Daniel O'mallin

[daniel]

DAN! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Chirp and I've shot for the moon 20 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via msn: [e-mail].
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

The birth certificate reads Danial O’mallin
But Everyone Calls Me Dan
I’ve Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am a horse breaker but part time light board operator at the Music Pub.
I’ve Been Told I Look Like No one in particular (stock photo from deviant art no name)

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5’11
And I Weigh 160
Ive Bee Inked And Pierced Across my back in large gray scale feathered wings and a tribal wolf on my upper right arm
They always say I look like an Irish boy. Both parents were born in Britain but their decent was Irish. Curly mahogany hair fell haphazardly about his features. It was cropped short enough to keep it out of his eyes. It was not the most attractive hairstyle but he liked it enough to keep it that way no matter what was said.

Eyes however were what stood out on his face they were sharp blue and had something dangerous in their gleam. Something dark hid within those crystal blues that couldn’t be grasped. Lips were thin and soft crimson. Cheek bones were not strongly defined nor did they stick out too much giving him a boyish look. Left ear was pierced and gauged slightly letting him wear some of the more interesting piercings.

Build was lean but in shape showing he kept up his physical health. He was not the tallest man around but he was tall enough to stand above many. There was an easiness about the way he moved too. Shirts were usually tight enough to keep them out of the way while he worked and pants were the same tight enough to keep them out of the way however the denim was designed enough to let him move and keep up with anything he needed to do.

Finally came the ink that spanned his back, his wings. The wings were incredibly detailed and obviously took immense amounts of time under the needle. They reached from the top of his shoulders to the bottom of his back. Gray scale was used to color each feather individually making them look almost real. Whoever had worked the tattoo was a true artist. The other piece of ink the boy had was a wolf drawn entirely in a tribal nature scrawled over his right bicep. Black inked fully in making it quite the contrast to this ‘angel’s’ wings.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Those sharp blue eyes.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore Women, horses, art, open spaces
I Abhor small spaces, animal haters, people who don’t think there is wild left
I Rock at breaking wild horses, training foals, sketch art.
I Suck claustrophobic, not great with relationships
I Do constantly carries a pencil and usually pulls it out and fidgets when nervous.
I Want To be a renowned horse trainer.
I Fear Being alone
I Shut up I ran away from home, I hardly can keep myself alive on my income.
I am recluse if you will he isn’t too social keeping away from many people. Large crowds make him nervous keeping him out of most social functions. He does compete in some of the shows but his demeanor changes. His mind is constant thought. He is solitary but not brooding just a little unsocial.

Dan spends most of his time drawing when he isn’t working with his horse or current project. He is much better with animals then he is with humans expressing an ease with them he has never had with humans. He seems to understand the animals better then he can ever understand the humans around him. Then again it seems that most animals like him quite a bit too.

It was simple to see his lack of social know how seems a bit off for a person from Britain, it seemed to be a social stereotype all of the Brits seemed to be trained to be proper. This boy however seemed lacking the knowledge. Oh he could be a gentleman if he chose but currently he saw no need so excluding his accent he seemed little to the effect of a Brit.

Females make him nervous. The opposite sex has brought him nothing but heartache and pain so he keeps himself closed off. Still he gets rather quiet around them so getting through to him gets rough. Many stop trying but anyone who does get through that shell he becomes a loyal friend.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Joanne and Harry both average dark haired dark eyed brits, his mother had curly hair his father short and straight. His father worked as a horse breaker and rehabilitator to anyone who would hire him and taught Dan all he knows his mother was unemployed.
I Share My Dna With Only child
I Come Fromabout 5 miles outside of Old Amersham, England
But I Live Here Now At the trailer homes.
This Is Who I was Dan was born about five miles outside of Old Amersham in England. It was a little known town in the country about half an hour outside of London by underground. His father broke horses for a living anyone who needed it. He trained foals and rehabilitated any horse that was brought his way. His father was one of the best in Britain. It was his father who taught her everything he knew.

His father however, when business turned sour, turned to drinking. Slowly he became an alcoholic and began taking out his anger on his wife. Dan finally became sick of it and stepped between them. His father beat him to the point he ended up in the hospital. His mother vanished after paying the fees to keep him in the hospital. She gave him her savings put it into a bank account and left him with a card.

Dan returned home only long enough to take all of his stashed money. He stole his father’s cards while he slept. Dan went straight to the atm and withdrew all he could, his father had told him the pin some time ago and sent him to town to get him cash. He went to every atm in town and several in Amersham on the hill before he had bled the man almost entirely dry. The card was discarded and he moved on.

He caught the train to Heathrow airport and caught the first flight to the states, it happened to be to West Virginia. He ended up in a small horse community and picked up a young paint stallion who he named ‘My two pence’ The stallion was wild as a storm in June and the woman who owned the two year old gave him up gladly claiming he wasn’t worth the effort. Dan has been training him ever since.
This Is Who I am Dan lives from day to day taking each paycheck check as he can get it. Money comes from the weekly pay check from the music pub and any odd jobs he can get training peoples horses. He keeps himself and his horse fed and well but seems happy enough despite his lack of luxury.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust after the fairer sex
I Love confidence, a strong mind and an even stronger will. He likes women like horses, wild.
I Loathe rich brats, people who are constantly perky, a disregard for living things, and a lack of spirit.
Maybe I loved a few.
Maybe I Didn’t n/a

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome Dan walked into the stables holding the lead rope to Pence tightly. He watched the stallion prance and dart at any sound and sighed, days like these reminded him how much work he had to do. He had just been given the ok to bring him in and he walked towards the round pens through the stables. He stroked the stallion’s neck without a second thought.

He walked him to the pen and opened the gate with a nod he unhooked his harness and let the beast go. The stallion took off like a bat out of hell and Dan shut the gate. He watched the stallion take off and kick out like a crazy. He sighed and shook his head slowly watching him “Well friend were stuck now. Got enough money ta last us a month or so but after that… I will get a job I guess what do you think?”

He watched the stallion slow and paw the ground and he chuckled running his fingers through his curly hair. “Go’h it, go’h it. Ya get fed, you’re ‘appy. I can do tha’.” He nodded and chuckled glad to finally have a place again he hated roaming and he hated a life without horses. Quite simply he was happy to have a place again.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[Cheyenne Kings}]

Accepted!
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