Post by MOTLEY ISAAC CALLAHAN on Mar 11, 2015 22:58:52 GMT -7
motley isaac callahan |
[presto]  alex evans civilian seventeen junior & record store clerk unsure single quinn [/presto] | FREEFORM APPLICATION motley was the last born callahan child, not because they felt like they had enough but because of an unexpected tragedy. some complications during the surgery to get premature twins out into the world caused their mother to pass away, painfully and without ever getting to hold her new baby boy and his twin sister. this tragedy caused a break in their father and he blamed his only son for the death of his beloved wife. everything had been going fine until the doctors were getting him out, that was things went wrong, it was his fault. it was the beginning of an unpleasant life full of demons. he grew up extremely abused in all forms by his father, cruel punishment for something that he grew up being blamed for. the man was already strict from being an ex seargant major in the army but, accoring to the eldest callahan sister, things were different after the twins were born. eventually, motley started to blame himself for his mother's death as well and felt like he deserved the punishment. becoming locked in the closet, sometimes for days at a time with nothing to eat or drink, was normal; lashings that made him bleed and scar weren't unusual; laying in bed at night, silently crying and shaking until he was too exhausted to stay awake only to be plagued by nightmares was typical. he was so little, only seven years old, and he knew little more than pain. his only relief and safety was school, and violin lessons with the neighbor with his twin sister while she did piano. he got a little older and things were only worse. his dad had a new girlfriend that liked to torture the young boy as well. she was the one that ripped his virginity from him while his dad laughed and told him that, someday, he'd be begging for the same traumatizing thing. it wasn't once that he had to go through being held down, shaking with silent tears rolling down his face, and put through the same agony. he hated it, it scared him, and he didn't understand it. but he deserved it, he didn't question that. he killed his mom, it was his fault, he deserved to be punished. even with the punishment, the welts, and lashes... the boy started to self-harm. it was a punishment he could control and, for some reason, that made hime feel a little bit better. it became an addiction he turned to when things were out of control. the only relief he knew were the wounds he caused himself and the way he lost himself in his violin. motley's father would sit down every night with his girlfriend and they would make motley play, often times a violin and piano duet with his twin. it was the one time their father could sit under the same roof as motley without screaming and hitting him. however, messing up would change that. playing with shaking hands was hard for the twelve year old boy but he strived for perfection, knowing what awaited if he didn't play right. this luck caught up with him and the note was wrong, too sharp, and he almost dropped to the floor in sobs the second his bow let out the screech. his father's jaw was tense and his eyes were burning a hole in motley's head. he wanted to run but could only stand that, stiff as a board and paralyzed in fear as his father got up and walked over. motley's twin sister stared with brimming eyes, screaming when their father seized motley by his hair and nearly threw him across the room. the boy's face collided with the bar in the kitchen and the world tilted as he collapsed on the floor. the angry man snarled for his eldest to watch the kids and he left with his girlfriend. the girls took the chance to take their brother to the hospital. he had a concussion and something was wrong with his eye, but motley was too stunned and terrified to speak when they asked him questions. the next morning, after his sisters refused to let him fall asleep, he was no longrt in shock and knew what was wrong with his eye: vision in his left eye blurrier and everything seemed a little darker. the next year, the cat finally got out of the bag about what was happening. the three were in the care of the state for a while so they could sort out the trials and investigation but, after a couple months, they were moved out to live with their aunt and uncle across the country. a new place meant a new start, right? that's what his sisters thought but motley was still stuck in the nightmare with his demons. his self-harm didn't stop, they only got worse. the last thing his father had said to him was, "first you kill your mother then you put me in jail. this is your fault, i hope you're happy!" while he was relieved to not have to worry about his father anymore, he was far from happy. his parents were gone because of him, it really was his fault. his aunt and uncle had the three see a therapist but motley had a hard time opening up; it had been drilled in his head that he had deserved all of it and he believed all the terrible things that had been said about him. when he started trying to end his life was when his aunt and uncle started looking for other therapists that could help their nephew. finally, they found one; not a traditional therapist. this one looked like he should be the patient, not the doctor, with his tattoos and piercings. he was the first one motley really opened up to, and no one's really sure why it was this certain one but the people in his life were finally relieved. -- APPREHENSIVE: a very soft spoken, quiet young man whom is still haunted by demons of his past. he does not like being touched as it will likely trigger a panic attack for him. he typically avoids any kind of confrontation and is extremely submissive when it comes up. he is tremendously uncomfortable around people he doesn't know, his paranoia of people just wanting to use him or abandoning him lurking in the back of his mind. -- ARTISTIC: art is what has helped motley live with his demons. his drawings usually reflect those darker days in their style, almost resembling the art of tim burton at times. he is also talented in music, having played the violin since he was just three years old and picking up more instruments throughout his life. -- BULLIED: it started with his dad and has continued on into high school. people like to make fun of his clothing choice, his ridiculous height and scrawny build, his fringed hair, his partial blindness. he usually takes it silently and submissively, refusing to fight back or notify anyone out of pure terror. -- COMPASSIONATE: he has been through some real tough shit, things he believes he will never be able to recover from. when he sees someone in need, it reawakens a part of his youth that wanted to reach out for help but was too afraid. motley probably makes himself too available for people at times but he really can't stand to see someone in need of help not getting it. the kid would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it and he'll give you a shoulder to cry on when times are rough. -- SWEETHEART: the lanky 6'4" boy is a teddy bear. he doesn't have a mean bone in his body. he has a big heart and a desire, but a fear, of letting people in. he likes to help people in need since he's been in what felt like a hopeless place. he likes to sit around and watch movies, or play his violin, or write, or draw. he likes to see his friends smiling and would do anything to keep them happy. |
