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Tess O'Callaghan

"Hurt me, whatever. Hurt my family, you're dead."

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a character in “The Blame Game”, as played by Benevolent

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|{ "The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege." }|

Breaking Benjamin | Fade Away

BTS | Fun Boys

Puddle of Mudd | She Hates Me
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FULL NAME | Tesseract O'Callaghan.

NICKNAME(S) | Tess.

AGE | Eighteen.

GENDER | Male.

SEXUALITY | Bisexual, bi-romantic.

SCHOOL YEAR | Year 13.

OCCUPATION | Looking for employment.

FACE CLAIM | Suguro Ryuji.

CLIQUE | The Outcasts.

ROLE | Leader.




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EYES | Tess' eyes are brown, though they might look black from a distance. Usually with a frown weighing on his brows, he gives an intimidating stare.

HAIR | Following the tradition for the males of his family, Tess has dyed a strip of his otherwise completely brown hair to a shocking blonde. Much like his eyes, his hair - especially next to the yellow of his dyed hair - almost looks black. It is all pulled back off his forehead, and has been allowed to grow down to his neck.

COMPLEXION | He's very pale, but not unnaturally so.

BODY BUILD | Tess stands at a rather average 5'10", though his figure is decidedly stocky. Though he's not a known athlete and he certainly shows no interest in building muscle, he has amassed quite a bit of it through fighting and such. His build is much wider than most teenagers in his year, who are quite slender, but he is not overweight or chubby by anyone's standards.

DISTINCT MARKINGS | He's never been one to take an interest in tattoos, much to his parents' surprise. However, after the passing of his brother, he had the name 'Theo' tattooed to his left wrist. With regards to scars, he has only one that is highly noticeable (against the countless small ones scattered around his body), and it is located on his right brow; he was hit with a glass Cola bottle many years previous.

PIERCINGS/ACCESSORIES | Both ears are adorned with an assortment of earrings and bars. It's one of the only places he's willing to pierce regularly. Anywhere else is off-limits. In a similar manner, he is rarely seen wearing accessories, but for the occasional wrist watch. If it's practical, he'll wear it. If not, he doesn't see the point in having junk clattering on his wrist and around his neck all day.

CLOTHING | Outside of school, Tess wears a simple range of clothing. He's commonly seen in tank tops (regardless of the weather) and a pair of jeans, accompanied by Converse high tops of some description and - on rare occasions - a beanie. Going back to an earlier point, Tess really doesn't care if he looks nice; he wears whatever is closest to his hand when he opens his wardrobe (which is actually just a box under his bed). His colour schemes are also basic; blacks and greys suit him nicely. He's not particularly colourful.

UNIFORM | The school rules dictate that the top button of your shirt should be done up at all times, your tie should be the appropriate length and style, and your trousers should not be baggy by any standards. Tess, who rebels against every rule ever enforced at the school, does the complete opposite - as is only typical of him. His top button remains undone (sometimes the ones below it are too) and his tie is not fitting around his neck (he often doesn't wear it at all). The only item of clothing in keeping with the school code would be his trousers. Tripping over would not do well for his reputation.


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Being highly family-oriented, Tess will rarely give anyone outside of his clique the time of day. It's not that he hates people, though he puts off a rather unsociable vibe which warns them to keep their distance, but it is instead a lack of trust towards anyone outside of his social circle that prevents him from even making the attempt to be friendly. If approached, his typical response is to give a flurry of insults or sarcastic quips. Over the years, word has spread about his general demeanour towards classmates and students, and this has detached him completely from others. He only interacts socially with his friends, or as he calls them, his family. They're a strange bunch, and they have all had an impact on his habits and quirks. It's because of this that there is something of a range between his behaviour towards others and his behaviour towards them.

When surrounded by people that he actually likes, Tess is much more tolerable and much less of a total douche. He's not so different that people are left astounded by the change in his behaviour, but enough that people can tell when he actually respects them or not. He refrains from insulting them, though there is nothing in the world that would prevent his sarcastic attitude from rearing its ugly head, and he would never intentionally harm them; physically or emotionally. While he's quiet (not shy) in any foreign situations or around unfamiliar faces, he finds no problem being the loudest outcast in the room when no one but his own are around. This is all simply because he feels more comfortable in their company; other people make him tense and wary, and he prefers to keep to himself. This has become more apparent over the last year or so, due to his desire to refrain from becoming angry.

It's no real secret that Tess finds himself in the middle of a lot of arguments and conflicts, especially when they concern his followers. They mean the world to him and he would willingly protect them 'til his dying breath, but it's more than likely his own fault when conflict arises. His impulsive nature lands him many sticky situations, which he often responds to with aggression and violence. It's not hard to trigger his temper, but more often than not he remains generally passive towards most situations.


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โ–ท Abnormality.
โ–ท Distractions.


DISLIKES
โ–ท Restrictions.
โ–ท Ignorance.
โ–ท Liars.


HABITS
โ–ท Cracking his joints.
โ–ท Responding with noises as opposed to words (growls, grunts, etc).
โ–ท Fiddling with the lowest ring on either ear.


HOBBIES
โ–ท Acting & role-play (secret).
โ–ท Skateboarding.
โ–ท Researching random crap on the internet.


STRENGTHS
โ–ท Heavy musculature; he gains substantial strength as a result.
โ–ท Academically, Tess is actually one of the best in his class.
โ–ท He shows decent leadership qualities, and can inspire respect somewhat easily.


FLAWS
โ–ท He's strong, but slow as a result & he becomes tired faster.
โ–ท He can't judge situations very well, or make appropriate decisions quickly.
โ–ท Though he hides it well, Tess loses his composure easily and will become flustered. As a result, he begins to panic and will remove himself from the situation as quickly as possible.


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Born to a pair of benefits-scroungers, it is no surprise that Tess did not grow up in the lap of luxury. His family - which was comprised of his mother, father and younger brother, Theo - had just enough to scrape by and survive. They also didn't live in the greatest area, and so from his very first steps he found himself surrounded by negative influence and crime. Despite this, he was not a horrible child, and he only worked to look out for his little brother. They took care of each other when no one else was willing to spare their precious time.

It wasn't until his Middle School years that he began to develop issues with his anger, which only took form when he hit high school. Up until that point, he came across as more of a 'troubled' child, as opposed to one that would soon become the most rebellious and unsightly creature to ever walk the school halls.

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This is where things really started to pick up. Tess began to act out against other students, even when such was not necessary, and it was during his first year of high school that people started to label him as a rebel of sorts. His aggressive behaviour and general demeanour meant that he was soon cast out pretty much every clique. No one wanted him, because he did not fit in, and so he spent his entire first year as a loner. It wasn't until Year 10 that he was accepted as an Outcast, and Year 11 he became the Leader - once the previous one left school completely.

It was also during Year 11 that Tess made the decision to move both himself and his younger brother, Theo, into the school's accommodations. This was in an attempt to escape their shambled excuse for a home life and seek a safer, calmer place to study and such. Not that they ever cared much about their grades... Or Theo didn't.

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By the time Theo reached Year 12, his first year of Sixth Form, he'd already been the Leader of the Outcasts for almost an entire year. Life was beginning to look up; his grades were good (not that he'd ever boast about it), he had an entire clique of friends to himself, and he finally felt that his younger brother would be able to live happily with him in their new accommodation. The entire year went well, he'd thought, and it was because of the positive influences he surrounded himself with that he started to stray from his previous image, but only slightly.

The subtle changes in his behaviour became more evident over the space of a year, and Tess was close to becoming an entirely different person. However, after Theo's death, these changes were shot to hell, and he was sent reeling back into paranoia, rage and suspicion. Now his determination to uncover the truth is unmatched.


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SHEET CREDITS | Benevolent.

CREATION | [10/10/2015]

LAST EDIT | [11/10/2015]
-- >> During progress of sheet creation; finished.

PLAYED BY | Benevolent.

HEX CODES | #6699CC ~thought // #336699 ~speech.

ROLE-PLAY | The Blame Game.
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Tess O'Callaghan's Story

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Character Portrait: Tess O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Johnny Okimura Character Portrait: Phoenix Willow Character Portrait: Arabella Adeojo Character Portrait: Tanith Underwood Character Portrait: Alistair Blackketter Character Portrait: Miriam Radke Character Portrait: Isabella Properpilski* Character Portrait: Jack Smith
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T E S S__O ' C A L L A G H A N

It had been seven days since the funeral. Fourteen days since the incident. Another page ripped from the tear-away calendar indicated this.

Despite the fact that he lived on school property, Tess had neglected to attend classes for the duration of that entire fortnight period. The school weren't as persistent as they should've been, with his loss having a major affect on his concentration and overall health. They were content to just leave him to it, until Sunday morning, when a notice was posted through his door. It stated that if he didn't attend his classes soon, he risked lowering his attendance below the requirements for free accommodation. Tess - in his current state - would've given anything not to have to move back in with his family, who held little love for himself or his brother. Most of them had refused to attend the funeral, others probably weren't even aware of what happened. The thought in itself made him sick, whenever his mind wandered to such things.

As he pulled the tie tighter around his neck, Tess gave an exasperated sigh, almost as if he would have given anything in that moment to just... deflate. His eyes, hollow as they were, settled on the pair staring back at them, before shifting downwards to allow him to check his uniform. It was perfectly dishevelled, as per usual, and strangely comforting. It was almost like a sense of familiarity had washed over him, and - despite everything - he found himself smiling. It faded as quickly as it had appeared, and soon enough he was walking towards the door.

He hadn't bothered to tell anyone that he'd be returning that day. In fact, it would be the first time he'd seen anybody since the day he found out. He had instinctively shut himself away in his apartment, and over the course of two weeks, he'd refused any and all visitors. Part of him was looking forward to seeing everyone again, namely his two closest friends, but another decidedly overwhelming part was worried half to death that he'd lost the respect of his clique. He was their leader, yet he had opted to abandon them in their time of loss. It had affected him the most, there was no doubt about it, but Theo was close to everyone, and everyone had lost him. As Tess thought about this, he began absentmindedly cracking his knuckles, his eyes focused more on the path ahead. He was not the only one leaving the accommodations so early, and he'd prefer not to bump into anyone and everyone ahead of him.

The building for housing was directly beside the school, so much so that you could see in people's bedrooms from the classrooms, but there was a long path up from the gate to the doors, and so it took him a fair few minutes to make it all the way there. He stalled for a moment outside of the building, silently debating whether to wait there for one of his own or to head straight to the second floor, where his classroom was. He opted for the latter, considering he didn't trust himself not to lunge at the nearest clique leader, of which there were few. So he continued walking, keeping his head down. A few of his own Outcasts had approached him, but Tess kept the conversation brief and - strangely enough - polite, before moving on. It took him a total of twenty minutes to reach the classroom door, where he was the first to have arrived.

Running his hand through his hair, Tess gave a huff and leaned against the opposite wall.

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Character Portrait: Tess O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Arabella Adeojo Character Portrait: Alistair Blackketter Character Portrait: Jack Smith
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Alistair Blacketter
Tresblood Apartment Room #022 -> Moreton School Parking Lot
06:00 -> 07:56
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"Me? I do it because I want them to believe in me. I want to be relied on."

A pale hand was clenched into a tight fist, resting on a button up shirt against a smooth chest. The stance was a powerful one, the words equally powerful to match. A pale face was set in stone, a determined look was conveyed through fiery red eyes. Within a moment, all emotion drained from his features. His arm went limp and the fire red eyes smoked out into a dull crimson that portray nothing. Alistair shifted the headphones that rested on his pristine and slightly wet, jet black hair. Having been fresh from a shower, he had immediately opened up his computer and programs for a recording session that had been planned for that morning. Picking up a bottle of water to sip at, he listened to his recording session partner let out a squeal of appreciation.

"Oh my, Alistair, that was as perfect as ever! Harashi is going to be such a splendid character with your voice. The fans are going to be pleased."

"Next line, please." He briskly shoved aside the compliment, an audible sigh coming from his headphones.


After another hour running lines, Alistair clicked out of his Skype call and began to get ready for school. He pulled on his jacket, buttoning it up with proper care. His sister was on a train to Inaba for a movie shoot and wasn't going to be back for some time. For the time being, the house was in his charge. It wasn't all that strange as it was something he had been doing since he was twelve or so. Fixing to set out with nothing more for breakfast than the piece of toast hanging from his lips, he opened the door to his apartment and locked it behind him. He walked down the steps as he nibbled at his toast.
It had gotten to be about seven thirty and he was well on his way to be halfway to school and finished with his toast. His fingers brushed his neck gently in idle thought, fuzzy memories floating about in his mind.

"Arabella's game is after school." He spoke aloud to distract himself from thinking on his past. He closed his eyes, his mind instead wandering to the recent past and the account of supposed 'murder' of some student. It didn't concern him much, though many suspected him as the leader of a clique to be responsible. He let out a long sigh. "I didn't ask for any of this trouble...." He mumbled, almost done with the two hour foot trek to school. Something he does to build endurance for his weak physique.



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Jack Smith
Smith Manor -> Moreton School
07:30 -> 08:23
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"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Smith, I-"

"You're still talking to me." He spoke with a soft look on his face, his voice soft and mellow. His words were cutting and cold, causing his parent's secretary to become silent. The bandage that adorned his left arms now had a budding red color emerging from the pristine white. The secretary had bumped into his fresh wound turning down a hall suddenly. He had broken his arm the day before falling out of a tree in a successful attempt to rescue and positioned a nest on the verge of falling from a loose and rotting limb onto a better one. The rotting one snapped under his weight, causing him to fall and break his arm.

It was nothing new, an incident like this was bound to happen at least once a month. He had even just recently busted his lip on a fire escape, though no sign of that horror remained on his flawless face.

He sent the woman off, going into his own private bathroom to redress his wound, something he had done a hundred times over. With out much warning, his mother had walked into his bathroom, subsequently slapping him across his face.

This, too, was not all that bizarre. His mother had learned of this injury on here way home from a shoot, only just having come back now.

"How could you mare your beautiful body the day before a very important shoot!" She began her wild rant, seeming wounded and crying on about how her ungrateful son was dead set on humiliating her. The young man watched her continue on, a pleasant look on his face the whole time despite the awful sting in his cheek.

"Mother, the shoot is strictly a profile shot on my part. I can simply hide my arm in that sense." He calmly reassured her, hoping to get her to leave.


Sitting at his desk, he quietly tapped at the clean bandage on his arm. The class was almost full and bustling with useless chatter. The only one whom was reasonable quiet was the leader of one of the more useless cliques, Tess if he remembered right. Not like it mattered, the boy was trash who could hardly hold up a candle to Jack. Though he knew the reason for his silence, the apparent murder of his younger brother was still hot news. "Only trash could mourn trash..." He spoke under his breath, resting his chin in his hand as he looked to the front of the class.