Post by ' ' Will Cullain on Aug 14, 2008 12:39:39 GMT -5
WILLIAM SAOIRSE CULLAIN;;[ /center]
underneath it all;;
I'm been doing this for Nine Years
and you cant reach me by HOW WE CAN CONTACT YOU. ClicheSociopath@aol.com
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all about me;;
name;; William Saoirse Cullain
nicknames;; Will. || Cuchullain (Stage Name)
birthday;; August 21st
age;; 26
year;; 1981
sex;; Male
sexual orientation;; Straight
band && position;; Unrepentant Fenian Bastards. || Lead Vocalist, Songwriter, Bassist.
mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; Black; cut short
PRETTY eyes;; Brown
WEIGHT;; 210lbs
HEIGHT;; 6’3”
DISTINGUISHING features;; A three inch scar going from the left corner of his mouth from what he claimed to be an attempt to give him a Glasgow smile, has a sixteen scar going up his right side from what he claimed was a car bomb. Has a tattoo on his upper arm, shoulder, and mid-upper arm. He also has several scars over his knuckles and forearms, minor ones. Another set of scars are a series of bullet holes on his right shoulder, left hip and left side from when a very pissed off spectator hit the stage and started firing at him at a concert.
LOOK alike;; Gabriel C
overall appearance;; William’s built more like a boxer or a soldier than he is a singer. Albeit, with his ties to both the C-IRA and INLA, many claim that he was formerly that. His body is well-toned despite the fact he’s a bit rough around the edges due to his scars and tattoos. His smile, when he does smile, is a trademark often described as being a cross between both wolfish and lopsided at the same time.
His eyes are brown and extremely penetrating, often narrowed in scrutiny, especially when in a crowd. His hair is often slicked back or ‘spiked up’ to give him a ‘stronger’ look. His facial hair? Trimmed and snipped into a fairly neat goatee. Nothing else is really there about him except for the fact he almost looks more like his Italian heritage at times than he does his Irish heritage.
deep down;;
LOVE it;;
- Irish/Celtic Folklore
- Irish/Celtic Ballads
- Norse Mythology
- Military History
- Playing the Bass.
- Songwriting/singing
- Bensen and hedges Cigarettes.
- Jameson and Son Whiskey.
- Haggis
- Firearms Collecting.
- Boxing.
- Rugby.
- North American Football.
- Football (Soccer).
HATE it;;
REALLY GOOD at;;
KINDA BAD at;;
THOSE little THINGS;;
GOALS;; Proving his father wrong or at least damned trying. Uniting Ireland.
overall personality;; Stubborn as a mule with his blood on fire, the man known as “Cuchullain” is a “Wild, unrepentant fenian bastard”, or so he and the rest of the band would have you believe! While he’s a tiny bit of a step down from that image in real life, he isn’t *quite* that wild. He’s honest, brutally so. He believes that lying is just a waste of the liar’s time and the person they’re lying to.
He tends to be slightly reserved when alone or around people he doesn’t know due to past experience in life when “loose lips” can get you killed. However, he’s EXTREMELY quick to anger and is incredibly well-known for taking retaliation against “authority” such as the time when he was told not to play any of his ‘terrorist’ songs on stage. His retaliation? Spreading English beer all over the stage and setting it on fire before starting the song “God Save the Queen because we’re coming for the Bitch” which lead to him being banned from doing shows in England.
valuables;; A Pewter Celtic cross he wears on a string around his neck. A gold “Armagh” ring.
BEST memory;; Completing the first show the Unrepentant Fenian Bastards ever had.
WORST memory;; When the LVF member shot him on stage.
MOST VALUED possession;; His Grandfather’s Thompson Submachine Gun.[/color][/size]
HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; South Armagh
parents;; Wren Augustus Cullain; Maria Isabella Romano
pets;; A white Irish Wolfhound named Bobby Sands
history;;Born in the ROUGHEST Irish city there is, the young Mr. Cullain learned how to grow up and learned how to do it damn swiftly! His father, a prominent member of the INLA and a former member of the C-IRA, was the main reason young William gained a lover of the “Rebel Cause”, and his penchant for the continuous challenge of authority no matter what the outcome may very well be for him.
Despite the fact he grew up relatively safe in South Armagh, the man still had more than his fair share of fights, from a member of the Orange Order attempting to give him a Glasgow smile to the attempted death-by-car bomb. He’s had it rough, but it hasn’t stopped him from doing what he’s learned to love to do. Not even the relationship it’s caused with his father or the attempt on his life in North Ireland has swayed the man from his decision.
As far as he’s concerned, those who don’t like his music can go to hell.
FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrase;; It’s not a party if you do it every day.
your OTHER work;; Rumors, rumors, rumors. Rumors were what fueled the truth at time and thus they were what brought the long-lost watcher 'home', or at least something that could PASS as a possible home in the sense that it was the new council or so he'd been led to believe. The tall, wiry son of a bitch was clad in his full-on gear, every ounce of his tactical attire was on due to the fact he'd yet to get 'debriefed' and just now arrived back from Asia.
Oh, his gear had suffered quite the beat down! From his worn Kevlar pants to his beaten-up combat vest to his scuffed and roughed-up boots and gloves. His attire's color scheme? Stereotypical black with a black-ops feel to the entirety of it all! His skin was surprisingly pale for a human's but that would be due to the fact he hunted his prey at the time they were awake and ready.
Was he armed? Heh, it was a definite damned possibility! His combat vest had the rosewood grip of a Colt M1911A1 sticking out of a cross draw holster, but the thigh and side riggings that might go with that outfit weren't there, instead he toted a beat-up navy-blue Kevlar duffle bag that looked like it was fairly damned heavy, might even bring to question how the hell he so easily hefted it!
"Hello?" The lightly East European accent rang out, clearly trying to get *someone's* attention in this damned place.
administrator opinion;;
KEEP my SECRETS;;
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