K . M . D E L A N E Y
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Kieran Morrison Delaney • 19 • Male • Gynosexual*
Power: Hallucinations.
Kieran experiences hallucinations of his own quite regularly, most of them harmless but emotionally draining. He’s usually aware of his surroundings during these, as they’re more like mirages than full hallucinations. When using his power actively, he has the ability to alter the thoughts and place hallucinations in the minds of others, but guaranteeing he experiences a full hallucination himself. The ones that he experiences during this can either be thrilling and beautiful, or absolutely hellish (think the Reddit 50/50 challenge.) It’s almost as if he’s on a hallucinogenic drug during these times, as he loses awareness of his current world and gets transported to wherever his mind ends up taking him. The worst of these self-induced hallucinations usually come back to haunt him in high-stress situations.
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« Plodder through midnight rain, »
General Appearance: Kieran’s hair is a honey brown, though it bleaches very easily after a few days in the sun in the sun to a blonde color with red undertones. He keeps it quite short near the back and sides, and it ends in a sharp, defined point at the nape of his neck, reminiscent of the Peaky Blinders haircut but with a longer top. He stands at 5’10”, though long arms and legs and a lanky build make him look taller. His chest and shoulders are toned, though not bulky, and his arms are muscular with quite a bit of definition. His torso is relatively short, with his hips set higher than most bodies’ — so his tapered legs make up the majority of his height. His skin is naturally pale, though after physical exertion or time spent in the sun it becomes a ruddy beige color. As for his eyes, they change colors depending on the light he’s in, varying from a clear, medium blue to a cool-toned hazel. Most of the time, they appear as a deep, murky teal - a blue that reminds him of death every time he sees himself in the mirror. His nose and cheekbones are narrow and clearly chiseled; his nose is concavely curved and turns slightly up at the end. He has lips that are naturally a deep pink, with the bottom lip a bit larger than the top. As he is farsighted, Kieran wears round, gold-framed glasses when reading or writing that make his big eyes look even larger on his face.
Clothing Choices: Kieran has a style reminiscent of years past - he can usually be seen in a button-down shirt, oversized dress pants, and suspenders. It’s unusual to see him in sweats or athletic clothes, even if he’s going for a run. He usually sticks to a certain color scheme - deep blues, olive green, shades of cream.. usually toned-down, warm-hued colors.
Jewelry/Accessories: Aside from his *iconic* suspenders, Kieran wears a large turquoise ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and a claddagh ring on the index finger of his right. He has a large collection of rings, most of them either gifted to him or stolen, and he alternates between them sometimes, though he’s always seen with the two mentioned above. Occasionally, he’ll wear a long necklace with light green beads and a red tassel at the end, or one with a leather thong and a small amber drop as a pendant.
Handedness: Kieran’s naturally left-handed and writes with that hand, though he plays his instruments in a right-handed orientation (left hand on the fretboard, right hand on the strings.)
Tattoos/Marks: His forearms are covered with tattoos - some of the notable ones are "XVIII" in Roman numerals on his left inner arm, an anarchist symbol on his right wrist, the words "altar wine" and "expressionist," a large bold peace sign, the roots of a tree, and a songbird holding a quill. He has a large scar on his left wrist caused by an incident with a guard dog, and a port wine stain on his left ring finger.
Scent: Though not overwhelming, Kieran has a distinct scent - the smell of oiled leather, rosemary shampoo, and his cologne - a heady scent laden with bergamot, juniper and vetiver.
Style of Speech: He tends to speak with relatively proper grammar - not overly so, but his sentences are coherent and sound thought-out. His penchant to wax poetic would make most sound pretentious, but a certain surreptitious smile and twinkle of Irish charm suggests that he doesn’t take himself too seriously.
Accent: Kieran has a heavy Louth accent, which comes through in his elongated vowels and hard consonants.
Voice Type: Kieran’s voice is naturally quite low and husky. He tends to speak softly, only raising his voice in bouts of intense emotion.
« Question me again. »
Kieran
kieran spends hours nearly every night stuck to the rickety bench of an upright piano in the corner of his room. he’ll play for hours on end, usually starting with old folk songs that recall the memory of his dublin grandfather which slowly evolve into things of his own creation — songs written half by himself and half by… even he doesn’t know.
he has a strong sense of inherent right and wrong, though he doesn’t see the world in terms of black and white, good and bad. it seems shocking that a man like him, a thief for god’s sake, would rely on his moral compass like this - but after being instilled within him as a child, he still believes it and lives by it in the way he treats other people.
you wouldn’t know it with a look at him, but he’s quite religious - not in the mass-every-sunday sense, but he believes in something up there, finding himself relying on that something many a time.
Kieran
However, when around those closest to him, a different side of him appears - a patient, understanding man who feels deeply and expresses every one of those feelings. One trait remains a part of him no matter who he’s talking to - his brutal honesty. Those who know him know he’s an idealist, always hoping for - and sometimes expecting - the best outcomes. He often struggles to take things lightly but hides it in front of others. He’s incredibly decisive and passionate, never thinking twice about making any decisions - which ends up hurting him often later on. Markus’ decisions are made completely with his heart, and although he feels like he can trust his gut instinct, he shouldn’t. He always falls for the broken and unlovable souls - most of his relationships end quickly and loudly with at least one of them deeply hurt.
the ultimate idealist and a sensitive soul, daedalus’ soft-spoken passion in defending those he loves and the ideas he believes in is quick to come through in a conversation. he struggles to take things lightly and has difficulty getting along with the more sarcastic, rough-around-the-edges types. he’s incredibly decisive and passionate, never thinking twice about making any decisions - which ends up hurting him often later on. his decisions are made completely with his heart, and although he feels like he can trust his gut instinct, he shouldn’t. when he falls in love, it’s instant and head-over-heels. daedalus always falls for the broken and unlovable souls - most of his relationships end quickly and loudly with at least one of them deeply hurt.once things end, he completely tears himself from his past lovers, always removing any traces of them from his life and often burning the possessions they left behind.
stonks:
commanding presence
creative instincts
focuses easily on tasks
not stonks:
genuinely terrified of squirrels
nicotine addiction
stubborn to a fault
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