Collin Callaghan<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/thCA13VKCZ_zpsf69a250d.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/thCA13VKCZ_zpsf69a250d.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>|Twenty-four| Caucasian| Human|<br/><br/>Basic Information;<br/>Full Name: Collin Callaghan<br/>Nicknames: None<br/>Age: Twenty-four<br/>Birth Date: 8/30/1989<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Caucasian<br/>Species: Human<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Religion: Catholic ( non practicing)<br/>Place of Birth: Dublin,Ireland<br/>Place of Residence: Dublin,Ireland<br/>Occupation: Free lance photojournalist<br/><br/>Appearance;<br/>Hair: Black hair short often looking disheveled<br/>Eyes: Sky blue<br/>Build:  lean, muscular 6'1 190lb<br/>Clothing&Style: Button shirts, t-shirt, sweaters, jeans, sneakers, jean jackets or leather jackets<a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/thCAMXO72T_zps70ed5992.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/thCAMXO72T_zps70ed5992.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Collin is a t-shirt and jeans type of guy wearing whatever  is comfortable. Or what the weather may call for. Including button shirts,  sweaters, jean jackets and leather jacket depend just how cold it is. He not is brand name mugger. Most of his cloths comes from  a large big box discount chain or local thrift shop. A flat cap is often upon is head and sneakers on his feet. Though he runs a comb through his short black hair in the morning it always look disheveled and a mess. Same goes for shaving and yet he often has a five o'clock shadow.<br/><br/>Personality;<br/>Likes: hot tea, sweets of any kind, music, dancing, taking photos, being outside, traveling, his German shepherd Logan<br/>Dislikes: cruelty of any kind, being coupe up inside, judge mental people<br/>Strengths: Friendly,  outgoing,loyal, kind, sweet, charming<br/>Weaknesses: has peanut allergy, can be a bit naÃ¯ve at times, can lose focus of his surrounding if he trying to get a perfect shot<br/>Habits:  take his dog for evening walk, always has his camera<br/>Quirks: lifts his hat and scratches his head when thinking<br/>Dreams: believes he living his dream now<br/>Fears: dying alone<br/><br/><br/>Collin is just your normal boy next door. Friendly, sweet and bit naÃ¯ve. Making friends with whomever he meets. You hardly ever find him coupe inside. Something he just cant stay. Preferring to be out in nature.  With Logan ( his German Shepard) at his side. They scourer the country side together for the perfect shot. This has been his dream and now he gets paid for it. There never a time you don't see him without his camera. For never know when that perfect shot may come around. Just like any one he fears for dying alone<br/><br/><br/>History;<br/>Parents' Marriage Status: Married<br/>Mother: Mary Callaghan<br/>Father: David Callaghan<br/>Sibling: Rachael Callaghan<br/>Sibling: Ian Callaghan<br/>Relevant Family Member: -----<br/>Relevant Family Member: -----<br/>Spouse/ Significant Other: -----<br/>Children: None<br/><br/><br/><br/>Collin was into a small Catholic family in Dublin, Ireland. They were a very close knit family often taking family holidays when they could. It was during on of these holidays that Collin fell in love with taking photos. His father place a camera in his hands to take a photo of the sunset. A father sharing his hobby. During a family holiday. From that time on he has always wanted to photos and share them with whoever he can. Dreaming of the day that he could earn money while taking photo of his mother country and sharing with world. That dream came to reality after he graduated from college for photojournalist and getting a job as a free lance journalist for travel magazine company.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/thCAE1RU26_zps11ea30a3.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/thCAE1RU26_zps11ea30a3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>*****************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>In the emerald green lands of Ireland there is many tales of the banshee. In some of these tales she is seen washing the armor or clothing of person whom are soon to die or to be murdered. Sometimes she is beautiful beyond words. Other times seen as an old hag. It  is warned that if you heard her screams or wales that your death is near at hand. There are whispers that she still walks the lands of Irelands to this very day foretelling of  death yet to come.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Mother nature had painted the evening sky in bright bands of orange and red. A small sliver of sun could be seen on the horizon. Collin snap the shot of the sunset as he step out of his house. Smiling as he did. Remembering the first time he took a picture of setting sun. He called for Logan. The German shepherd bounding from inside the house. Excited for his evening walk with his master. Petting the dog head Collin made his way down his walk to the foot path to the woods near his home.<br/><br/><br/><br/>He had been in the neighborhood for about a month. He meeting most of his neighbors. All of them friendly. All of whom more then willing to warn him about the house across. Rumor had it that a ghost haunted it. He looked over to the darken house now. Shaking his head. People loved to spread gossip. No he didn't believe in the rumors. Or in ghost for that matter. The house was just that a house.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Seeing at cat across the across the street.Logan darted off in that direction . Collin chased after him. Calling his name. Logan stop right front of the cat. It hissed and arching it's back. The German Shepard sat down cocked his head to the side. Sniffed at the cat. whom soft pawed the dog nose. Logan gave a the cat lick in greeting. The cat hissed again. None to happy to meet this dog.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Making friends again I see" Collin said as he knelt by best friend. Giving the dogs head a gentle rub. Looking over to the cat "It alright little one he is just saying hello" Collin rose up and look the cat's owner.