O'KANE, keefe brogan

[keefe brogan o'kane]

, keefe BROGAN o'kane

i don't know what's worth fighting for or why i have to scream i don't know why i instigate

Hello my name is Korrigan. I've been inhabiting this planet for seventeen years. Out of those years, I've dedicated four to the game. Cormac is my other brain child. I came to know about The Dollhouse from Kaitlyn. Wanna know a secret? admin edit.

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ALL THE SAME
i don't want mudslinging games
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, full name: Keefe Brogan O'Kane
, nicknames: Key, Keefers
, age: seventeen years
, birthday: may eighth nineteen-ninety-two
, gender: male
, grade: eleventh
, occupation: waiter at the olive garden
, sexuality: heterosexual
, member group: human

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IT'S SUCH A SHAME
to let you walk away

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, hair colour: dark brown
, eye colour: dark brown
, weight: one hundred and fifty seven pounds
, height: five feet and nine inches
, distinguishing features: the first and most obvious aspect that separates him from his identical twin brother is the glasses. Keefe is terribly farsighted and without the lenses, everything within close proximity to him blurs into unintelligible blobs of color. The glasses themselves are neither ridiculously large nor laughably small and fit nicely on the bridge of his nose, the silver frames squares with the corners rounded off, the glass kept spotless. He looks significantly less battered than Cormac, with his nose angled only slightly to the left after being broken quite some time ago. He has a small, almost invisible nick out of his right eyebrow.
, personal style: Keefe's style is very similar to his brother's, choosing to go practical rather than flashy. He does, however, like the somewhat darker colors, maroon, black, and navy blue, for example. In fact, it isn't rare at all for the brothers to borrow (or in some cases merely be unable to tell the difference between what's theirs and what's not) clothes, seeing as they're about the same size and have similar tastes. On a normal day at school, he likes to put on a dark-colored button-up shirt, jeans (most of them have holes in the knees or have torn cuffs), and a pair of black sneakers. He also has a dogtag necklace, with the word 'love' engraved on both sides in braile.

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IS THERE A CHANCE?
a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?

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, likes: work that has meaning, mysteries, home, secrets, the color red, being with Cormac, books, things where they should be, sports, girls
, dislikes: accepting/giving flattery, surface data, shallowness, being asked personal questions, the color yellow, his glasses, his father, any type of alcohol, things out of place, being away from Cormac
, strengths: passionate, resourceful, quick-witted, unshockable, physically strong
, weaknesses: obsessive compulsive, self-destructive, extremely farsighted, secretive, dangerous
, quirks: must keep his lenses spotless, speaks with a thick Irish brogue
, goals: stop their father from hurting Cormac

, personality:

Okay, so he looks a little bit geeky. But spend five minutes with him and you'll see that you're wrong if you think he spends hours playing Dungeons and Dragons. He's your typical strong, silent type; until you say the wrong thing, in which case he'll have no loss for words. He's intensely emotional but also reluctant, scared even to express affection, giving the false air of being thick-skinned. He's got a good heart as a whole, but finds it extremely difficult to control himself when hurt due to the sheer depth of his own sensitivity. He possesses a wry, sharp, sometimes even cruel sense of humor, particularly when he feels slighted; which is almost always.

, family: Finn Cassidy O'Kane (father, living), Sheridan Gael O'Kane (mother, deceased), Cormac Teague O'Kane (twin brother, living), Rory Quinn O'Kane (grandfather, deceased), Keegan Sloane O'Kane (grandmother, deceased)

, history:

Keefe doesn't really like to talk about the details of where he came from; really, all anyone should know is that he's from Limerick, Ireland. He's a few minutes older than his brother, Cormac; his mother died shortly after giving birth to them (which hardly happens anymore, hence fueling his father's belief that they killed her somehow) and his father, heartbroken at the loss, never remarried. Finn has been angry at his sons for as long as Keefe can remember; Cormac simply takes this fact as a fact of life, while the older twin has constantly struggled with it. Ever since the abuse started, he's mulled constantly over the question of why?

Keefe has always known that his brother is special, even when they were very young. All his life he has known that he, though slightly older, has been at a disadvantage when compared to Cormac. That day when they were ten, when Finn broke his first pair of glasses and Cormac defended him, only convinced him that he would never be good enough. Instead of being glad that they went to stay with their grandparents for a little while after that, he wished his brother had never stepped in. Now that they are here, having moved from Limerick and here to Cleveland, Keefe hopes to step out of his twin's shadow. After all, as much as he loves Cormac, jealousy bubbles within him.

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A REASON TO FIGHT?
is there a chance you may change your mind?

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, custom title: the key that was thrown away
, rp sample:

Cormac was starting to get used to the strange happenings of London. When he'd first arrived, he'd been too scared to even consider getting involved with anything or anyone. But that had been lonely; he was on an extra long vacation, after all, so why not have some fun while he could? Slowly, he had eased himself into the regulars that haunted the streets and buildings here. For all his saying that these people were just plain fucking crazy, he felt like he was one of them, and that was more than he'd ever felt in Limerick, whether at school or at home. He felt like he belonged here, even though he missed home. He'd made some friends and some enemies and Hell, he'd even fallen in love.

It took a conscious effort for the boy not to visibly grimace as he thought of Chance, even for just a moment. He missed that damn girl so much, and it had only been...what, not even a week ago since she told him to stay away? He wasn't sure. He'd been trying so hard not to think about it much, knowing that to show vulnerability now, when the tension surrounding Nate's condition was still running high, would cause trouble. The boy refused to follow in the other's footsteps; he would not make a scene, no matter how crushed he'd been when Chance, his friend and the girl who'd given him his first kiss, turned around and spat venom in his eyes. It was partially his own fault, anyhow; he'd said quite possibly the stupidest thing ever in his life that night.

The boy shook his head as he walked, appearing to be shaking away the flecks of snow in his hair when in reality he was clearing his mind. It didn't matter, all that stuff about Chance and the others. He had much bigger things to worry about, like the soreness in his ribs and the small, faintly purple bruise on his right cheek. He didn't really want Spencer (or anyone else he knew, for that matter) to see it, but he decided that the only way to hide it would be through the use of make-up. And that was not an option. He would make something up if Spencer asked; while it was difficult for him to lie about anything else, Cormac had become a master at explaining his various bumps and bruises at the age of seven.

As he should, the young Irishman felt a little anxious, plodding through the cold toward a pet shop so he could help someone - an older guy, no less, assuming his icon hadn't been a lie - pick out a kitten. The entire thing was absurd; he had never met this guy face-to-face before, and only knew that he was the unfortunate brother-in-law of Isa and that he wanted a cat his landlord probably had rules against him having. But he could feel his grip on the shattered remains of his heart starting to loosen, his hands too bloodied and weakened by the sharp shards to hold on much longer. He needed a distraction, something to focus on other than the pierced flesh of his palms, otherwise he would let go and everything with spill away from him.

And besides, Spencer seemed friendly enough. He could use a few more friends after all that had happened, to make up for the ones he felt as if he'd lost. Who knew? Maybe he and Brenden's brother could end up being the best of pals, despite the age difference. Or maybe they would just be regular buddies; either way, it would be more than he'd ever gotten at school in Limerick. He avoided the boys there, fearful that their fathers would know of his father's weakness and discover his...evening habits. So, in total spite of his instincts telling him this was another one of those stupidest things he'd ever done, the boy paused outside the pet store. Naturally, his eyes were drawn to the puppies tumbling about in the store window.

I wonder if they ever get cold, he thought at he waited.

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OR ARE WE JUST
ashes and wine

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