⌠ ronan eli dickson, 22, cis male, he/him ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, kj apa! according to their records, he’s a third year, specializing in awareness training, breath control, hand to hand combat + knife fighting skills, sword training, precision shooting, firearms & swat training; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see him walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (watermelon juice in the mornings and vodka at night, involuntary restlessness, a collection of vinyl records and personalized video games consoles). when it’s the gemini’s birthday on 6/18/1997, he always request his baked white fish and vegetables from the school’s chefs. looks like he’s well on his way to graduation. #502 - Gabe/ 24
anger tw, abuse tw
— red was born in new zealand, hometown of his mother and her family. she was a doctor and worked at a hospital, she enjoyed her job, taking care of people and that’s when she met his father, he had got shot in the arm. he seemed to be a nice guy at first, he was such a mysterious american as she used to say, they were married and she had ronan. turns out he wasn’t a good person and she only realized when it was too late.
— when red was fourteen his dad forced him and his mother to move to new jersey where he used to live and started to control her, she was forced to drop her job and wasn’t allowed to leave their house. both red and his mother suffered physical abuses, his father used to beat them so badly he still have all the scars despite his mother being a good doctor, they couldn’t go to a hospital. at some point some neighbors noticed their situation and when he was going to be questioned he vanished.
— his mother decided to look for a job and red felt like he needed to help her, so he got a job as a pizza deliverer at the age of eighteen. some of his friends at his job realized he could get easily mad and they used that information as an advantage. he started to work for some people from a gang, secretly, he used his anger to beat people up in exchange for a lot of money.
— he used to say he was getting ready to make his father pay for what he did, but he never got the chance. his mother found a job and they moved, she was always afraid her ex husband would return.
— he thought their life was about to settle in good terms, but his old secret employers found him and he was saved from being dead for someone who worked at blackthorne. he was sent there and he was assured his mother would be okay.
past in blackthorne
— back in time ronan was a completely different person, he used to pick up a lot of fights, a trouble maker type of person, not good to be around if someone was looking for a peaceful coexistence. the merciless atmosphere of the place brought up some problems he developed during his troubled childhood. at some point he ‘created’ some type of fight club as an excuse to punch the other boys. despite the rebellious recurring attitude, classes that involved any kind of fight or if there was the slightest possibility of expressing his anger, he would put a lot more effort into it for the simple fact of feeling mad all the time.
time in gallagher
— fun is something red would associate to shoot and stab stuff, but his anger issues were not a problem in gallagher. as soon as gallagher started to admit boys, ronan had the opportunity to meet some people that helped him. he was suspicious of everyone at first however he realized he didn’t have to become an assassin and some of the students would just be genuinely nice and infect him with their calm and passive auras. over the months, red changed a lot, he wouldn’t feel the need to fight anyone, somehow a feeling of empathy flooded his soul and every good thing his mother taught him would be taken into consideration. the lockdown and recent events brought up a need to seek professional help, therapy sessions after the black code were essential for him to be well mentally now. his explosive side is under control with medication and emotional support.
personality - now
— red is cheerful, positive he rarely has a bad day. he's caring and supportive, always come up with a good idea to pass time. he’s funny or at least he tries, it is a change of habits making people bleed to make people laugh and he prefers that way.
— he’s very skilled, even not being his choice he’s glad he can survive alone, he can cook, fix everything even cars.
— he’s a ladies man, gallagher is some kind of heaven for him, there are so many beautiful girls everywhere and yet he doesn't think he’s gonna fall in love or anything. nevertheless deep down he is a romantic guy. his mom was like a saint to him and raised him to be a gentleman with girls so he’d never touch them if they don’t want.
— he tries to hide his past as much as he can as he doesn’t feel like he was being himself in the past. if someone asks about his time at blackthorne without having witnessed his other side, he will just brush it off with some joke. it usually works.
— he likes playing video games, it’s one of the few good memories he has. running and every type of exercise is on his usual routine as it helps wasting his energy.
— he has collections of vinyls, absolutely loves music and playing with his guittar. he’s also a cinephile, old movies are his favorites but new ones are good too, he could spend months talking about it.
OPEN STARTER / LOCATION: outside gallagher ballroom, in the hallway.
“hey,” he’s had this bottle hidden away for a few months now, locked in the back of his closet since he got it in the mail ( there’s a few good things about having friends back home who care about you ). here he sits, away from milena for the first time all night, in the hallway. alone. it could be worse ( no, it couldn’t ) - but he’s fine with it, even if he wants some company. eye contact is made with someone coming out of the ballroom, holding up the bottle. “want some?” / @gallagherstart· !
the other’s voice catches red’s attention who really thought he was alone in the hall. his first objective was to make the night of his date incredible and he had started badly already. when she pulled him off for some time, not even the excitement of being in the ballroom and venturing into one of the games mattered anymore. “now that you’ve offered it, you can’t go back.” he teased grabbing the bottle and taking a sip, returning it to maddox.
Calypso makes a ‘hm’ sound, brown eyes sweeping the room as she thinks it over. “I don’t know. I’ve seen Rafa dominate the poker table. But looks wise, definitely like, Grey or Leo or that Aidan guy. It’s all in the emo aesthetics.”
“yeah, i agree, rafa seems to know what he's doing at poker.” red concludes, even though he hasn’t watched him for more than five minutes. “okay, so a mix of rafa and grey for sure. brain and looks combined and we have our weirdo’ villain from casino royale.”
i didn’t even know they were going together, but anybody who ditches sage is a bad dude in my book! come on, man, do better! she’s an angel! ( @burnthesagc + @redickson )
BALLROOM, some time in the middle of the night — matt looks up and then around. it was hard to imagine that this was the same place as where the new year’s eve and valentines’ day party were held. props to the party organizers. perhaps, it was enough to forget all the things that went down for the past six or seven months of their lives. “ will i be crazy to say that i’m actually going to miss this place? or at least, will always remember it? “ matt says in disbelief to no one in particular. // @gallagherstart·
“certainly not. I would believe otherwise if it were blackthorne, but in free comparison? this is paradise, apart from troubled events, of course.” red replied, taking a long sip of whiskey. “would you still miss it if you didn’t know what’s going on here? i mean, if they never told you that the room is full of spies in training.” he asked interested in the georgetown student’s response.
❝ Okay , important question now . Who here has some Le Chiffre vibes ? I’m not talking about terrorism or haemolacria , but the whole thing of being a mathematical genius and a chess prodigy maybe , or someone really good at poker . ❞ @gallagherstart
Was this the night she thought she would have? Absolutely not. She had been trying not to care about not having her date show up in time– because she still had hopes that he would show up. Who had that much interest in her only to disappear without a word? It seemed unlikely. And she could say all she wanted about being okay on her own– she had danced with Calypso, she had bonded over being dateless with a couple other ladies, but she was bothered. Even more so when Red finally showed up, corsage in hand? Who even did corsages anymore? It was kind of cute, though. Something teenage Sage would have wanted. “It’s fine,” she said, drunkenly so. “Just… I guess I just thought you’d gone home early or whatever.”
Red would never forgive himself for possibly ruining Sage's night and he had no idea what to do to make up for her. “I know it wasn’t cool, another time I’ll tell you what happened, but just know it wasn’t my intention to let you come alone or take all this time to get here. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better, please.” He asked while holding the arrangement idly. “I had some problems at home, but I couldn’t leave without first coming and meeting you. But don’t worry, everything is fine over there.” He lied giving one more of his convincing fake smiles, it’s not like he was going to make her worried in the middle of the party. “Your dress and your hair, everything, you really look beautiful.” He stated raising his other hand to a few strands of her hair on the side of her face, carefully running his fingers down her cheek and chin.
Red wasn’t someone used to be attentive to details, not when nothing could hold his attention enough to care. His brain was always working at an hourly rate, how could he focus on just one thing? And then he met Sage. Many confusions later, and she had still given him a chance to get to know her better, which was incredible, out of the ordinary. She was really a unique woman, she deserved the best. Unfortunately, fate strongly disagreed with him, because after solving the suit problem, and finally getting the corsage that he received from his future sons’ godmother, Red went back to his room to find it empty, which meant of the two things: Either all of his roommates left early, or he was tremendously late.
Second option taken for granted, the redhead arrived at the ballroom a little out of breath, his eyes searching for her everywhere, and when he saw Sage his heart almost stopped. He didn’t care about the other girls wearing expensive, shiny dresses, not when all that his eyes could capture was how the ambient light made her hair perfect, her skin looked so smooth, even from a distance, and the dress was simply perfect for her. Everything so unreal, was she really real? He wouldn’t know until he got close enough. And for the first time he felt all his ego disappear, it was just him, a backward little boy approaching his inhumanly perfect date at a slow pace. “Hey, Sage.” He called after clearing his throat, his hand pulling the corsage out of his pocket and lifting it up to her hand, hoping she could forgive him for his delay. “Forgive me, so many things have happened. But I’m here.” @burnthesagc
⌠ ronan eli dickson, 22, cis male, he/him ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, kj apa! according to their records, he’s a third year, specializing in awareness training, breath control, hand to hand combat + knife fighting skills, sword training, precision shooting, firearms & swat training; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see him walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (watermelon juice in the mornings and vodka at night, involuntary restlessness, a collection of vinyl records and personalized video games consoles). when it’s the gemini’s birthday on 6/18/1997, he always request his baked white fish and vegetables from the school’s chefs. looks like he’s well on his way to graduation. #502
Maia groaned as she came into the dorm, moving straight to her bed and planting herself on the mattress face first, a loud groan muffled by pillows. She let herself mope for a moment before she pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking over at her roommate with a pout. “I hate Spanish,” she whined, flipping over onto her back. “I don’t want to take it anymore. I quit.” // @redickson
his comic book could never be more interesting than maia and her scene . red adored his roommates , he doubted that in his entire life he would be so compatible with three other humans and a female cat yet there he was . “ i can’t believe I’m gonna say this , but calm down , relax . you can’t give up . ” red started , sitting on his own bed , the comic thrown in the opposite direction . “ you could find a tutor ? “
“Now that I know you have good intentions it still doesn’t make me like you one hundred percent, kangaroo boy.” Roxy throws another precise punch in the punching bag before glancing at the boy. “And you weren’t smart, I don’t want to sound rude so when you have another idea like that and intend to involve Lohri let me know beforehand, I happen to be a good consultant.” She contained an eye roll and held out her hand to him in behalf of good coexistence.
“ if i’m a kangaroo boy , does that make you a kangaroo girl ? And how many percent do you like me now ? ” red asked , his eyebrows arching at her punch . he was still impressed with how much less muscular people could do a lot of damage if they learned to use force . not jedi-like force , but the strength of the body itself . “ right , you’re absolutely right , it wasn’t the best idea , but at least i didn’t throw the shit on the fan like you . ” he teased and shook her hand in spite of that , letting it go , he positioned himself behind the punching bag and motioned for her to continue hitting . “ i was right about the girls talking too much after all . ”?
“So,” Rowan said, moving to sit down across from him at the table outside, placing her notebook down in front of her and placed her elbow against the wood, her hand holding her chin up as she looked over at him. “Were you just bullshitting me or do you want me to help you with this tattoo? Because I’m down, but I’m not going to let you waste my time.” // @redickson
red ends up letting a snicker escape his lips watching the other redhead settle on the table . “ i wasn’t bullshitting anyone , i’m totally interested in your manual services . ” he commented casually , noticing the duality in his words shortly thereafter . “ i mean , your ability to draw , please . ” he shook his head , running a hand through his hair . “so you need some theme right? ”
❝ i think i exaggerated over coffee. ❞ red observed as he placed the two bottles of coffee on the towel spread over the Japanese garden grass. the other delicacies were spread out, there was everything they should have at a picnic, he took notes from the cherry blossom festival and a few more tips from google. ”
“RED!” Asher calls, jogging over to where his friend is. “Hey man – it’s been a hot second. How’s the party planning going?”
“ bro! asher . ” red notices his friend as he continues the task of stretching after a long run . “ man , people keep asking me that and all i know is that i don’t know what to do. ”
