. It's hard not to forgive her when she's so genuine.

Along with nature, she absolutely loves her fox daemon Faolan very much, as well as nearly all other animals. Though she has no particular fondness for creatures like spiders, night crawlers, etc. Carlyn loves meeting new people. She enjoys learning all about other people. She views their lives as stories that lack an ending. She spends all her times with her friends or her family and, of course, Faolan. She likes the way the sun feels warm on her face, and she loves gazing at the moon and the stars at night, which she can only see thanks to her night vision.

She's up for trying pretty much anything. She likes experiencing new things. She above all loves feeling happy. Carlyn likes to mess around and pull jokes on her friends using her mimic power, and finds the concepts of subtly sappy romantic movies and books heartwarming. She's also drawn to comedies because she loves to laugh. She, unlike a lot of kids here at Stonebrook, actually likes her powers, and uses them all the time. Despite her hatred of cold weather, she, oddly enough, likes winter. Which makes her a little bit of a hypocrite I suppose. And unlike most people who hate hypocrites, she finds them amusing.

A few things you need to know about her though? She's claustrophobic, she's allergic to cashews, and though she doesn't know it yet, she's also allergic to Vicks VapoRub. She hates being taken advantage of and being looked down on or underestimated just because she's blind. She’s all about girl power, though she has nothing against guys either. One of her best friends is a guy. She also doesn't like being separated from her family.

Carlyn has a tendency to block the bad things in her life out. She hates feeling unhappy, so she pushes away anything that makes her feel that way and tolerates a lot of things because she's afraid if she's bothered by it, she won't feel happy anymore. But she's very opinionated, and paired with her bluntness, it can be a very dangerous thing. However, she’s a very understanding, caring person. She always ready to give someone a chance, or help them in any way she can. And she loves sharing. Sharing stories, feelings, lending books and CDs, even her optimistic demeanor. It’s hard not to love Carlyn or feel happy when around her, so I warn you know that there is no use fighting it.[/size]

[d a e m o n]
Name: Faolan
Form: Red Fox
Description: Although he's technically called a Red Fox, Faolan's color more closely resembles a glowing orange. His coat is thick and course, and long because of the cold weather surrounding Stonebrook. The tips of his large ears look like they've been dipped into a bucket of black paint, as do all four of his paws and the tip of his bushy tail. His black nose is sharply pointed, which is a recognizable trait of all foxes. Reaching up from his belly to his chin is a broad band of white. But it doesn't slip over his muzzle like some. His lower jaw is white, but the top of his muzzle fades from orange to black. His eyes are a bit unusual, too. They're butterscotch-colored and always gleam with a hint of mischief.

Faolan, pronounced fwail awn, is the Irish word for 'wolf.' And while that is not the form that he settled in, his loyalty is certainly that of a wolf. Faolan settled into his current form only a year or so ago, but has always been extremely protective of Carlyn. Before her newest powers emerged, he was very wary of other people, and would often growl if he thought they came too close or said something he didn't like. He doesn't share her disability, but he does share her happy disposition. He likes pretty much everything and everyone, except when he thinks Carlyn is threatened in anyway.

Carlyn hates being underestimated because of her blindness, but Faolan hates it even more. He's very outspoken for a daemon, conversing with other daemons and even other people. He lets his opinion be known. Like Carlyn, he's bold and brave, and likes trying new things along with her. Although he's a lot more tolerable of other people now, he's still slower to trust people than Carlyn. But that doesn't mean he's not friendly. He likes to play jokes even more than Carlyn does, and there is always a mischievious glint in his eyes. Faolan likes to rely on gut instinct, and if he gets a bad feeling about something, his opinion is set. He's very stubborn, so you better hope he likes you from the start. And if you ever break his trust in you, there's no getting it back. He's very loyal, but will put Carlyn's safety above everything else.

There has always been this sort of innocence about Carlyn. Thanks to her personality, as well as her short stature, she’s often mistaken for someone two or three years younger than her actual age: seventeen. But beyond the innocence that seems to float around her, people who get to know her find a kind of wisdom beyond her years. Because of her disability, and her extraordinary extra abilities, as her parents would call them, she’s had to learn things faster than most who are ordinary and take their sight for granted. (-short laugh inserted here-) Carlyn has even been referred to as an anti-depressant once or twice by her closest friends.


[f i n i s h i n g;t o u c h e s]
History:
Loinnir (LUN ir) O’Toole and Gloria Flynn was the couple everyone thought could never last. They were both too bold, too opinionated, and too pig-headed. What they didn’t see was that Loinnir and Gloria were actually made for each other. Both of them had a most adventurous spirit as children, which carried on into young adulthood. They met in high school and instantly felt the strong attraction between them. There was no denying the chemistry.

Gloria was a beautiful Irish girl with long flowing red hair and gorgeous green eyes. She often wore fitted shirts and cargo pants. Gloria could never refuse a challenge. There were many broken hearts left behind when she and Loinnir became an item. Loinnir was also quite a catch. His shaggy auburn hair and freckles didn’t look a bit childish with his deep blue eyes or his well-toned body. He was, as the girls in his class deemed him, very swoon-worthy. His friendly, laidback attitude made him popular among the guys as well.

They were destined for each other.

Loinnir and Gloria first met when Gloria transferred in from Dublin to Limerick at the beginning of freshman year. All the kids at school knew was that one day they were acquaintances, passing in the hall, sharing quips, and the next, they were inseparable.

Loinnir's friends knew that he'd had a thing for Gloria from the start, but Gloria had remained a bit of a tease. Though nobody knew it, Gloria had wanted to stay single because she thought it would make it easier to get acclimated, and easier in case her father transferred bases again. Her father was a military officer, and Gloria had moved through 13 different schools, never staying in one place for more than a year. And although her father had promised her they wouldn’t move again until she graduated, she didn’t want to take the chance.

And then, in walked Loinnir. He was cute, funny, sweet, charming, romantic, adventurous and bold, and he really liked her. For her. She tried to keep her distance, making it obvious that flirting was as far as she’d take it. But one night, he showed up on her doorstep with a rose and an invitation to go climbing up the side of a cliff and watch the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean. With her mother practically pushing her out the door, she couldn't refuse.

And so they went on their first date. Loinnir took her to a place where there were harnesses set up regularly, with a first aid station nearby. Gloria couldn't help but laugh. "Safety nerd?" she taunted. "Hardly." he'd retaliated with a laugh. And so they scaled the side of a 50 foot cliff, then sat on the edge to watch the sun set. They just talked and teased the whole time. When the sun vanished, Loinnir seemed to suddenly think of something. He then insisted on taking her somewhere, but wouldn't tell her where.

He pulled her down a path the led closer to the water's edge, until they were only 10 feet above the cove. He let go of her hand, pulled off his shirt, then took a running start for the end of the ledge and jumped, laughing the whole way. Gloria watched his descent in fascination. When he resurfaced, he was still laughing. “Come on!” he shouted.

“You’re crazy!” she cried back. But she took four big steps backwards, and then flung herself over the cascading cliff face. Together they laughed and swam and laughed some more. When their arms were so tired they couldn’t tread water anymore, they laid out on their back and trusted the warm current to keep them afloat. At this point, they weren’t talking anymore. They just silently enjoyed each other’s presence until the waves brought them back to shore.

When he took her home, he walked her up to her door holding her hand. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked, hope shining lucidly in his eyes. She couldn’t help but smile at this. And she couldn’t refuse him, so she nodded. Loinnir’s smile broadened and he swooped down to softly kiss her cheek. “Goodnight, Gloria.” he said. “Goodnight, Loinnir.”

They spent the whole next day together. And the day after that, when they went back to school, they were as thick as thieves. Gloria was hanging on Loinnir’s arm with her fingers laced in his, and Loinnir always looked at her as if she was the only person in the world. They were never apart except for during classes. It didn’t matter how far apart their classes were. Loinnir would always meet Gloria and carry her books for her to her next class.

Of course they fought every once in a while. They were both too stubborn, both too in love. But they always made up before the end of the day. They were always there for each other, for the good and the bad. And the night of their graduation, Loinnir took her to the rocky cliffside they had gone climbing for their first date. They started fighting over something small and trivial. It turned into a shouting match, as it often did, but Loinnir would let nothing stop him. So even in the heat of an argument, he proposed.

Turns out Loinnir had asked Gloria’s parent’s permission three weeks before and they had been anticipating the proposal anxiously since then. They had a big wedding with all their friends and their entire families present. A year later, Gloria announced that they were having a baby. There were a few complications with the birth, but everything turned out fine in the end. Unfortunately, Gloria was advised not to have any more children, and their little baby girl, aptly named Carlyn, had been born blind due to unknown circumstances.

It was easy raising a blind child, but Gloria and Loinnir made it look easy. They never openly treated her different than a child without her disability, though they were always worried on the inside. They eventually got used to it, and Carlyn found herself able to get around fairly easily. They discovered her “gift” early on. It appalled them at first, but then it was just another thing that made their daughter even more special.

Carlyn was always a very happy child, despite her sightless eyes. She grew up very normally in her home with her parents in Ireland. She found only a few years ago that in addition to mimicking sounds and voices, she could touch something, and then see it in her head. And, she could see in the dark. The first night she opened her eyes and realized she could see, she panicked, not sure what was going on. When the sun rose, her vision failed again. When she told her parents, they were perplexed. They had no idea what to make of it. So Carlyn anxiously waited for the sun to go down to see if it would happen again. It did.

Two years came and went. Somehow, government officials found out about Carlyn’s special abilities. Probably from the letters she and her two pen pals, Jillian and Winter, had been exchanging. It turns out that all three of them had unexplainable powers. And just weeks before, both Jillian and Winter had also been approached by the government for the same reason they would go to Carlyn. They came and asked if she would like to go to a special school in America for kids like her. She declined, not wanting to leave her parents, with whom she was really close to. A week later, they returned with an order to take Carlyn away, saying that she needed help developing her powers. And so she was taken to Stonebrook.

Despite missing her family desperately, Carlyn has tried to remain as happy as she always has been. Choosing to keep a stiff upper lip than to falling into a deep state of depression like some might. She knows nothing of the mysterious room behind the metal door other than what she’s heard from rumors, and if those rumors are true, she’s not sure if she wants to find out. A few days after arriving, she met Jillian and Winter, her pen pals, so she didn’t feel quite so out of place. With each other to lean on, it made adjusting to life at Stonebrook much easier.


Roleplay Sample: This is from one of my plots on a human/vampire site.

The clearing had been so quiet before, their soft murmurs the only thing to break the ominous silence. And then Autumn’s abrupt laughter began to ring loudly through the trees, confusing Peter. What was she laughing at? At him? Although it amused him in the slightest way, it didn’t really surprise him. It seemed that nothing the girl did could surprise him anymore. Not after everything else. She just continued laughing, dragging it on for another minute or so, and that’s when he realized that it didn’t sound as… jolly as laughter usually did. There was something lurking beneath her laughter. Something sad. He could sense it.

Wait a second now. Why was Peter assuming he could sense anything from her? And why did he always assume the worst? As much as he could have denied it, and very well might have, it was there. The weird way he always knew when there was something wrong with her, and – even weirder – she with him. It was there. Was it just because of all the time they’ve spent together these past months? It was the only logical answer Peter could make sense of. However, regardless of any of this, the boy chose to put it out of his mind, and when the laughing subsided, and Autumn made an excuse for the unexpected outburst, the clearing was quiet once more.

Hm. Mental image. He silently contemplated what mental image could have made this girl, this soldier, laugh so hard, in such a sad sort of way. He studied her profile for a second, then turned back the stars, knowing he wouldn’t find anything there. Was it just him, or did Autumn seem a little less like herself than usual? Then again, she’d been acting strange ever since she had woken up from her coma. He vaguely remembered the night she had finally woken up. He had been sleeping himself actually. All those sleepless nights had finally taken its toll on him. He’d been in such an uncharacteristically deep sleep that he couldn’t will himself awake until he’d smelled the steel blade of Autumn’s sword hovering at his throat.

At first, he felt a strange sense of relief at realizing that the girl was awake at last, but her behavior toward him had been anything but grateful. She had acted as though he was the one responsible for her comatose state. When she’d ultimately come to her senses, the girl had felt along her neck, as though looking for the marks of a vampire! Peter could only assume she’d had some sort of nightmare. One so vivid and so real that at first she didn’t know it had been a dream at all. He realized that she’d said more tonight than any other day in the past few weeks.

About half way through his reply about Cassandra, he noticed that she barely seemed to be paying attention, let alone registering what he was saying. What was wrong now? Why was she acting so outlandish all of a sudden? She seemed to snap out of it in time to hear his last statement and reply herself. “Maybe she’s like a spy or something. She looked familiar- I just don’t know from where.” Peter nodded absent-mindedly. When he mentioned the new addition to her forever growing list of injuries, she just shrugged it off with a joke.

“Oh! Yes Mom! We better get this covered ASAP or I might DIE from bleeding to death.” He didn’t laugh. On the contrary, his expression was deadly serious. She’d lost so much blood already that, for all they knew, she could bleed to death from something as small and simple as a cut. But he had to admit that this particular cut looked a little deep, which concerned him. He wondered how the hell she’d managed to do this to herself without his knowing about it. “Let’s just get it cleaned up, okay?” he said softly, not really wanting to fight her.

She pulled her arm away from him and pushed herself up off the ground. While she stretched, Peter grabbed his sneakers and shoved them over his feet, retying the laces easily. When he looked up, he saw Autumn’s hand suspended near his head, offering to help him up. “Besides, she said. ”Somebody has to be back at camp to babysit Cassandra.” He gave her a vastly small, very brief smile, something exceptionally rare for Peter, and accepted her hand. (Has he ever actually smiled?) Not wanting to put even more strain on her injuries though, he pushed himself to his feet without putting any weight in the hand he held.

As he did so, Autumn unexpectedly exclaimed, ”A piercing! Maybe, I should get one of those! Yeah! And then a tattoo!” Peter gave her an odd look, but couldn’t help another one of those brief smiles. This one lasted a bit longer. However, it faded when the girl grew quiet and the humor left her eyes.

When he was standing at full height, her hand still enclosed in his, the pair was standing only inches apart. He’d never noticed before, but she was at least half a head shorter then himself. Looking down, he met her crimson eyes. Why did she look so distressed? There was something unsettling skulking behind her oddly timed jokes and seemingly impulsive questions. It gave Peter an uneasy feeling. On the other hand, a lot of things were giving him an uneasy feeling lately: Cassandra, the war, being in one place for so long, the growing threat of Rasputin’s army, being this close to Autumn…

A replay of that night in the cemetery flashed before his eyes, and just like before, he felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. He remembered the weirdness between them after that night. However, it somehow didn’t sway him from doing what he did next. Instead of stepping away, like every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do, he felt himself leaning in closer. So close that their heads were nearly touching. His free hand was very slowly, very cautiously reaching up as if to gently coddle her cheek or tip her chin nearer.

But before it could go any further, an violently loud crash echoed tersely in the boy’s ears. Jerking his head back, he looked in the direction the intruding sound came from. It had come from down the trail ahead. The route leading back to their campsite. “Come on.” he hissed under his breath, the moment broken but not forgotten. Still clutching Autumn’s hand, he hurried down the small, worn path toward the noise, trying to set a pace she could keep up with, unsure of what they were heading into.

Password: Collide
Other: Carlyn is Irish for "little champion," and her dad likes to call her Champ. Ailish is the Irish form of Alice and means "noble sort." O'Toole is also an Irish last name. Faolan (fwail awn) is an Irish name coming from the word faol meaning “wolf.” I used to be Lassie on F.ingerprints. I like to pronounce it Loinnir LOON ear cause it reminds me of Lumiere, xD. Loinnir means brightness or radiance. Ahhh this character has given me such inspiration for another story![/blockquote]