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≈ name ≈ hellion knox o'callahan ∫ ≈ nickname ≈ hell; night; knox; cala ∫ ≈ age ≈ seventeen; 5/11; seventh ∫ ≈ gender ≈ male
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"Hey, I'm Hellion Knox O'Callahan and you probably noticed me in the last few days. Yes, my name is Hellion, like the god Helios, pretty uncommon, but don't wear it off, alright? My parents had a hard time looking for it and they deserve your admiration, but yes, I don't want to be called every minute with the same name. Just that. Since Hellion is very...special, I may say, the nicknames I have are special too, like Hell or Nox because of my nickname, which is Knox, Night in latin and also a spell. I'm not very old, but enough to take care of myself properly and not going around whinning about my horrible life. I'm quite independent, but not that much, I need my friends around me to support me in some decisions. And also my family, but not that much. Another curious fact about me: I hang out with boys, I like girls, but I'm not lesbian... Last time I checked I was a boy, wanna check? I guess you missed that biology class or you don't have enough neurons inside your little brain
{ the name hellion comes from the name of the god helios [Ἥλιος in ancient greek], god of the sun for the greeks. the romans changed the name to apollo, who was also the god of air, truth, archery, arts [poetry, music and other arts]. helios was represented with a golden bow, halo and a carriage. knox is a scottish name that comes from the scots gaelic, "cnoc", meaning hillock, round-top hill or hump. ó ceallacháin, o'callaghan, or simply callaghan without the prefix, is an irish surname. the surname means descendent of ceallachán who was the eóganachta king of munster from a.d. 935 until 954 in the area of the west of mallow along the blackwater river valley. The personal name cellach means ‘bright-headed’. an entirely different sept, ó ceileacháin in irish, is to be found in the counties armagh, louth, meath and monaghan. It has been anglicized as callaghan, kelaghan, keelaghan, kealahan and other variants. In county meath, where it is widespread but has been found mainly in the parishes of kells, trim and athboy, it is mainly anglicized as callahan, callaghan or o'callaghan (with local spelling variants). there, his last name comes from, and in his blood runs irish blood. the shortening for hellion isn't very obvious, since it's a unique name, but the closest thing to a nickname you can find it's hell. The nickname "night", comes from the last part of his second name, nox, which means night in latin, and Hellion also likes to be called nox as well. please, don't mess up with his last name, that really ticks him off, so no callies or o'cali, alright?. His very personal nickname, the one only people really close to him use is cala. the rest of the things are pretty obvious. first of all, he's a boy, male gender, which only means one thing: very boyish. there's no way to mistake him, he's a boy. end of the subject. he's seventeen, hellion was born almost a decade ago in the city of new york, during a very hot autumn which was followed by a very cold winter. his birth date is 5th october, so if I were you, I'd remember to bring him a present around those dates. }



≈ eye color ≈ green ∫ ≈ hair color ≈ brown ∫ ≈ ethnicity ≈ caucasian ∫ ≈ weight ≈ 68 kg. ∫ ≈ height ≈ 1.76 m
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"I'm happy with my body. Okay, I don't mean I'm the best guy in the world, that I have the best abs, perfect shape, that I don't need to loose a few pounds... I'm just a normal guy, but I wouldn't change my body, even for a model's body. Maybe my personality is extraordinary, my way of living, the things I say; but my body is just the average. I have... Well, first of all, I weight what I have to weight, I don't have perfect abs, and I'm not Mister Universe. And I don't need any of those things. My eyes are green, very dark green, nearer to black than green, so sometimes, in the distance, it may be mistaken with black or brown eyes, though they're not. Above there's my hair. That's obvious: this one is brown, and it's not mistaken with any other color. Normal brown, not any "golden brown with small black strands around the ears".
{ hellion's not a model, and he wouldn't like to be one of them, but he's not the ugliest man on earth either. maybe he could be classified as normal, some girls like him, and some others don't. just the average. his body is not made only of muscles and he's not indestructible, or has any hidden source of force. no, that's just fantasy. hellion isn't fat, but if he lifts his shirt you won’t find a perfect six pack. that’s fantasy, but he admits he’d like to have more muscles, enough to be a little tougher, but not enough to become a culturist. hellion just doesn’t want to be one of them, it doesn’t seem healthy. he’s tall and well built, and that seems enough for him, since he’s very healthy. hellion's skin isn't nuclear white, he doesn't burn on the sunlight, and he neither sparkles like vampires. his skin is tanned only a bit, a soft shade of cream, beige. Enough to look like a normal person and not like a ghost. at first sight, the first things you focus on are his eyes: green. but the color goes further than just a simple and normal green; it reminds you of something, something that’s present in everyone’s remembrances: the green of the forest. between the different shades of natural green you find in the forest, on the leaves, on the meadows, or deep inside where the light doesn’t reach, the shade of green you’re looking for is located far away from your reach. deep into the forest, in between the trees. the forest appears green, but with black and brown shades too. that’s what you can find on hellion's eyes. they start brown from the blackness of the pupil, and then they move to a deep forest green, which ends up in black again. but then you move on, to his hair. again, the average, nothing special. it’s not dyed in electric blue, combed into a special way (sometimes he doesn’t bother on combing it anyways) or with a specific cut. hair, just normal hair. if you look for the color on a special book, you’ll find it’s very similar to a shade of brown called ”bistre”, grayish brown; with darker and lighter strands around it. his hair is...well, he doesn't like long hair on guys, only on girls, so he keeps it middle lenght. It's not very soft, but it's his hair, and he likes it. it's not completely curly, but it's wavy. except from a tattoo he got when he was just fourteen, a star on both the backs of his wrists, hellion doesn't have any other artificial modifications, though he does have many natural ones, from birth marks to scars. he has three birth marks at the ending of his back, a large scar from his left shoulder to his right hip all across his back and some others around his legs and arms}



≈ likes ≈ fire ∫ ≈ dislikes ≈ mornings ∫ ≈ fears ≈ waves; losing ∫ ≈ rank ≈ silvertongue
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{ Hellion Knox O’Callahan is a smart independent almost normal guy. He's full of surprises in his actions, and a little bit crazy. Though Hellion is quite shy and silent sometimes, mostly when he's thinking, he tends to be sweet and clever. He isn’t a huge talker when strangers are around, people he doesn't know yet, who he can't really trust, or at least he thinks so. But when his close friends are around he becomes a party animal. Hellion is also great listener, and he'll always try to help you with your problems. Hellion likes his friends trusting him, but he'd also like his friends trusting him. He's sometimes unsure of himself, but he's trying to overcome it with his friends support. He has a good and big heart, ready to love all his friends. He has a hard shell around him sometimes, and at first can seem a little cold, and stubborn. But, if you're clever and work hard enough to break through the tough outside core, you'll find the real Hellion. Romantic is not an adjective you can use with him, is pretty much the opposite. When he's in love, it's kind of hard for him to find the right words to express his feelings and emotions, and ends messing up everything. But if you stand this (as a friend or something more) you'll discover a boy who doesn't know what self-confidence means, who only had some real friends, and all of them were took away from his side in different circumstances. The ice cold boy you see is no more than a reflect of what Hellion wants to be, but deep inside he's full of emotions. If you hurt him, his feelings or one of his friends, he'll become your enemy and he'll dhow no mercy. He'll try to make you suffer as much as he can, and he won't give up on that. He has a soft spot, although this, but first you have to find it and stay on it for a long long time. Then, when that happens, that's when you have his heart. He likes sports a lot, and likes to keep fit and healthy with it. Hellion is a free spirit and likes outdoors, forests, rivers and activities in them. He has a thing for animals (animals, which excludes insects, except butterflies). He'd like to become a vet someday, or having a lot of animals or living up in the mountain on a farm in the nature. But dreams don’t often come true.
In public he'll say he's not afraid of anything, and that he's the bravest man on earth, but he has many phobias. His biggest phobia is being alone. He needs to be with someone, even if they're not talking or in different rooms. This doesn't mean he needs to go with friends everywhere, but if he stays many days alone he gets depressed and nervous. This is not a phobia, but a weakness. He's afraid of waves. Yes, waves. But for a reason. He always had dreams about being in the beach with other boys and girls. When he goes into the water he goes through the waves easily, but when going out of the sea to the shore, a wave goes over him and traps him inside. The wave pushes him down and he can't get out of it. He always wakes up in the middle of the dream... So he doesn't know what happens next. Even if Hellion loves surfing and everything related to the sea, the waves, etc...He's afraid of them sometimes, one of his biggest secrets. Sometimes, when you really tick him off, and you can almost see the smoke blowing from his ears, Hellion looks for a good fight, even if he knows he's going to lose or something bad is going to happen. Reasons mean nothing for him at those moments, and fury evolves him like a human torch, and he'll use his tongue like a blade of fire, to say the nastiest and worst things you'd like to hear from a friend, because he won't mind if you're a friend, his best friend, a brother, a sister, family...For him you'll be his nemesis. His only objective? Destroy you. Hurt you. Everything, no matter what. He'll try to make you suffer as much as he can, and he won't give up on that, even if you apologize, if you kneel in front of him, the only thing on his mind is blood and suffering. And yes, maybe Hellion is a bit jealous, but it's something he doesn't notices, something he cannot stop. A quality. This leads him to be very pessimistic sometimes, and Hellion can ask you very rude questions, but it's just the way he feels it on his heart. Deep there he feels alone, distrusted, unworthy of everything he has, all the things he got through his life, his friends and enemies. This doesn't mean he likes it, and when he notices it, that he's being jealous, or not very optimistic about something that matters to the people around him, he tries to make himself more optimistic and comprehensible. }


≈ family ≈ becky hill ; deceased ; mother ;; mathew hallibus ; deceased ; father ∫ ≈ crush ≈ none ∫ ≈ relationship ≈ single
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{ Hellion's body was born in a laboratory, surrounded by white cloaked surgeons, not even humans. Robots. His mind, his soul, was born in a crowded Japan, where he was born with his parents seventeen years ago. Even inside the technology, Hellion started as an addict to the new technologies that flooded the country and specially the city where they lived: Tokyo. Things were far different since last century: the cities took space from the sea, and lifted walls around the country to "protect" it. Those walls would destroy them several years after, when small cracks in the walls made the barrier fall and flood Japan and part of the abandoned China. It didn't affect Hellion, but the only thing you need to know is that he spent the first eight years of his life there, in Japan, the center of the most advanced technologies and the new age robots.

Hellion was born as a healthy kid, who somehow reflected his parents: Becky Hill, a telephone industry worker, and Mathew Hallibus, a steel worker. He didn't have the pleasure to meet his father consciously: he died when he was only ten months old in an explosion on his department, leaving a widow and his only child with only one source of money. Becky, Beck for Hellion, who always refused to call her "Mum" or "Mother", started to work two months later, leaving Hellion as a baby alone at home, with the only company and cares of a nursery robot. Those robots could take care of babies, young children and old people, as well as other simple tasks. When Becky arrived home late in the afternoon, almost night, she only had dinner with Hellion before putting him to sleep.

Hellion's refugees were the new technologies: tridimensional realities, old shows, television, fictional multiplayer games. All of them became addictive to him, making him spend hours playing with them, even sometimes during the night, when he was supposed to be asleep. His mother was too tired to check if Hellion was sleeping alright, another reason that distanced Hellion from his mother. The boy grew fat, something that didn't worry his mother: many boys were fat there, all because of the same reason as Hellion, the same reason she ignored. This fat turned into an illness that made Hell difficult to breathe and even move sometimes, making his heart beat slower. His muscles weren't used to the movement, he didn't use them.

But the money her mother made every month turned out to be less every year, and they needed more. Hellion had to work in the streets to bring something to eat home. Running from the police, hiding, the lack of sleep, food and sometimes rest, made his muscles work again, and get slimmer day by day. Sometimes he didn't get anything, sometimes a fish to eat for dinner, water, bread or bags of dehydrated food to put in the microwave. Finally, things started to go well, but his mother got an offer to move out of the country, to what used to be Germany. Becky, sure that Hellion would like that change, because her pay would be better there and he wouldn't have to be in the streets, accepted without hesitation. Soon, an underground took them to Germany.

Soon Hellion managed to change his present, the way he lived. The new technologies were familiar to him; he just needed to use them on his own benefit. That world could be perfect for him; it wasn't too late to change it. The first thing he did was moving to other apartment, away from his mother, where he could do everything he wanted. Since he was a baby, he hadn't been able to control the world he lived in. Now, he finally had the power on his hands. In many ways. Last time he saw his mother, she begged him to stay with her. She didn't know how to control that world, she wasn't adapted to it. Those who doesn't adapt, die. His last words were "Forget me". He saw her in the streets many times; she didn't recognize him, even when he talked to her. She died three weeks later. Little accidents sometimes happen. }

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