TORQUIL SAOIRSE DAVISON Torquil “Tom” Saoirse Davison
(NICKNAMES) Tom, Tommy, Sonny, Torq
(GENDER) male
(BIRTHDAY) twenty-seventh March
(HOROSCOPE) urm…no idea
(HOMETOWN) Aberdeen, Scotland
(AGE) thirty-three
(WHERE I STAND) gym and coach
(SEXUAL ORIENTATION) straight
(CLIQUE) educated
(PLAYBY) james marsden
my mirrors are stained with portraits of your facePHYSICALAPPEARANCEPHYSICALAPPEARANC(HAIR) dark brown
(EYES) green
(SKIN TONE) pale-ish,
(ETHNICITY) Caucasian
(HEIGHT) six foot
(WEIGHT) 180
(BODY TYPE) athletic, he is a sportsman
(DISTINGUISHED FEATURES) scar on his right knee and one just around his neck, back of his neck - rugby accident
(PIERCINGS) none
(TATTOOS) none
(PERSONAL STYLE) GENERAL
Tom’s a quietly handsome young man, well man. He doesn’t show off his good looks as much as he could, but he goes for the pleasant features rather than the emphasis. He can look slightly scruffy, because he’s not really trying. He can pull off the look, and he doesn’t have much choice but to do so. He doesn’t see why people prim and preen themselves up as much as they do. It’s frankly embarrassing. He spends a few minutes on his hair and the longest he ever spends in the bathroom is twenty minutes for an exceptionally long shower. He'd mostly do that after a rough rugby game that he got coated in mud. It takes a while to get mud off.
CLEAN-SHAVEN
First things first. Since it is important to note. He’s always clean shaven. He gets up early in the morning, actually he doesn’t tend to do a lot of sleeping anyway. But he gets up early, has a shower and shaves. So, yes, he does get five o’clock shadow, but usually around two in the afternoon. So you see why he has to shave a lot. But, then again, he looks good in it, don’t ‘e. He may not look like he shaves everyday, but it’s still the problem on the five o’clock shadow at two. Maybe some people find that endearing, to him it can get rather annoying. Then, again, if he’s on holiday, you won’t catch him shaving until he has to. It can get embarrassing for his son. Still, what are parents there for if not to embarrass?
HAIR
It’s not the neatest thing under the sun. He brushes it, what more can you ask the man to do. It’s dark brown and it’s really not long enough to do a great deal with it. So he occasionally brushes it, good man. It's never been long, mostly because he could never manage it that long. Actually, that's not true. It was long-ish, when he was in collage, but that's because he was the traditional broke student. But, after that he had it all shortened. He's also never had it shaved or anything, just left as it usually is. It's a mid-light brown, depending on how long he's been out in the sun, or if he's been out in the sun for that matter. It is Scotland.
EYES
His eyes are brown. C'mon, what d'you want me to say?
CLOTHING STYLE
His general looks are something quick that he can change into. He doesn’t tend to buy the newest or latest fashion, he has his own fashion. This is simply jeans and the first shirt he can buy. It’s practical, like him. He doesn’t have the patients to try on too many different ‘costumes’ so he sticks to one. He has qualms about asking to borrow, as it seems like charity to him, but never mind. He can pull off the look. As has been said before this moment, Tom doesn't care much about what others think of him. Well, that's not completely true. He likes his jackets, and he might not care about his hair, he does like his clothes. He likes to appear smart. And usually he does. He likes fake leather jackets, brown or black. His favourite is a black one. He also goes in for either scarves or hoodies. He does own one long, black trench coat, but then again...nevermind. Jeans are the thing he usually wears. Not that he has much of a choice, it would either be that or his suit trousers, which he hates with a huge passion. Shoes are either just trainers or converses, depending on what he actually has in his wardrobe. Otherwise, its just what he picks out. He's usually in a hurry when he gets out of the house, so its whatever he finds in the record times. He also wears track suit bottoms or shorts a lot, but that’s for the job, isn’t it. Around the house it’s jeans and a shirt.
we'll end this tragedy todayHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORY(FATHER) leon davison – sixy-one – retired consultant
(MOTHER) maria davison – fifty-eight – store owner
(SIBLINGS) none
(OTHER NOTABLE FAMILY MEMBERS) devin davison – son – sixteen – loves to pieces
(PETS) a family dog called, Cat
(HISTORY) (Aha! My favourite part)
THE EARLY YEARS
Zero - Four
First and formost, Tommy was born to Leon and Maria Davison [nee McKinley]. He was born in Aberdeen, and lived a reletively risk free and vaguely dull life for a long time. He had no brothers or sisters, but he did live with his cousin, Jamie. Jamie's mother and father, Tom's aunt and uncle, had died in a car crash when he was just a baby, so Jamie was taken in by his aunt and uncle, Leon and Maria. Still, Jamie was basically a brother to Tom, even if he was four years older. They spent a lot of time in the huge garden, playing with their assortment of dogs. Maria, before she owned the store, had been a dog breeder and frequently took place in Crufts. So, there were always two or three dogs around, usually large ones, since Maria never bred small dogs. The smallest they had was a cross bred border collie and a alsatian. Which was still pretty big, to be frankly honest. Especially when you're young. So, they spent a lot of time outdoors. Leon was a great fan of sport and hiking activities and such at the weekends, so hardly any weekend went by without them taking a trip out to the country or something. They were a very outdoorsy family.
EARLY SCHOOL LIFE
Five - Eleven
Tom started school, as most do, at five. He was average in his class, attentive, sprightly. He could be easily distracted, but not to a fault, he was just a child. He liked sticky stuff. Glue and honey. He was a very curious child as well, always scampering over to a new piece of furniture to climb all over it. Including flowerpots and vases, which usually broke, and didn't tend to make people happy. Then again, only a kid.
SECONDARY SCHOOL
Twelve - Eighteen
Secondary school, very similar to his primary school. All the same maths, english, science malarki. Just more exams and more pressure. At fourteen his parents moved. Maria had was still dog breeding and Leon had accepted a job at a local hospital in Berkshire. So, packed up from Aberdeen and off to Berks. Jamie was eighteen at this point and had just applied, and been accepted, to Durham University to study Physics. So, it was just the three of them that went off to Reading.
Seventeen. Ah. Well. How to begin? Tom was out with a few friends from the local football club he was playing at when something smacked into him, literally. A tall, curvy lass by the name of Laura Wood. She had just broken a heel on her shoe and had stumbled straight into him. Of course, Tom caught her, and being a gentleman, helped her over to a seat and let her borrow some coinage for a phonecall. That started the ball rolling. He dated Laura for two months before she broke it off. And he'd like to state that for the record. Laura Wood broke up with Tom Davison, not the other way around. He did nothing, as far as he could remember. Maybe it was the sport, he did spend a lot of time around sportage people. Maybe it got annoying? Still, he let Laura fade from his memory, cruel, yes, but he'd broken up with girls on good and bad terms, each time it hadn't really effected him. This was just another time. Yes, Laura was a perfectly nice lass, but she was a bit...clingy.
COLLEGE
Nineteen - Twenty-Two
Tom took up a degree in Sports Psychology at Aberystwyth University in Wales. He loved it, and played for their rugby team. This was where he had his first big accident. He was playing a uni match and still has the commentry that went with the match. It was given to him as a present when he left the team at Twenty-Two:
And welcome back for the second half of this Aberystwyth vs Manchester University qualifying match. The score is three - zero to Aberystwyth and it's shaping up to be a brilliant match, don't you agree John?Oh yes, Mike. Fighting a war down there on the feild. And we've just had the pass back to McTurey. McTurey to Guffin. Guffin's taking the run, through the ranks of Aberystwyth. Guffin's passed back to Dover, who passes to Smithy. Smithy's up the line, gives it a kick!Caught by Cooper, but he loses possession. That was a terrible mistake there!Oh yes, Mike. Back to Smithy. Davison's on the edge, running after with Bryson. Davison's made the tackle and - -SHARP PAUSE-
Has he gotten up?Urm...no*hissed* Describe what happened!Sorry, ProducerWell...urm. Tom Davison made the tackle to Smithy, who's leg caught him round the back of the neck.It seems he went down, and the medics are on sight. And he still hasn't moved. They're stretchering him off.Tom was lucky, didn't break his neck, just smacked his head on Ryan Smith's boot and knocked himself out. He has a nice scar at the back of his neck now.
PSYCH DAYS
Twenty-Three - Twenty-Six
Tom moved back to Aberdeen, having always found he liked it best. He picked up a job as a Sports Psychologist for a nearby amateur sports centre. He was also a personal coach and a general gym person. The type that's always around in shorts and the brightly coloured shirts that have the gym logo on. He hated the shirts, since they were orange, and he didn't really like orange at the time. He really enjoyed it really. He apparently had a very 'open' exterior that made people 'want to excersise'. He thought this was utter nonsense, but went along with it since it paid very, very well. Which is a very, very good thing. He went along with any crazy thing they had going. He also carried on the family tradition of dogs, and had one of his mother's Alsatians, which he called Mop. He doesn't know why, it was just called 'Mop'. He'd always been told he'd called animals strange things, and came up with odd ideas, but that was just who he was. And Mop had suited the mutt when he'd first gotten it from his mother.
TIME STANDS STILL
Twenty-Six
Tom pushed open the door to his home, Mop bounding in after him. The dog immediately went into the kitchen and the distinctive sounds of lapping water could be heard. Tom bumped his gym bag on the sofa just as he walked passed his answering machine. One Missed Call. Hm, who had called recently? He pressed the button just as he flopped down onto the sofa.
"Oh, hello. This is Magret Shannasey, I'm the Secratery of Corven Children's Home. I'm calling for a Mr. Torquil Davison. If you recieve this message can you please ring me back as soon as you can on 01865873013."Tom frowned. Corven Children's Home? He would've just thought it was a wrong number, or purhaps a charity, but to ask for a call back and with his name. Not that they pronounced it right, they'd said it phonetically. But, nevermind. Still slightly suspicious, Tom decided to check on the Internet about CC Home. And it seemed legitimate. Or, if not, it was a very good cover. So he called.
"Corven Children's Home, Magret speaking, how may I help you?"
"Urm, hi, this is Torquil Davison, I got a call from you yesterday?"
"Ah, yes, Mr. Davison. I'm pleased to inform you that we have your son in our keeping."
"My...what?" Tom frowned, wrapping his wrist around the phone cord.
"Your son, Mr. Davison. Devin Wood." Tom frowned.
"I think there's been some sort of mistake, I know of no-one called Devin Wood."
"Just let me check." Tom could hear a clacking of keys in the background.
"Mother's Laura Wood." Laura Wood...
Tom leant against the wall with a thump.
"Mr. Davison?"
"Yeah...? Yeah, I'm still here. How old is Devin?" His voice seemed not to be working properly.
"Devin's eight." Eight...Eight years ago. Yeah, that could make sense. He'd been eighteen when he last saw Laura Wood back in Berkshire. Oh...crap.
"Mr. Davison?" The impatient voice on the end of the phone questioned.
"Yeah?"
"When can you come and collect Devin?"
"Collect him!? What, where's his mother?" They wanted him to collect him, how, why?
"Mr. Davison, your son has been taken under our care because his mother had been...abusing him."
"Abusing him?" Tom's tone was suddenly sharp. Abusing his son? Why? What had he done? Anyway, that didn't matter, nothing could justify beating an
eight year old. The conversation went on, each time Magret spoke Tom seemed to be leaning lower and lower into the wall. Finally she hung up and he found he was sitting on the floor. Mop had laid his head in Tom's lap in a comforting manner.
He had a son. A real son. An eight year old, abuse, probably terrifed son. Tom sat in the darkness of the hallways, the phone still off the hook for a full day, staring at his shoes.
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LOCATION: Corven Children's Home, England
Tom parked his old Vauxhall in the parking lot, but couldn't quite make himself exit the car. He'd left Mop with his mother in Berkshire. He'd told her the whole story, everything, and had taken a long time to convince her that she didn't need to come. He was 26 for heaven's sake, he didn't need his mother. But, to be perfectly honest, he wouldn't mind the moral support at this point.
Still, after twenty minutes he did manage to push open the door and trudge up to the front door. He hadn't realised it was getting onto evening. He came up to the front desk and gave a slightly nervous smile.
"Hey, um. I'm Tom...Torquil Davison, Devin Wood's...father." It felt strange voicing it. He hadn't actually said it before outload, not even to his mother.
He was lead down towards a room and when the door opened, he found he had no idea what to do. The boy was small and...he couldn't think of the word. He was...his son. He just wanted to hold him. He couldn't stop the smile he felt, even as it over-rode the shock of 'argh! I have a son!'. Except, when he reached out to his son...Devin, the boy flinched back. He was so taken aback by this he was completely dumbstruck. Still, he stayed croaching down, trying not the startle the lad. He had to shallow the urge to cry himself. It wouldn't exactly help the situation, would it? It took a while, silence was almost painful. But, when Devin was in his arms, he never wanted to let go. Ever. Wasn't sure he could.
Finalities were finished, and Tom stayed as close by as he could, which was actually with his parents, or Jamie, depending on the day. By this time Maria owned her pet and supplies shop, and Tom thought it would be a good idea to let his son meet his grandparents. So he stayed with his grandparents with Devin before heading back up to Aberdeen.
DEVIN
Twenty-Seven - Thirty-Three
Tom wanted to be there for Dev as his parents had been for them. So, he tried to do everything he'd done as a child. He might not be the most natural father, but he tried his hardest. He was never harsh or cruel. He could never do that. Especially not after what had happened to Devin. He'd made a vow to himself that first night that Devin was sleeping under his roof that he would never,
ever let anything happen to that boy. Tom had many sleepless nights over the fact he couldn't seem to get Devin's health up after he first arrived with him. He made numerous calls to his father, asking for medical advice, only to be told to 'wait and watch'. You couldn't blame him for panicking slightly. He only ever called after he knew Devin was safely tucked up in bed, keeping his door open so he could hear the slightest murmer from the lad.
Disastre struck. He'd asked his father how to get to one of the best hiking places he'd ever been to when he was young. He got the directions and took Devin up on one weekend. Except, then came the snake. He couldn't remember much except sprinting back to the car, carrying Devin before driving at way over the speed limit to the nearest hospital, a good thirty minute drive. Devin was taken straight to paediatrics and of course, Tom wasn't exactly in the sane state of mind. He didn't even realise he'd called his father, who was there within three hours, whilst Devin was still in Recovery, no visitors allowed.
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"I'm sorry sir, just take a seat."
"Are you sure there's been no news at all?" A haggered Tom Davison asked for the hundredth time, leaning on the desk.
"No, I'm sorry. When there's any news I'll tell you straight away." Tom nodded, running a hand through his already messed up hair.
"Thanks." He murmered, making his way back to the uncomfortable plastic chair. Three hours? It had only been three hours. He leant his chin in his hands, staring blankly at the plain floor in front of him.
"Mr. Davison?" Tom jumped. He'd almost completely dozed off.
"Urm, yeah." He muttered, rubbing his neck where it had been at an odd angle.
"Here, I brought you some tea." The lass behind the register handed him the cup with a small smile.
"Oh, thanks." His voice still hadn't woken up. How long had it been now? Six hours? It was well into the night and ED was quiet. His father had just gone to harrass a doctor with complicated medical speak. Hopefully it would help.
The doctor, Dr. Lewis, walked back into the room. His patient's father was still there, muttering quietly. He'd told him a while back that talking helped, even if his son was unconscious. He'd definately taken this to heart and had been talking for the last two hours. His patients grandfather, at least Dr. Lewis assumed it was the grandfather, stood by the door. He walked over casually.
"What's he saying?" The Doctor asked, curious. Leon smiled.
"He's reciting the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Tom could do it to all the dogs at home, it's his specialty." Leon replied softly, not wanting to disturb his son and grandson.
LAURA WOODHell came for tea.
Tom had gone for a perfectly normal day at work. He'd fixed a broken tredmill and taught a newcomer how to use the equipment. He left work on time to go pick up Devin from school. He parked the Alfa Romeo Brera, told you he was doing well, and waited. Three thirty pulled around, kids came out. Three Thirty passed. Kids thinned out. Devin was occasionally late, talking to friends, Tom didn't mind. He was actually very proud of Devin, making friends so quickly.
Devin didn't come.
He went up to the school to find out what happened only to be told his mother had picked him up early. Mother? He replied that Devin's mother wasn't around, got a description of her from his teacher, paled and bolted for the car. Laura had his son, had his Devin. What did the bitch want now, and with Devin. He wasn't a violent man, but he knew a few. Those who worked out at the gym, hard core men with muscles like sacks of melons.
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Tom knocked at the door, fire burning in his brown eyes.
"Laura?" He called through the thin wood. He hadn't shaved in a few days, which was an oddity for Tom. He looked haggered, worn and tired. He knocked again, harder.
"Laura, I know you're there. I....I just want to see Devin." This was never going to work. He was seconds away from trying to kick down the door, when he turned the handle. Well, psycho's forgot small things. He found Devin pretty easily and even managed to pry Laura's filthy fingers off his son. He didn't want to let Devin go once he had him safe in his arms, but he knew his father was behind him. He knew his mother was already ushering Devin out towards the cars out back. Leon's hand fell on his shoulder.
"Come, Tommy." His voice was soft, but Tom swallowed.
"Go ahead, dad. I'll be there in a moment." Leon nodded, shot one last look at Laura and left, after Maria and Devin. Tom shoved his hands in his pockets. What to say.
"Why?" He asked, looking up at the dispicable woman.
"Why what?" She asked back through tear choked hiccups.
"Why did you take him, Laura? Why did you kidnap him from his school, why did you torment him?" His patience was growing thin and his voice was becoming much less calm.
"He's my son!"
"No! He's mine!" Tom half shouted, half growled. He composed himself quickly.
"You will never come near my son again." His voice was very low, dangerously so. "You will never see him again, speak to him again, even hear him again. I've already filed a restraining order. You will not, under pain of imprisonment and a jail sentence come near my family again."
"But, Tommy, I am your family." She sobbed, basically at his feet. He looked down, disgusted.
"No, Laura. You never were. I will thank you for bringing Devin to him, but you are not his mother. You are nothing." He stepped closer, his eyes flashing. His voice was incredibly quiet as he leant down towards the sad lump that was Laura Wood. "If you come near my son again, it won't be the restraining order you have to worry about." The implied threat left Laura a quivering heap on the floor. He turned on his heel and left. Or did he...?
That night, with Devin safely home, Tom stayed all night in the doorway to his room. Time had no meaning as he stood, hands in pockets, eyes fixed on the sleeping figure.
LIFE AFTERTom accepted a job with Bloomfield Falls Academy, since he'd already enrolled Devin in there. Of course, his son had a choice, and he seems to have made the correct one. He really enjoys it there, and lives just off campus in a small condo he bought with one of Maria's dogs, this one originally named Cat. He's a massive Alsatian and frequently attends PE lessons. Students love him, and he loves them, so it's a win win situation if you're a dog. He loves his job, his son and his life. Everything he needs is most definately in Bloomfield FASLLS.
our time to shine beyond the pavementPERSONALITYPERSONALITYPERSONALITY(LIKES) devin ,, quiet life ,, teaching ,, sport ,, chatting with others ,, walking the dog ,, generally being with his son ,, morning mist ,, chocolate ,, scotland
(DISLIKES) laura ,, politics ,, lawyers ,, laura ,, jurisdiction ,, goats ,, blazing sunshine ,, laura ,, eggs ,, shaved poodles ,, losing ,, people who are very obviously over polite and fake
(HOBBIES) sport ,, walking the dog ,, water sports ,, general not doing a great deal ,, looking after devin
(FEARS) anything, and I mean anything, ever happening to Dev that he may have prevented ,, politicians ,, loosing dearly held things (coughcoughdevincoughcough) ,, crazy people ,, giant pandas
(SECRETS) what happened with laura ,, what happened just before he found devin ,, he’s terrified of being struck by lightening
(DREAMS) he doesn’t really plan ahead any more
(STRENGTHS) protecting his son ,, keeping calm ,, teaching ,, sport ,, smiles
(WEAKNESSES) devin ,, pie ,, chocolate ,, a sports conversation
(OTHER) he can get a little over protective of devin – not his fault! ,, he takes things very literally on occasion and sometimes just ignores stuff ,, he’s a bit contradictary.
(PERSONALITY) HARD TO PLEASE
He can be a hard man to please, and that includes himself in this faction. He finds it hard to do things to the standard which he sets himself. He's definitely an over achiever, but only for himself. He only does this to himself. So he’s very lenient about others, but just not to himself. Odd really. He likes to try his best, and he does. His best can mean putting other things aside, but he tries to do everything he can. He could be the poster boy for Overachievers Anonymous
THEN AGAIN...
Yeah, then again...Then again there are certain times when the Scotsman just won't try. He does have that certain voice in the back of his head that says 'you can do it without trying' and a lot of the time he can. He has a very, very good memory, but it's full of random trivia. He knows a lot of trivia and he can quote just about anything he's seen or read. Dorian Grey is one of his favourites and he can basically recite the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Don't ask why, he just read it a lot as a child. Oh, and he knows everything there is to know about the Narnia books, but if he ask him, he won't admit it. He doesn’t know why he remembers them, but it was something that kept him sane as a child and he knows that it’s something he can just come up with, like when Devin was in hospital with a snake bite it was the only thing he could think of as comfort, just reciting stuff to let his voice be heard.
EVASIVE
Hell yes! He will not answer anything he doesn't want to. He won't lie, that's just pathetic. He'll just change the subject very quickly onto something else. He's very good at doing that. He can switch subjects like a click of the fingers. Snapety-snap. And all that. He just prefers to keep some things under wraps. If you push him then he’ll reply, but don’t expect miracles, okay?
DETERMINATION
Oddly enough, he's not actually that determined. He'll just give up on something he can't be bothered to do. He will finished a lot of things, but some things, like mechanics, will just get dull and boring for him. Then it will be, theoretically, swept under the bed and left there. He's a bit contradictary. He's determined to do a lot of things, and that's why he made a good personal trainer. He's full of all those little cliches that keep you going and he's very good at just talking to keep your mind off the exertion you've exhausted.
PROTECTIVE
He’s very, very protective. Especially of Devin, but to be honest that boy's going to send Tom grey if he's not careful. But, he’s never violent. He keeps his calm, but he won’t let anything happen to anyone close to him…ever. He can hold a grudge against someone for a long time, and this young Scotsman has contacts you don’t want to know about. He's one of those quiet angery ones. The 'mess with your head' people. Walk around your shaking form before saying one word to send you the tears. It sounds cruel, but it's just science.
(AND...) I’m .s.t.i.l.l. standin’
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steal, and choke! ( Edits by Kayla ) This post has been edited by zoey montgomery on Apr 25 2009, 01:37 PM
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