Name: Seamus Henessey
Age(from 6 sweeps-13 years-to 9 sweeps-19 years-) : 15 years.
Gender:Male
Description/Appearence/Pic:
Blood Color (if it didn't appear in the series, put in front if it is high or low. Black bloods are the highest. Strike if human or Cherub) :
Blood will turn(Only if blackblood) :
Zodiac Symbol : A clover.
Title: Foe of Joy
Strife Specibus: Bottle-kind
Sylladex type: Clover kind! From now and then, you find a lucky card that duplicates the item.
Typing quirk(You know, like Terezi types L1K3 TH1S and Karkat types LIKE THIS) : With an Irish accent, and replacing a with 4.
[strike]Lusus (describe it, or add a picture. If human, strike) :
Ships(If any, If human, strike)- Matesprit:
Moirail:
Kismessis:[strike]
Trollian\Pesterchumhandle: fakeSpring. ((Like Fake Irish Spring))
Other: Your name is SEAMUS HENESSEY. You are the son of an American mother and an Irish father. Your mother's whereabouts are unknown, while you and your father are chased by the law by various reasons. You spend your days in your grandpa's tavern, drinking beer and fighting with drunk idiots that challenge you. You have a pet sheep you called James. For reasons unknown, you are always one step ahead. Your best friends are those guys, the Russian guy, Boris, and the German one, Adolf. You are rather rude, but it's impossible to stay mad at you. As you are rather mysterious, I won't tell anything else...))
Bear Imp Team A approached the source of the sound. It was a guy with a pet sheep, drinking beer on top of a rock. Well, better kill him.
Seamus wiped the beer on his beard. He laughed at the approaching bear imps, and smashed the cup of beer on the ground. "Oh, I'll wipe that smile off ya faces, lads!", he smiled, as the bear imps approached.
Yarkov approached Boris, calling him. "What is i- Oh.", he said, turning back, and seeing his old friend Seamus, with James the sheep of course. "Hey ther' lad! Were those bears prope'ty of ye?", he asked, approaching. "Good to see you to, Seamus", answered Boris. "Look, lad. I dun' wanna be a pain on ye neck, but it's rude to try an' kill lads, 'kay?", Seamus laughed. "Well I'm a Czar. And whoever has anything against-", Boris said. "I neve' said I got anythin' against, lad. just lemme drink some good ol' Irish brew and I'm on ye side, lad", Seamus interrupted. "Well, to us", Boris laughed, opening a bottle of Volga. Seamus just held his jar of beer up, and drank it all. Boris didn't even ask how was he here. He was always one step ahead, that Seamus.
-----FS began side pestering UD-----------
FS: Hey thar. Ye pesterin' another lad, lad?
UD: hi seamus! yes i am! i'm talking to distruction rigtH NOW!
FS: Just send that lad a 'hey thar' for meh, lad.
UD: okaay, CHUM!
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UD: seamus saYS HI P).
