[hider=STAND MASTER: Ciaran Corrs][center][img]https://safebooru.org//images/2668/d55314b309a32f31ee9d048a35c25e26a84c91f7.jpg?2789733[/img]

[color=ed1c24][i]"If only there was someone else as fabulous as me~... then again, you're a close second, lets hang out!"[/i][/color][/center]
[h3][color=ed1c24][u][b]Profile						[/b][/u][/color][/h3][b]Name:[/b]			[url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ciaran_Sweeney]Ciaran[/url] [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Corrs]Corrs[/url]
[b]Alias:[/b]			C.C.
[b]Gender:[/b]			Male
[b]Age:[/b]			17
[b]Birthday:[/b] 		June 21st, 2001
[b]Zodiac:[/b] 			Cancer
[b]Chinese Zodiac:[/b] 	Snake

[color=ed1c24][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[list]Ciaran is a tall young man standing at 6' with a decently toned body, an average frame, and a mirthful smirk. He has a fair skinned complexion with no blemishes aside from the few freckles that dot his cheeks, with a few around his collar bone as well. Along with that, his nose is straight and sharp to a pint and he proudly displays a smooth angular chin. Furthermore, he has warm red eyes that seem almost on the glazed side most of the time, with an untamed mane of messy, messy hair.

Usually wearing whatever he finds to fancy at the moment, which is a code for what he considers stylish. What suffices for now is a simple black dress shirt with a thin white coat with extravagantly designed crosses that are not only around the cuffs, but act also as epaulets. Following that up is his own red scarf he knitted up that he wears like a feather boa. Finally, to finish it off, he also wears black silk gloves, dress pants and either shoes or high heels.[/list]

[color=ed1c24][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[list]Ciaran is a peculiar character to say the least; despite what has transpired in his life, he generally comes off as a generally upbeat and outgoing person, doing his best to radiate positivity. Of course, the cost of this all is that he tends to seemingly live life in his own little world, uninhibited by any sorts of expectations placed upon him. He really could care less about what other people think of him, to the point where he carelessly wears what he considers his thoughts on his sleeve. Often at times, this can give off the impression that he's a clueless ditz or a hopeless romantic.

Despite first impressions, Ciaran is surprisingly distrustful of other people, and at times, can come off as an impulsive liar. While he does have certain charms, he would more than likely want to see the truth for himself rather than be spoon fed it by another person. However, there are caveats to this, as he does work on sources; while he will be dubious, he will tend to have a little more faith in primary rather than secondary or tertiary sources, but will work to confirm it himself.

Also has an irrational phobia of ice creams due to one too many brain freezes, experiences that resulted in him throwing up, his own father giving them to him after a day at work, and getting the wrong flavor.[/list]

[color=ed1c24][b]History[/b][/color]
[list]Stands have always been a quintessential part of Ciarans life, especially due to his own heritage. His own mother was a stand user herself (and a future member of the Speedwagon Foundation), as well as his father being a member of the Speedwagon Foundation. Now, this is where Ciaran's hectic childhood came into play, and due to his parents always being assigned to track down the arrows, he constantly moved from place to place, oblivious to not only their actual jobs, but about the existence of stands as well.

The way they raised Ciaran would come to affect him in a multitude of ways, primarily concerning his own connections with other people, including his own parents. He might of been able to see more of the world than the average person would, it was a quiet, isolated experience. Other kids who could of possibly been his friends would vanish in the blink of an eye, as they constantly moved from one place to the next. Along with that, he had a somewhat strained relationship with his own parents; it didn't help that they could never give a straight answer for the type of job they had, with answers ranging from being a travel agent to working as English teachers. It didn't help that he would be plagued by inconsistencies that he noticed, especially when it came to co-workers who would sometimes examine the young boy. He remained skeptical about them, poking them with uncomfortable questions to his parents true jobs, and they always scooted around the point.

Of course, while the time they spent in certain areas became longer and longer, Ciaran knew this time wouldn't last. Currently he and his parents are living in New York for "business reasons," or whatever excuse they came up with this time. Whatever the case was, Ciaran continued going through the motions of life, making new acquaintances, learn new thinks about this place on a regular basis, and generally just drifting through life.[/list]

[color=ed1c24][b]Quirks[/b][/color]
[list][*]Dem Legs Tho: While not much of a professional fighter (or fighter in general, considers himself more of a lover), he not only can stretch his legs in any direction without much trouble and also considers himself to have the sexiest legs around.[/list]

[color=ed1c24][b]Other[/b][/color]
[list][*]High Heels Expert: Ciaran doesn't seem to struggle with walking in high heels, let alone running... ok, maybe just a little, but still. May or may not have more brand name high heels than regular shoes.
[*]Sewing: A hobby he does in his free time; usually stitching together patchwork old clothes to give them a little more life, or creating something like the scarf you see in the picture.[/list][/hider]