↪ brief introduction to séarlait flanagan.
BASICS
full name: séarlait maura agnes flanagan. nickname(s): charlie, little bear. age: twenty-six. date of birth: 31 july 1994. zodiac sign: leo. place of birth: manhattan, new york city, new york. ethnicity: caucasian. nationality: american & irish ( she has dual citizenship ). gender: cis female. sexual orientation: homosexual. romantic orientation: homoromantic. religion: she was raised catholic— she had a confirmation and all but in her adulthood she’s never practiced all that much; the most she does is go to confession on occasion. occupation: freelance artist & bartender at the jagged yard. language(s) spoken: english, irish & borderline-fluent french from language courses in high school and college. accent: charlie has more of a new york accent than anything else but her inflections on certain words sound a little bizarre if only because her parents both have very pronounced irish accents and they taught her how to talk.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
face claim: natalia dyer. hair color: brown, for the most part; she dyes it blonde on occasion but that’s a sporadic thing. eye color: blue. height: 5′4″. weight: 121 lbs. build: slim. tattoos: she has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist of a bear that fades into a forest near the top ( here ) & the initials ‘KM’ on the inside of her left ring finger in honor of her late fiancée. piercings: she has traditional piercings in her firsts and seconds, a helix piercing in her left ear & and an industrial piercing in her right ear. distinguishing characteristics: the moments when she’s genuinely outgoing, her penchant for flirting with every pretty girl she meets even if she’s not thinking about it, the fact that she’ll rattle off swears in irish when she’s having a bad day and doesn’t do much to contain it.
PERSONALITY
label: the tortured artist. positive traits: capable, clever, compassionate, considerate, creative, curious, daring, dedicated, earnest, empathetic, generous, independent, loyal, observant, passionate, protective, reliable, selfless, warm. negative traits: competitive, irreverent, sarcastic, self-conscious. aloof, anxious, crude, haughty, hedonistic, impulsive, timid. goals/desires: to make art she’ll be remembered for long after she’s gone, to find a way to be happy again, to find love again ( even if that’s something she rarely admits to herself ). fears: autophobia ( fear of being alone ). hobbies: going for walks, people watching for art references, sketching, playing with her cat, taking naps in the sun, playing video games, reading, listening to music, playing piano, painting, learning new things, teaching herself how to use photoshop, practicing new art styles. quirks: she wears her engagement ring on a leather cord around her neck but very rarely tells anyone what it is, when she’s having a crisis and feels like she needs to talk herself through it she almost always does so in irish, she remembers people’s names and faces after meeting them even if she only interacted with them for a few seconds, she has a working knowledge of current popular children’s shows because of her nieces and nephews, she gives the contacts in her phone their names in irish. likes: whiskey ( she doesn’t drink anymore but it was her favorite when she did ), cute girls, sci-fi films, historical dramas, most foreign films, bob ross, trivia shows, horror movies, compliments from cute girls, her brothers, being an aunt, new york city, the anonymity of living in big cities, jazz, classical piano pieces, her cat, indiana jones movies. dislikes: people who treat her with kid gloves because of her life experiences, relapsing, people who don’t take her seriously, blueberries, most sports, how short she is compared to most of her friends.
FAMILY
father: conor flanagan. mother: moira flanagan ( née delaney ). sibling(s): torin, alasdair, casey & aidan flanagan. pet(s): she has a six month old blue maine coon named indy. financial status: lower class.
BIOGRAPHY
( TW: mentions of death, drug & alcohol abuse, rehab )
In a small, cozy neighborhood in Dublin-- Conor Flanagan and Moira Delaney met, for the first time either of them could remember, on a rainy afternoon when they were five years old. Their parents had been friends since long before either of the children had even been a thought in anyone’s mind and it seemed only natural that Conor and Moira would follow in the footsteps of their parents where friendship was concerned. Though it had been expected it seemed to take no time at all for them to become the best of friends and throughout their childhoods and well into their teenage years they were joined at the hip. It was no real surprise to anyone when they began to date or when they got engaged and it was no surprise but an incredible delight to their families when they got married shortly after they both moved to London to attend university-- each of them hell bent on becoming physicians. From the moment they enrolled at university their lives seemed to progress at a breakneck pace— they finished university with top marks, Moira had their eldest son nine months after their graduation and still managed to juggle being a mother and attending medical school.
When their third son was born the ever-growing Flanagan family packed up their belongings in London and moved to New York where Conor had been offered a promising position and Moira’s very own offer seemed poised to follow shortly thereafter. It was during their first summer in the United States that their daughter— Séarlait— was born and the delight her birth brought to both her parents and her brothers could not be measured in any way. She was a perpetually rambunctious child - curious almost to a fault and quick to learn things she hadn’t known sometimes only hours previous. She began walking and talking far more quickly than any of her brothers had and even as a child her parents were aware that she would go on to do incredible things— even if her route towards some of those things might cause no shortage of headaches for those around her. For her part Charlie-- as she much preferred to be called-- delighted in getting into everything she possibly could for the sake of what her mother often called her ‘little adventures’.
Charlie’s little adventures were often conducted with her best friends at her side— Cole McLean and Katie Marsden— children who lived in her neighborhood who Charlie met shortly after they moved to New York and got to know given the fact that they were the same age and attended the same school. It was no surprise to anyone at all that they did nearly everything together and when they were fourteen and Charlie quietly admitted to her parents that she was almost certain she was in love with Katie-- well, her parents-- who had been able to see the adoration in their daughter’s eyes long before she seemed to understand it herself-- weren’t surprised and wholeheartedly supported Charlie being happy above all other things. With her parents’ support bolstering her courage it took Charlie only a week or two following her coming out to make whatever feelings she could articulate known to her best friend. She considered it the happiest day of her life when they began to date-- a day that was only eclipsed by Katie accepting her proposal when they were eighteen and planning to move to California for college.
As far as Charlie was concerned her life was absolutely perfect— she was attending art school as she’d always wanted, she was living with her fiancée with their best friend only a few blocks away because none of them had been able to attend college without one another. It remained perfect until the end of their junior year at UCLA when Charlie received a call from a local hospital that gave her the worst news she’d ever imagined receiving in her life: Katie had been involved in a violent mugging when she was walking home from a lecture and by the time she had arrived at the hospital it had been too late to save her. Charlie was crushed— devastated seemed a better word for it. She only managed to continue her course work for another two weeks before she dropped out of school entirely-- turning to drinking in a quantity she’d never embraced prior and drugs in a way she’d never even thought of in her life. Ultimately it was Cole who pulled her out of it-- Cole who encouraged her to get help: to check herself into rehab, to attend therapy and a variety of other things that-- a year and a half later made Charlie feel almost herself again.
It was at that moment that she made the executive decision to leave California behind. Returning to New York was out of the question if only because it held as many memories of Katie as their apartment had and she couldn’t bear to suffocate under the weight of them when she was still trying to hold herself together. Instead, she did perhaps the most impulsive thing she’d ever done in her life: she picked a spot on a map randomly and two weeks later found herself in Providence Peak, Colorado with a dinky apartment to her name and a job as a bartender to keep her afloat in the mean time. She’s lived in Providence Peak for close to four years but it’s only within the last few months that she’s started to branch out into making friends and meeting people and attempting to, at the very least, make herself feel the slightest bit more whole.
