kieran rhys SULLIVAN

[Kieran Sullivan]

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Name: Kieran (said KYE-ran) Rhys Sullivan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Josh Hartnett Tyler Posey

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:

"As soon as I walk in the room, girls take one look at me face and sigh dreamily." -laughs- "Nah, I'm just messin' with ya. I've been called pretty dreamy by some lasses though."

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Indeed. While he can't exactly be compared to Adonis or any other Greek God, Kieran does still hold his own in the looks department. He has a generally sweet and open face, matching his friendly and charming personality. More often than not, there's a smile on his lips, shopping off deep dimples in his cheeks. He's not one who bothers masking his emotions and "all that crap that people pull about tryin' ter hide their feelings", as he puts it. Despite that, he doesn't believe in the whole eyes-are-the-windows-to-the-soul thing, either. It's not possible to know everyone's intentions by looking into their eyes. To him, that's simply ridiculous. Besides, it's not just the eyes. With Kieran, it's his whole face that becomes animated with emotions - in other words, you can usually tell exactly what Kieran is feeling just by looking at his face or body language in general. I digress, though. Kieran's features themselves are pleasing to look at. His skin is usually pretty pale, although at times he manages to obtain a light, golden tan. It never lasts very long, since his skin quickly returns to it's original color. A stark contrast to his white skin, Kieran's eyes are a dark, coffee brown, deep-set underneath dark, bushy eyebrows, and together with his equally dark brown - almost black - hair it gives him a rather exotic look. His cupid-bow lips are a pale pink, with the lower slightly fuller than the top. A straight, medium-sized nose, small-ish ears, a slightly square jaw and a rounded chin complete his features. He usually keeps his hair short, and as for facial hair he's normally clean shaven although he tends to grown a bit of a goatee at times which he believes "adds to his charm".

Physique:

"I play sports a lot. What do ye think me body's like? Haha."

Yes, Kieran is quite the athlete; and it obviously shows. Broad shoulders taper to muscular arms developed from years of playing Quidditch with his friends - usually preferring the Beater position. Nothing like swinging a bat to get rid of any hidden frustrations, right? Plus, he tends to prefer muggle sports like basketball over football, which strengthen his arms. He's not exactly a huge, muscle-bound guy thogh - he doesn't exactly have the "washboard" abs since he's not interested in looking like a "steroid-taking tosser", but he has some definition. Overall, though, he looks like the kind of guy who could definitely hold his own in a brawl when the occasion calls for it. A rather slim torso leads to long, strong legs that make up most of his height. Speaking of height - Kieran is tall. As in...taaaall. He reaches a rather impressive 6'3, meaning he towers over nearly everyone and doesn't have to feel awkward about a girl being possibly taller than him (because, you know, that's just "not cool"). Another reason why he prefers basketball to other muggle sports, really. His height simply gives him an advantage. Aside from a splattering for freckles here and there, Kieran's smooth, pale skin is pretty blemish-free – except, of course, for his tattoo on the upper-left of his back. The reason behind Kieran getting it is simple: he got drunk with his friends on his sixteenth birthday (yes, he does realize that's normally what one does on his twenty-first birthday, but oh well) and they dared him to get a tat and so, not being one to chicken out of a dare, he did. It's a Celtic knot, as far as he can remember. Kieran honestly has no idea why he picked that one out in particular; he's just glad he didn't get something ridiculous. Like a heart or something. That would've been absolutely mortifying!

Wand Type: Holly, 11", Leprechaun Hair Apparen'ly, that particular core only works best for the Irish. Thank God I'm Irish, ey?
Wand Expertise: Arthimancy I can multiply big numbers in me head, for some reason.
Patronus: Grizzy bear "Well, I think tha's rather fittin', don't ye? Bears are known to be calm unless ye provoke them. Like me. I'm as laid back as the next person, 'till ye piss me off. In which case, I can be jus' as bad as anee grizzly."
Boggart: Seeing his family die. "I don't need to explain this, do I? 'Coz it's just depressing, mate."

Personality:

"I'm the calmest bloke you'll find, honest. Nothin' bugs me. Well...

almost nothin'. Not enough to 'cause me to go ape sh*t at least."[/right][/i]

Kieran really is an easy-going, laid-back guy. He's the kind-of guy who just lets things roll off his shoulders and can easily shrug things off. He finds that getting annoyed over the "little things" just stresses you out, and he hates being stressed out. Sure, there are plenty of things he claims "annoy" him, but he doesn't fume over them. His usual reaction would either be roll his eyes in exasperation or simply ignore it. He likes to think of it as being the "bigger person". In reality, it's just because it's time-consuming. Life's too short to waste it getting mad over silly little things. Another thing is, he tends to avoid arguments if he thinks it's not worth it. If people have a different view point from him, he's not going to kill himself trying to prove them wrong or convince them otherwise because, really, what's the point? "Everyone's their own person, who am I to say what they should think?" Once again, trying to convince someone of your viewpoint is time-consuming and not only that but he's sure it pisses off other people and while he might enjoy rubbing some people the wrong way at times ("It's fun to see them gettin' all huffy and what-not."), he doesn't bother when it comes to debates. He's no snob who thinks that he's right about everything and anyone who thinks differently is wrong. Because those people are just ridiculous.

"If you do manage to piss me off, though, I'm not afraid to get physical. Punched a guy right in the kisser for mackin' on my girl a few years back, for example. Can't stand that sorta thing."

Quite like the animal his patronus takes the shape of, Kieran is dangerous when he's pissed off. He's not one to shout or yell. Instead, he has a quieter sort of angry where his eyes get darker, his lips thin and a stormy look takes over his features. And then when he speaks, it's in a soft, clipped, dangerous tone. In fact, the only times he yells is when he's messing around or happy or playing sports. He's not afraid to get into brawls, though. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'll just as readily jump into a brawl like any other hot-blooded male if he's really pissed off, usually being the one to start them. He just has that sort of reckless abandon about him. He's beaten up quite a few blokes in his life-time - and been beaten up a couple of times, too. All part of the being-a-man process, of course. Never over something stupid, though. As aforementioned, Kieran is generally a laid-back person until you push his buttons enough times, or just hit the right button. Otherwise, if you only slightly irritate him, he'll stick to ignoring you. Best tactic to avoid headache-inducing conflict, in his opinion.

"Look before ye leap? Not for me." -laughs-

Reckless. Absolutely and completely. Cooking an absolutely insane and possibly even dangerous plan? He's the first to jump in with you and do it without thinking, even help you plan it out. Want to pull a prank on a professor? He's right there with you, usually the one who's actually starting the prank. This sort of reckless abandon is what lands him in detention time and time again - not like he cares. It's also why he's the first one to start a fight when the occasion calls for it. He's not the type of person to think at all before doing something, and usually that lands him in tight spots or in trouble, but he never cares enough to control this trait of his. As soon as he's out of the trouble - or even when he's in trouble - he'll normally just laugh it off and jump into the next adventure/crazy scheme. The times that he's actually thought something through are far and few between. And not only is it the things he does, but the things he says as well. He seems to have an uncontrollable habit of speaking without thinking, and more often than not the things that come out of his mouth also land him in some sort mess. Either that or he ends up hurting someone without meaning to, usually without even realizing it. He's just a guy who sometimes has a serious bout of word vomit, that's all.

"I like girls. Girls like me. Tha's all there is to it."

Kieran is…quite the flirt, to be honest. All right, so he's a huge flirt. As he put so wonderfully, he likes girls. And girls like him. Most of them anyway. He's also quite charming, with his quips and his gallant behavior and what-not. Flirting comes naturally to him, so much so that he honestly just never tries anymore; the words just flow out of his mouth, with nothing to filter them. A lot like the aforementioned word vomit. Of course, problems arise from this, too. It's difficult for him to reign in his flirty side around girls he finds attractive, even if they are taken. In that sense, he's quite a bit of a hypocrite – he'd hate anyone hitting on his current girlfriend, and yet he just as easily would flirt with a taken girl – and not just playfully, either. He just can't help himself. He would never, however, try to take a girl away from someone. That would be where he draws the line since, in his opinion, "it's just not fair play" – in other words, he just doesn't think it's right. He generally hates cheaters, and so would hate to be a reason for a girl to be one. Just because he might flirt with a girl a little doesn't generally mean he's trying to get into her pants. Contrary to (insultingly) popular belief, he is not a manwhore. Sure, he's had quite a few girlfriends before, that honestly never really last for very long - he hasn't yet found that one person whom he could honestly say he "loves", or that's his reasoning for it at least. But why did that have to mean he wanted to sleep with everyone he flirts with? It's just his way of being friendly. Is it his fault if over-eager or high-strung, up-tight girls misinterpret his intentions?

"Me mam raised me to be a nice boy. A real gentleman. No joke."

You wouldn't think a doesn't-think-before-he-speaks flirt would be a gentleman, would you? But there you have it. Kieran is your every-day gentleman who opens doors for girls and pulls out their chairs and everything in between. While he can swear like a sailor, he tends to censor himself around girls - not that girls these days couldn't swear like the best of them, but tradition does say that cussing in front of a girl is "disrespectful". And speaking of respect - Kieran respects all of his girlfriends, no matter what type of girl they are, or how they act. And by that I mean he would never, ever flirt with another girl when he's with her - at least, not seriously. He could never completely stop himself from flirting, even if it's just playful. Yet another "it's just not fair play" things, you know?

"I don't care much for education and what-not. Sure, I can get really smashing grades if I wanted to. I just don't want to."

Kieran is a smart cookie, and he probably could pass all his exams with flying colors if he applied himself...problem is, he's just not interested. He'd much rather joke around with his friends than sit in a stuffy library and try to learn a bunch of crap that would probably never help him in his future. The few subjects he really excels in is Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, namely because they actually interest him. Otherwise, he gets a handle of A's and E's in the rest of his subjects - and quite a few T's in History of Magic, but that's only because he thinks "it's the mos' useless subject on the planet.". It drives his mother especially insane since she knows how much potential he has - he just doesn't care enough to use it. He's not much for education - he's the jokester, the life of the party. That's what he did. He was the funny guy, not the studios one, that how it worked. And the world continued spinning properly and so on and so forth. Or something.

Likes:
+ Family; Can't live with 'em, can't live withou' 'em, right? Haha.
+ Sports; Muggle or wizard, though I like Quidditch the best. Flyin's bleedin' deadly, after all.
+ Music; I play the piano, but I like listenin' to other types 'swell.
+ Potions; The only subject I can pass withou' really applyin' myself too much.
+ Friends; Self-explanatory too, ey?
+ Girls; This shoulda probably gone at the top, but oh well. There ye go. I like me a bit of skirt every now and then? -laughs- All righ' I'm not that much of an arse. I just like girls.
+ Fairy lights; And Chrissmas in general, but I'll admit I like the lights they put up the best.
+ Pulling pranks; It's fun? Although the detention part, not so much. I've always admired the Marauders, though. Hogwarts won't be anee fun withou' 'em.
+ Challenges; All righ', maybe I should specify: challenging girls. I don't care one bit about educational challenges, haha. Anyway. Yeah, I like a challenge.
+ Drinking/parties/etc; Well...yeah.
+ PDA; Oh, git yer mind outta the gutter. I mean holding hands and what-not, not just all that other stuff. And feck you, it's nice.
Dislikes:
– Feeling lonely; I don't mind being alone but I hate feelin' lonely. Then again, who doesn't?
– Being patronized
– Feminsts; They annoy the hell outta me. I mean, I'm fine with women wanting to be independent and whatever, but bloody hell, letting a guy open a coupla doors or pull out a chair for ye won't kill ye . We know ye can do it yerself, but chivalry still does exist.
– Small, yippy dogs; Annoyin' as f*ck.
– When people mispronounce his name; It's really not that difficult. Jaysus, you should hear some of the things people come up with. An' I don't answer to anythin' other than "Kye" or "Kieran". I've heard enough annoyin' nicknames to last me a lifetime, thanks."
– Being rushed; I'm a pretty laid-back guy, like I said before. Being rushed or being under pressure annoys the feck outta me.
– Optimists; Those annoy the hell outta me, too. Someone needs to tell them tha' the world isn't all sunshine and daisies.
– Holding grudges; I'm not a judgmental person, and I don't hold grudges. I think it's just stupid.
– His sugar problem; It's facking annoyin'. I dun' take insulin, thank God, but I can't eat all I want, and if I forget to eat before playin' sports than it's just a pain.
– Liars&Cheaters
– When girls cry; Never know what to say or do to stop the waterworks.

History:
Family:
Father: Donovan Driscoll, 36
Mother: Aisling Sullivan-Murphy, 36
Step-father: Connor Murphy, 37
Step-sister: Nessa Murphy, 4

"Me parents' history is pretty typical: bloke meets lass. Bloke and lass fall in love. Bloke gets lass pregnant because he's too much of a muppet to use protection. Bloke abandons girl because he's a fecking coward. Oh wait…"

Aisling Summers had big dreams. Huge dreams. She was going to be the next big sensation – the next Madonna. No, even better than Madonna. She was going to Hollywood, and nothing was going to stop her. Not her up-tight parents, not her doubtful friends – nothing. And that's what she kept telling herself as she went through her school years – she'd agreed to complete her high school years to gratify her parents, even though she wasn't going to do anything with it. She was aiming high, of course. She had been born to be in front of the camera, she just knew it. It was her destiny. Or so she thought. Until she met Donovan Driscoll.

He was everything a girl wanted; charming, attractive, smooth talker, popular. And even though she had firmly remained non-distracted by guys, she really couldn't help herself when it came to Donovan. She was only sixteen; it made sense for her to fall in love with someone like Donnie. She just didn't expect to fall so hard. Suddenly, her whole life revolved around Donovan – stardom no longer mattered to her. He was all she thought about anymore. He told her he loved her, that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He seduced her with his sweet-talking. It was just too easy – she was naïve, wide-eyed and innocent. Aisling was convinced that they were going to get married as soon as they were out of High school and old enough to do so. Who cared if no one approved of him? She absolutely adored him, and he loved her too. She suddenly wanted all the things that she had loathed before – to be a house wife, a mother, to devote herself entirely to him. It was ridiculous, how much he changed her. But she didn’t care, she was just too far gone.

And then one day, it all came crashing down.

Seventeen year old Aisling was pregnant.

Her parents were mortified. She shamed them all with her "whore-ish" behavior. They couldn't believe it. Aisling, however, couldn't be happier. It simply sealed her and Donovan's fate together. Now they had to get married and absolutely no one could stop them. She was a bundle of energy when it came time to tell him – he took her out to dinner one night and, while they were waiting for the main course, she told him, the brightest smile on her face, expecting him to sweep her off her feet and laugh that amazing laugh of his, to spin her around and tell her how happy she had made him and how much he loved her. It was a show of how naïve she truly was that she was shocked when the opposite happened. As soon as the words "I'm pregnant" left her mouth, Donovan's eyes had grown wide in shock, and his mouth had twisted in horror. And then he jumped to his feet, shaking his head rapidly. Aisling was shocked; this was not how he was supposed to react! "How can you be pregnant?" he demanded, his eyes accusatory, as if somehow this was her fault. She grew angry then, also getting to her feet. "What the hell do you mean?!" she screamed, fear starting to bubble in her stomach. "It just happened, Don. I couldn't control it. I thought you would be happy! I thought you l-loved me. I thought you wanted this. I thought we were going to grow old together and – and –" He cut her off, then.

"You stupid, stupid bitch. I never loved you, you muppet. You actually thought I'd want to marry someone like you? And now you went and got yourself pregnant?" He laughed and it was a cruel, terrible laugh that cut through Aisling's heart. "Good luck raising the baby on your own, you little sl*t," he sneered, and then he left her standing there, watching her life fall apart before her very eyes. How could this happen? Donovan loved her! He loved her! He'd said he loved her, so many times. He'd said she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen! He'd slept with her – he'd taken her virginity and made promises, so many promises. He'd said he would always be there for her. And now he'd just left. Had ripped out her heart and stomped all over it. And now…now she had to crawl back to her parents with her tail between her legs and hope to God they'd take her back in because she didn't know what else to do/

"I love me grandparents. They're uptight an' all, but I love 'em to death."

They took her back in. Of course they did. Even though she had disappointed them greatly, she was still their daughter. They weren't like the parents who would kick out their kid for making a stupid mistake; she was young, of course she would make mistakes. It was part of the growing-up process. And so they were there for her until her heart healed, and then while she was pregnant. She stopped going to school, the comments were just too much for her to handle, plus the fact that Donovan pretended she no longer existed was like a knife twisting in her knife, over and over again. She gave birth to a healthy, bouncing baby boy on Christmas morning, and dubbed him Kieran Rhys Sullivan – Kieran after her great-grandfather, and Rhys after her amazingly supportive father, and then gave him her last name. After Kieran was old enough, she went to night school, determined to get her high-school diploma. In the mornings, she worked as a waitress, saving up money so that she could move out; she felt entirely too guilty for being such a burden on her parents, even though they assured her that they loved having her and Kieran. While she was at work, or in school, they were the ones who took care of Kieran – and spoiled him like crazy, of course.

Aisling graduated high school and secured a job as a secretary in a small company – the pay wasn't that great, but it was better than the crappy tips she received at the restaurant. Soon, she had enough money to get a small, one-bedroom apartment and she moved out, insisting that it was time for her to take care of herself. The wide-eyed girl who'd had all those huge hopes and dreams was gone; in her place was a hardened, realistic woman. She still visited her parents often, of course. And Kieran always looked forward to those visits; his "grampy and grammy" were the best, after all. His childhood was pretty normal; he managed to get into school, and did pretty well. All was well…for the most part.

"Me magical side came out when I was…six? Yeah, tha's right. I was six. But I was about nine when it really…came out. Me mam never understood it. Even I didn't 'till I got the letter from Dumbledore."

The magic in Kieran was never very obvious when he was younger. It was mostly just little things – stuff moving, maybe a door slamming once that could've been mistaken for the wind, that sort of thing. He was a very calm child, after all, and magic – as everyone knows – usually happens during stressful situations. And it was about nine when Kieran lost his temper for real for the first time. It was at school and a group of boys in his class were making fun of him for wearing such "old and horrible" clothes since they couldn't afford to buy new ones. Embarrassed, Kieran had felt his anger grow and grow, and he was growing quieter and quieter the more they laughed at him until finally it all exploded out of him – quite literally. One moment the boys were closing in, laughing and jeering, and then they were all on the ground, groaning in pain and the windows of the classroom were broken. When the teacher arrived, the boys tried to tell him what happened, babbling on about Kieran's "devil power", but he didn't believe them of course, assuming they were the cause for the mess and forcing them to stay behind for detention to clean it up. Kieran knew for a fact that whatever he had done wasn't thanks to the devil – but he did know it wasn't normal either. He just didn't know what it was. Until, of course, the letter came, along with Professor Dumbledore. When he informed them that Kieran was a wizard, Aisling…well, she fainted. When she came to, however, everything was explained and although she was skeptical, she at first accepted it – eventually. Kieran was over the moon, of course. Dumbledore spoke of going to a magic school and learning to do magic - it was all so very exciting! He honestly couldn't wait! The prospect of leaving his mother alone as he went to boarding school worried him, though, but it wouldn't be long before that changed, too.

"Alotta kids always say they hate their step father. But Connor isn't so bad."

Aisling was content with her life – but not happy. A part of her yearned for a life partner, but she was afraid; afraid of getting screwed over again by another douche who didn't really want her. Still. She was starting to become lonely, and even Kieran could tell a change in her attitude. She always looked on other couples with a longing look in her eyes. Kieran was a smart kid, he knew his mother wanted a husband, and he told himself that if she ever found one he would be happy for her. Enter Connor Murphy – the new business manager affiliating with the company Aisling worked at. They met when he came to talk to her boss, and he was immediately enamored by her. She was absolutely beautiful, with her shining red hair and beautiful blue eyes. From the moment they met, he knew he had to have her, in any way possible – but she seemed entirely too wary for him. A sign of a previously broken heart, he knew. No matter, he told himself. He would mend it. He had to.

He did.

It took time, of course. A lot of time, and a lot of dates, and a lot of gift-giving and charming maneuvers in an attempt to woo her. But he was determined, and soon enough he'd broken through her shell. Even sooner, they were completely and irrevocably in love. And soon after that, they were getting married. How Kieran felt about all this? Well, while he knew it would be different with a man around now and what-not, he saw how happy Connor made his mother and decided he'd just have to adjust. Sure, this man was sweeping into their lives and taking his mother's attention away from him, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Plus, it meant that while Kieran was away at Hogwarts, his mother wouldn't be alone anymore. It was as mature of a decision as a twelve year old could make, to accept this new father figure. He kept his mothers last name, though, and Connor was, surprisingly enough, okay with this. And then there was yet another addition to the family and Kieran had a sibling. A little sister, to be exact, whom they named Vanessa – Nessa for short. He loved her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. She was tiny, delicate and he felt the usual fierce protectiveness an older brother had over his younger sibling. Going to Hogwarts the year after she was born was almost painful, and every year after that was the same way. He wrote to his mother every week, demanding to know how she was, so much so that his mother often joked that he loved Nessa more than he loved her. He wasn't going to lie, Nessa came pretty close.

He'd never tell his mother that, even if she guessed it. He wasn't that tactless.

And so, that is Kieran's life up until now, in a nutshell. And now he's going into his seventh year at Hogwarts, living his life to the fullest with parties and girls and the like. In other words?

"Everything's jus' fine."

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