Jamie Lincoln McCarthy

[Jamie McCarthy]

Jamie Lincoln McCarthy
FACE CLAIM: Colin O'Donaghue
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AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Local - Unemployed

POWER: Non-Powered


"ONCE UPON A TIME there was a stunning young man. His hair was black like ebony, his skin fair as nothing else. His eyes blue like the ocean on a summer day and his smile, bright like a million stars. He wasn't a tall man, but he wasn't short either. If anyone would ask, he'd say he was perfectly sized. 5'11" feet of pure, beautiful man. 

Few people appreciated the man's wit, his clever remarks and his, perhaps, a little confident idea of himself. But he was a ladies man. Charming anyone, everywhere. He was Irish, born and raised. And extremely proud of it, especially since the ladies love the accent. Again, he was an amazing ladies man, though, to most, he'd be called a skirt-chaser. But that's clearly besides the point. You see, this man, who clearly wrote this story himself, was amazing. To a fault. 

He might have had a little drinking problem, but hey, as long as you're having fun, yeah? This man had a brother, a brother incapable of anything - he was most atrocious. His brother had a son (Not only one, but that's a story for another time), a son named Jack. This man, the hero of this story loved Jack. At least as much as this man was capable of love. This man, as beautiful and gorgeous as he was--" 

Record skips.

"What?" Jamie said, as he stared at the record player in front of him, his blue eyes dazed. Then, his expression was replaced with something else; amusement. He turned then, offering the lady standing with her hand over the record player, a toothy grin. "Shannon, why you gotta be like this?" he asked her. She looked as if she was about to give him a beating. But alas, the woman took a deep breath to calm herself before crossing her arms over her chest. "No one's going to believe that shit," she said, gesturing towards the record player. "If you want to be a writer, you have to write something that's easier to believe."

He was appalled. Easier to believe? Well... "Luv, that is easy to believe. I mean, just look at me!" That, actually, had the woman smiling, although it was joined with a roll of her eyes. He was drunk again. That much was easy for the woman to see and truth be told, she'd only stuck with it this long because he offered her company on lonely nights, but she had decided she needed to do something with her life. Which mean, she needed to get Jamie McCarthy out of her apartment.

Kalispell, Montana.

"-and that, beautiful, is how I ended up in Kalispell." He looked at the blonde, waving his hand dramatically in the air. "You see, my nephew, my dear Jack, he just had his heart broken and uncle Jamie is here to fix him up!" The woman looked at him, the alcohol making her eyes blank, but she looked astonished still. A barfly, the kind of girl who went to places like this, to get the attention of men like him. A cliche, if you will. But Jamie was happy nonetheless.

Truth be told, it wasn't exactly how Jamie had ended up here in Kalispell, but as he would say it, it was merely details that didn't matter. The fact remained, he was here, in Kalispell and once he was done hooking up with this girl, and getting drunk, of course, he would go see Jack. Maybe take him out for a drink or ten. That'd surely fix that broken heart of his, Jamie was sure of it.

Not that Jamie knew a whole lot about having a broken heart, mind you. He was far too much of a flight risk to ever risk getting close to someone. Then again, it wasn't as if he was the kind of person anyone would bet their money on either way. He was content with that. Drinking, prolonging his youth for as long as he possibly could... Well, at least he still had his good luck and his idea of charm.


SAMPLE: Nein.

USERNAME: Mel.

AGE GROUP: 24.

EXPERIENCE: Since I was a wee lad..die?

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I made the site.

[Jamie McCarthy]

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