Post by KRISTOPHER SEAN MILLIGAN on Feb 25, 2012 18:35:13 GMT -6
KRISTOPHER S E A N MILLIGAN
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I like it like that!
Hey windows down, chillin' with the radio on
I like it like that!
Damn, the sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that!
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough of everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that!
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]:
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: 15
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Ethnicity[/color]: Irish and French
Species[/color]: Gifted
Canon or Original[/color]: Cannon
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Very light blond, not yet platinum, but it's rather close. It's kept cropped and is usually spiked in some reasonable fashion.
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'11, but he's pretty much done growing. He shot up shortly last year and kept on growing throughout his freshman and first half of sophomore year. He roughly weighs around 170 pounds.
Body Type[/color]: Bulky and athletic.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: None
Face Claim[/color]: Alexander Ludwig
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Things changing/change, Exams, Getting dumped, His father at times, Spandex, Losing games, Being put in awkward situations, People picking on his little sister, Picking sides in an agreement (unless he's starting it), the Xbox going off line, and preteen boys who think their hot shots.
Strength[/color]: Endurance, Fast, Physically strong.
Weaknesses[/color]: Close minded, Indecisive, Pushes things aside
Fears[/color]: That he's a freak, Somebody discovering his ability, that what his dad is hiding could tear his family apart.
Secrets[/color]: He's a telepath, therefore, he can hear people's thoughts/read their minds.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: He's quick to size people up, takes the usual stance of crossing over his chest whenever he talks to anybody.
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Kris is no different than pretty much every other teenage boy out there and like all teenagers, has perfected the annoyed scowl and flashy smile. He's confident to an extreme and cocky like no other. He doesn't put a lot of doubt on himself, and even if he can't do something like that the pros, his charisma makes people believe that he can. Kris is just naturally like that, but of course, high school inflates his ego a little bit more with his spot on Varsity lacrosse and the fact that he's pretty much being groomed to rule the school his senior year. He's easy to make friends with for the most part and while he's not as judgmental as some of the other guys at school, Kris still turns deaf around people he doesn't care much for. His big fault is his dislike for change though, he doesn't deal with well internally and can take it out on people. Kris is big on everything staying the same and doesn't like being dealt with curve balls (for example, his new siblings).
This young guy is usually one to keep himself looking his part as residential high school heart breaker and high school athlete. His blond hair is usually kept in some sort of stylished fashion, in a fauxhawk or spiked up, whichever he feels the day calls for. Unlike his athlete neighbors, The Conners, Kierran tends to spend his days at school in comfortable jeans and converse, usually dealt with a hoodie or the latest that can be found in PacSun outfitters, saving the sweats for practice or lounging about in his house where nobody from school can see him.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: Windom, Minnesota
Mothers Name[/color]: Helen Milligan
Fathers Name[/color]: Adam Milligan
Siblings[/color]: Katie Milligan (13), Ryder Williams (Half brother, 22), Unborn baby
Pets[/color]: None
Overall History[/color]: Kris, born Kristopher, was the first child of Helen and Adam Milligan. In fact, he might as well had been considered an early Christmas present since he was born on the 24th of December, during a harsh winter in Windom. He was quite the little bundle of joy when he was little and fast to learn, when it came to walking, saying words, anything. Two years later, another individual came into Kris's little life and that was his sister, Katie. While he was a little hesitant about the idea of a new baby in his parents lives, after all, that would divert attention away from him, Kris quickly grew to love his sister in his own way. As a child, he lead a fairly uneventful life, the typical for the usual Minnesota boy, the only thing causing him a little fury in his life was the absence of his father.
Upon entering high school though, that became the new world for him and honestly, for many things. For one, it was that time where he suddenly realized that girls were not acutally a terrible thing in the world out to make his life hell, not in the literal sense at least. He also learned of the social classes within his school as well. But maybe one of the most awkward things ever about high school was that he saw the baby sitter on far more regular basis than he had ever wished to imagine since she pretty much could embarrassed him whenever she wanted. Thankfully, that had yet to seem to happen at all. Like all guys, Kris found himself getting pulled into sports, but he had put his time into lacrosse. After all, who could say no to trying to beating the crap out of another person with a stick?
Also, by joining a sport, it grouped him automatically with the jocks or otherwise known as "Lax Bro's" subculture of the high school, which he honestly didn't mind too much. After all, he thought that they were a great group of guys, and they all looked out for one another. Of course, being at the bottom of the food chain did mean a couple of things, but nothing that Kris couldn't handle, or at least, he liked to think. The other wonderful thing about Lacrosse though was that it kept his thoughts absent from that of his his father, who was ever absent from the household and with Kris hitting those teenage years, the difficult son was coming out of him a little quickly, but Lacrosse had lessen the blow for a little while, well, for his freshmen year at least.
Upon entering the sophomore year though, the case was a little different, mostly because he started hearing voices and after all, that wasn't normal. But it wasn't as if they were just like, made up voices, but they were voices that belonged to people that knew new personally when he was by them. Kris often mistaken the voices for them speaking out loud to him when the reality was, they didn't say anything at all and of course, it freaked him out because it was out of the ordinary and he didn't want to be abnormal, he just wanted to fit in. Granted, he was uncertain of what to do about it, so he just managed to keep it to himself and deal with it. If there are too many emotions or people in the room, it can cause him a headache but other than that, Kris has learned to just deal since he rather have people believe that he suffers from chronic headaches than what the real reason was.
A little later on though, there was something else that was brought to his attention and it was actually from his little sister Katie. She had claimed that she had found a trunk with letters upstairs in the attic from their uncle. Of course, Kris thought the whole thing was preposterous. Nobody kept secrets like that, not whole human beings that were just magically never mentioned, but she was persistent and he finally gave in and allowed her to show him. Of course, like any teenage boy, he was in denial about the whole thing, even with the letters right in his hands, because it just didn't make sense. However, day after day, the more he thought about it, the more everything was coming together in his mind and Kris began doing his own research with the Winchester name.
The truth came out in full force, or at least, he thought it was, yet he was too nervous to confront his dad about it. So lately, Kris had just been giving his father the cold shoulder, passing time while he figures out what to do with this new knowledge given to him about having uncles. Not only that, Kris finds himself having to deal with some newly added members to his family as well.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
He wasn't even sure as to what kind of emotions were going on in his head. Anger maybe, confusion, stress, the list could probably go on in Kris's head. Perhaps this had just been another secret that added on top of all of those letters, something that became unearth expectantly. He wasn't really sure of what to think, there were so many things jumbling around in his head, and Kris wasn't even sure if half of them were his own thoughts. There were too many people in the room, and there were too many emotions going on right now, "Can I go to my room?" he asked flatly, it wasn't even so much of a question though even though it sounded like it. Whether he got permission to leave or not, Kris was still going to leave.
His life was anything from perfect, well, ever since hearing people's thoughts, or the fact that Katie found those letters from an uncle that their Dad never seemed to acknowledge in their presence, let alone bring up. All of these secrets, but somehow, Kris just felt like everything did shatter right beneath his feet. One new sibling he might have been able to handle, but two? Whatever happened to it just being him and Katie, everything had been fine. Besides, it wasn't like their dad was ever around home to begin with. Kris glanced back at his parents now, they looked ready to tell him 'no', and he could actually hear the thought process. Not even giving them the time of day now, he quickly turned and headed up stairs.
There was the protest, but Kris turned deaf to their words. He didn't want to hear it. That guy wasn't his brother, not yet at least. He hurried up the stairs as fast as he could, which didn't take much time and retreated into the safety of his room now, slamming the door behind him, "Shit," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, messing up all the styling that he had put into it for the day. How much more messed up could his family get anyways? Whatever, he didn't even want to think about it right now, there wasn't anybody to talk about it to either. Grabbing his acoustic guitar off the stand, he dragged himself over to his bed and flopped down onto his bed. Holding the guitar close, he played around with the strings and tuning for a moment before he started a song.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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