☥ owen sheehan
OOC INFORMATION;
NAME: Sarah/Oz
AGE: 22
TIME ZONE: Eastern Standard Time (US). -5, I think?
E-MAIL: oddrid@gmail.com
AIM: oddrid
PERSONAL LJ: oddrid… lol I am so imaginative
CHARACTER INFORMATION;
CHARACTER NAME: Owen Sheehan
NICKNAMES: Owen
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY/AGE: 27
MYTH: Isis
ABOUT MYTH: Isis on Wikipedia
ALIGNMENT: I really have no idea. I think just the shock of being a fertility goddess might kill poor Owen. But if I had to hazard a guess, I think he would probably be against power. Protector of the downtrodden and all that. ♥
BIRTHPLACE/NATIONALITY: Irish-American, born and raised outside of Charleston, South Carolina
OCCUPATION: Administrative Assistant at NYU
HISTORY: Owen does not know that he is a reincarnation of a fertility goddess, but it would probably explain a few things.
Owen is the youngest of seven boys in an blue-collar Irish-Catholic family from low country South Carolina. Owen’s grandparents and great-grandparents had been mill-workers, practically slaves at textile factories before they died at unusually young ages from respiratory disease contracted on the job. His father, having observed the painful effects of working at the mills and having been afforded more options due to his parents’ efforts, opted to work at a car manufacturer all his life. Owen’s mother was never afforded the chance to have a job, as she was pregnant with her first child by the age of 19.
From the beginning, Owen was his mother’s favorite. As a toddler, he would abandon the company of other children and wobble around the garden after his mother, helping her plant and tend the vegetables. Affectionately, she started referring to him as her “little green thumb.” She had assumed that as he grew older, his attention would begin to fade and he would join in the other boys’ adventure games. Much to her astonishment, as he grew older Owen began consciously helping with the more domestic aspects of the home. He cleaned, he cooked, and he took great relish in gardening. His mother even gave him his own small plot of land, in which he planted sunflowers.
His brothers had always ignored him, but they just couldn’t anymore when Owen took up sewing. Helping your mom out around the house occasionally is alright, that could be a man’s work, but sewing? Overnight, Owen became the neighborhood and school pariah. Children began taunting him with his last name, emphasizing the “She” in “Sheehan,” something they had never dared to do with his older, more masculine siblings. The taunting culminated when a group of boys jumped Owen on the playground after school and ripped off his pants while his whole class watched, “just to make sure that he really was a boy.” That was the last time Owen ever helped his mother do the housework, or really spoke to her substantially at all. Untended, his garden withered and died.
From then on, Owen made a much bigger effort to fit in with the popular masculine types. He began roughhousing with his brothers, joined team sports to connect with other males of his age-group, and was actively mean to girls whereas earlier he had just been afraid of them. In high school he was, well, not the star of the football team, but hey he was on it and he was a popular guy around town. His father paid attention to him for the first time in his life, and his mother cheered him on quietly from the sidelines, but with a strange sadness in her eyes. This sadness had a counterpart in his heart, because while he made good friends and had great times with them, he felt somehow that a huge part of his life was missing, or had been erased.
Everyone except himself and his mother forgot Owen’s feminine side. This was, however, due to a growing amount of work on Owen’s part. Around puberty, Owen started noticing some strange phenomena. For one, whenever he walked barefoot, flowers would grow out of his footsteps. Now Owen always wears shoes, even when swimming, because the flowers would grow right out of the concrete around the edge of the pool. Children began having his intense affinity for him, with babies crying out for him over their mothers’ shoulders and small children following him around in groups. To counteract this, Owen developed good sprinting skills so he could escape wayward toddlers, and learned to avoid places with large baby populations. Probably most embarrassingly, Owen developed a craving for tragedies. He simply loves anything that will give him a good cry. In fact, if he goes too long without crying over a novel or a film, he gets rather cranky, like not having masturbated in a while. To fulfill this need, Owen would sneak borrowed books into his bed at night and silently sob himself to sleep over character deaths and betrayals. He was unable to go the movies with friends, and instead would sneak out alone in dark glasses, biting his knuckles and weeping rivers of tears in the theater.
After high school, Owen worked for five years before becoming the first member of his family to go to college. Using his work savings, and with secret financial aid of his mother, Owen attended NYU. He earned his A.B. in English Literature, a path that resulted in the largest fight he ever had with his father. He had insisted that he go into business, and almost disowned him when Owen revealed he was studying literature. But Owen was finally able to calm his father when he explained that it was a preparation for law school.
During college, Owen developed another peculiar habit as an offshoot of his thing for tragedies. Instead of attending sad movies, Owen has moved on to an even sadder occasion-funerals of strangers. He will put on his dark glasses, pull his collar up, and sit in the very back row of services for people he doesn’t know. Often, he is crying more than anyone else in the room, for reasons he doesn’t quite understand.
Now, Owen is living on his own in a tiny apartment in New York City. His father calls him and harasses him about once a month about getting into law school, or at least applying for an internship, although those calls have begun to decrease and he senses his father beginning to forget him again. He is sort of stuck. He is avidly avoiding law school, but does not know quite else what to do with his life. He has gradually sunk into a light depression due to living in a cramped, dirty space with so little greenery around him, although he is unaware of the reason. Hopefully some sort of deus ex machina can come in and turn his life around… hmm… I wonder where he’d get something like that…
PERSONALITY: To say that Owen has a masculinity complex is a massive understatement. Having grown up the youngest of seven boys in the oppressively masculine environment of the blue-collar South, Owen was never allowed to openly express the more feminine and nurturing aspects of his personality. Due to the abusive torment he endured as a child, subconsciously Owen behaves loudly masculine to quell any doubts others might have of his gender inclination. He works out to maintain a bit of muscle, he hits on women (but often with no inclination of following through), and he curses and scowls. Above all, he has a massive negative reaction to anyone challenging his masculinity. It’s like a sort of self-defense mechanism. He will similarly get worked up if anyone challenges his heterosexuality, but strangely enough that’s less of an issue for him.
Despite his gruffness, Owen is really an exceptional friend. He is a protector-if you are ever in a rough situation, or need someone to come bail you out or help you, he will be there for you instantly. Secretly, he loves children and would do anything for them. Whenever he visits home, he will spend the entire day playing with any of his brothers’ numerous children. He still avoids kids in public, however, because of the strange scene he causes walking around with a horde of kids clinging to his legs. He hasn’t quite gotten around to getting a garden back, but he did buy a Japanese peace lily the other day. And he still reads tragedies, and visits strangers’ funerals, with a strange longing in his chest that he can’t quite place.
Although he was raised Catholic, Owen has no particular faith to speak of. He will pray occasionally, usually when he’s in trouble or if he wants something, but he doesn’t attend church and utilizes a practiced disdain when anyone tries to talk religion with him. As for the whole no-birth-control aspect of Catholicism, well, Owen is definitely not a believer in that. It doesn’t really matter though; Owen has had penetrative vaginal sex surprisingly few times in his life, because every single time the condom has broken or been somehow destroyed. So he avoids that part, and keeps lots of Plan B’s around his apartment just in case.
Overall, Owen is rather a simple person, and even his own complexities go mostly unknown to him. For instance, I’m telling you about this masculinity complex of his, but I’ll be damned if he has any idea of it. He vaguely remembers his childhood traumas, and his affinity with his mother, but tries not to think about them much. As for his masculine behaviors, as well as his avoidance of children and wearing shoes, he tries not to think about why he does those things and tells absolutely no one. Above all things, what Owen does not want to be is different.
Owen is very distrustful of technology. His cell phone is this hideous hunk of plastic that has to be ten years old. Owen doesn't care--he never uses it unless he absolutely has to, and abhors the notion of having to pay for a new one.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Owen is of average height and weight, perhaps a little more muscular than most men. He has dark hair and eyes, and takes particular care not to clean himself too much or do anything that could be perceived as girly. He likes growing beards, but not maintaining them, so sometimes he looks like a hobo.
PB: Karl GQMF Urban
NAME: Sarah/Oz
AGE: 22
TIME ZONE: Eastern Standard Time (US). -5, I think?
E-MAIL: oddrid@gmail.com
AIM: oddrid
PERSONAL LJ: oddrid… lol I am so imaginative
CHARACTER INFORMATION;
CHARACTER NAME: Owen Sheehan
NICKNAMES: Owen
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY/AGE: 27
MYTH: Isis
ABOUT MYTH: Isis on Wikipedia
ALIGNMENT: I really have no idea. I think just the shock of being a fertility goddess might kill poor Owen. But if I had to hazard a guess, I think he would probably be against power. Protector of the downtrodden and all that. ♥
BIRTHPLACE/NATIONALITY: Irish-American, born and raised outside of Charleston, South Carolina
OCCUPATION: Administrative Assistant at NYU
HISTORY: Owen does not know that he is a reincarnation of a fertility goddess, but it would probably explain a few things.
Owen is the youngest of seven boys in an blue-collar Irish-Catholic family from low country South Carolina. Owen’s grandparents and great-grandparents had been mill-workers, practically slaves at textile factories before they died at unusually young ages from respiratory disease contracted on the job. His father, having observed the painful effects of working at the mills and having been afforded more options due to his parents’ efforts, opted to work at a car manufacturer all his life. Owen’s mother was never afforded the chance to have a job, as she was pregnant with her first child by the age of 19.
From the beginning, Owen was his mother’s favorite. As a toddler, he would abandon the company of other children and wobble around the garden after his mother, helping her plant and tend the vegetables. Affectionately, she started referring to him as her “little green thumb.” She had assumed that as he grew older, his attention would begin to fade and he would join in the other boys’ adventure games. Much to her astonishment, as he grew older Owen began consciously helping with the more domestic aspects of the home. He cleaned, he cooked, and he took great relish in gardening. His mother even gave him his own small plot of land, in which he planted sunflowers.
His brothers had always ignored him, but they just couldn’t anymore when Owen took up sewing. Helping your mom out around the house occasionally is alright, that could be a man’s work, but sewing? Overnight, Owen became the neighborhood and school pariah. Children began taunting him with his last name, emphasizing the “She” in “Sheehan,” something they had never dared to do with his older, more masculine siblings. The taunting culminated when a group of boys jumped Owen on the playground after school and ripped off his pants while his whole class watched, “just to make sure that he really was a boy.” That was the last time Owen ever helped his mother do the housework, or really spoke to her substantially at all. Untended, his garden withered and died.
From then on, Owen made a much bigger effort to fit in with the popular masculine types. He began roughhousing with his brothers, joined team sports to connect with other males of his age-group, and was actively mean to girls whereas earlier he had just been afraid of them. In high school he was, well, not the star of the football team, but hey he was on it and he was a popular guy around town. His father paid attention to him for the first time in his life, and his mother cheered him on quietly from the sidelines, but with a strange sadness in her eyes. This sadness had a counterpart in his heart, because while he made good friends and had great times with them, he felt somehow that a huge part of his life was missing, or had been erased.
Everyone except himself and his mother forgot Owen’s feminine side. This was, however, due to a growing amount of work on Owen’s part. Around puberty, Owen started noticing some strange phenomena. For one, whenever he walked barefoot, flowers would grow out of his footsteps. Now Owen always wears shoes, even when swimming, because the flowers would grow right out of the concrete around the edge of the pool. Children began having his intense affinity for him, with babies crying out for him over their mothers’ shoulders and small children following him around in groups. To counteract this, Owen developed good sprinting skills so he could escape wayward toddlers, and learned to avoid places with large baby populations. Probably most embarrassingly, Owen developed a craving for tragedies. He simply loves anything that will give him a good cry. In fact, if he goes too long without crying over a novel or a film, he gets rather cranky, like not having masturbated in a while. To fulfill this need, Owen would sneak borrowed books into his bed at night and silently sob himself to sleep over character deaths and betrayals. He was unable to go the movies with friends, and instead would sneak out alone in dark glasses, biting his knuckles and weeping rivers of tears in the theater.
After high school, Owen worked for five years before becoming the first member of his family to go to college. Using his work savings, and with secret financial aid of his mother, Owen attended NYU. He earned his A.B. in English Literature, a path that resulted in the largest fight he ever had with his father. He had insisted that he go into business, and almost disowned him when Owen revealed he was studying literature. But Owen was finally able to calm his father when he explained that it was a preparation for law school.
During college, Owen developed another peculiar habit as an offshoot of his thing for tragedies. Instead of attending sad movies, Owen has moved on to an even sadder occasion-funerals of strangers. He will put on his dark glasses, pull his collar up, and sit in the very back row of services for people he doesn’t know. Often, he is crying more than anyone else in the room, for reasons he doesn’t quite understand.
Now, Owen is living on his own in a tiny apartment in New York City. His father calls him and harasses him about once a month about getting into law school, or at least applying for an internship, although those calls have begun to decrease and he senses his father beginning to forget him again. He is sort of stuck. He is avidly avoiding law school, but does not know quite else what to do with his life. He has gradually sunk into a light depression due to living in a cramped, dirty space with so little greenery around him, although he is unaware of the reason. Hopefully some sort of deus ex machina can come in and turn his life around… hmm… I wonder where he’d get something like that…
PERSONALITY: To say that Owen has a masculinity complex is a massive understatement. Having grown up the youngest of seven boys in the oppressively masculine environment of the blue-collar South, Owen was never allowed to openly express the more feminine and nurturing aspects of his personality. Due to the abusive torment he endured as a child, subconsciously Owen behaves loudly masculine to quell any doubts others might have of his gender inclination. He works out to maintain a bit of muscle, he hits on women (but often with no inclination of following through), and he curses and scowls. Above all, he has a massive negative reaction to anyone challenging his masculinity. It’s like a sort of self-defense mechanism. He will similarly get worked up if anyone challenges his heterosexuality, but strangely enough that’s less of an issue for him.
Despite his gruffness, Owen is really an exceptional friend. He is a protector-if you are ever in a rough situation, or need someone to come bail you out or help you, he will be there for you instantly. Secretly, he loves children and would do anything for them. Whenever he visits home, he will spend the entire day playing with any of his brothers’ numerous children. He still avoids kids in public, however, because of the strange scene he causes walking around with a horde of kids clinging to his legs. He hasn’t quite gotten around to getting a garden back, but he did buy a Japanese peace lily the other day. And he still reads tragedies, and visits strangers’ funerals, with a strange longing in his chest that he can’t quite place.
Although he was raised Catholic, Owen has no particular faith to speak of. He will pray occasionally, usually when he’s in trouble or if he wants something, but he doesn’t attend church and utilizes a practiced disdain when anyone tries to talk religion with him. As for the whole no-birth-control aspect of Catholicism, well, Owen is definitely not a believer in that. It doesn’t really matter though; Owen has had penetrative vaginal sex surprisingly few times in his life, because every single time the condom has broken or been somehow destroyed. So he avoids that part, and keeps lots of Plan B’s around his apartment just in case.
Overall, Owen is rather a simple person, and even his own complexities go mostly unknown to him. For instance, I’m telling you about this masculinity complex of his, but I’ll be damned if he has any idea of it. He vaguely remembers his childhood traumas, and his affinity with his mother, but tries not to think about them much. As for his masculine behaviors, as well as his avoidance of children and wearing shoes, he tries not to think about why he does those things and tells absolutely no one. Above all things, what Owen does not want to be is different.
Owen is very distrustful of technology. His cell phone is this hideous hunk of plastic that has to be ten years old. Owen doesn't care--he never uses it unless he absolutely has to, and abhors the notion of having to pay for a new one.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Owen is of average height and weight, perhaps a little more muscular than most men. He has dark hair and eyes, and takes particular care not to clean himself too much or do anything that could be perceived as girly. He likes growing beards, but not maintaining them, so sometimes he looks like a hobo.
PB: Karl GQMF Urban