Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 12:22:25 GMT -5
- Information -
Name: Cullen James Deacon III
Nicknames: Cull, Deacon
Date of Birth: August 18, 1966
Age: 46
Sign: Leo
Place of Birth: Manhattan, NYC
Current City: Salem, Massachusetts
Primary Residence: Salem, Massachusetts
Ethnicity: American, Italian, Irish
Martial Status: Married
Significant Other: Thalia Deacon
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
- Physical Characteristics -
Height: 6'4" [193.04 cm]
Weight: 170 lbs [77.1107 kilos]
Eye Color: Dark Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Blood Type: AB-
Tattoos: Five names written in cursive under his arm and along his ribs.
Piercings: None
Other Marks: 5 Inch scar along his stomach, leading to his hip.
- Other Information -
Children: Audrey Lynn Deacon [Daughter, 13], Isaiah James Deacon [Son, 4 months], Lailah Emilie Deacon [Daughter, 4 months]
Occupation: CEO & President of Deacon Investments Incorporated
Home: 6 bed, 4.5 bath
Main Vehicle: 2013 Audi Q7 [Silver with blacked out windows]
- NPC's tied to Deacon Family -
James Neil Gallagher - Father [
]
]Claudia Emmy Bering - Half Sister [Leighton Meester]
Audrey Lynn Deacon - Daughter [Bella Thorne]
- History -
Cullen Deacon could very well be one of most complicated souls known to man.
He had everything a man could ever desire. More money than most could even dream about, and more power than most even thought was achievable in a single lifetime. He had a hoard of expensive, rare cars and enough real estate to store each of them privately in their own temperature controlled palaces, if need be. He dressed in expensive clothing, hand designed by the artists themselves. Anything that read 'state-of-the-art', he owned. Anything that had a high dollar price tag, he owned. From his cuff-links to the laces on his shoes screamed money. However, while he was bathed in all his riches, that famous quote 'Money can't buy happiness' still held quite true for the 45 year old billionaire. It could sure as hell buy fleet of yachts, but a fleet of yachts, he had found out for himself, wasn't happiness.
While Cullen had been raised with the richest of riches, he hadn't been born into quite as lucky circumstances. His Mother Colleen, a teenage drug abuser and pusher, had given birth to Cullen at the too young age of 15. Her abuse of drugs had left her child sickly and unwell, born a month too early and, it seemed, he wouldn't pull through. However, one, among many, lucky breaks would leave him in the care of his Aunt Deborah and Uncle James. His Aunt being his Mother's sister, had married into a considerable amount of wealth, and due to quick thinking and a large wallet, Cullen had received the best care money could buy in the late 60's. He had pulled through, but not without a few complications.
Deborah had forced her sister into a rehabilitation center with the intent of passing the child off to his rightful Mother once she got clean. Deborah had never wanted children, thinking that they were too messy, too loud and too needy. Deborah, a housewife and a socialite, was far too selfish for children. James too had never wanted children. He had always been too busy running the Deacon & Associates, Inc. tax firm into the ground, or at least that was how Cullen saw it as he grew and understood the world of business like the back of his hand. Cullen's Mother had never gotten clean, which forced him to be under the care of Deborah and James until he was old enough to venture out into the world on his own. They had passed along the job of guardianship to various nannies until one in particular stuck, quite deeply.
Miss Anna, Cullen had grown up calling her. An older, dark skinned, plump woman who had taught the growing Cullen all he knew and catered to each and every of his quirks, fears and issues. She had been the closest thing to a Mother he had ever had. She had always expensive tastes, often dreaming of designing and attending fashion shows and driving around in flashy cars, living the life of a famous Hollywood movie star. It was something Cullen would always remember about her, and something he would grow to appreciate later in life. She had also taught him skills that would form the man he was to become. She taught him math, which would be the driving force behind his career. She taught him how to play the guitar, which would open all sorts of possibilities for him as he grew. She taught him manners, she taught him about religion and politics. She raised him, essentially, from the time he was just learning to walk, till he was 16 when his Aunt and Uncle thought him to be 'too old' for the care of a nanny. Little did they know his attachment to the woman. She, however, didn't put up a fight. She knew she was growing old, and she was beginning to forget. The Alzheimer's was taking hold, and by the time Cullen was ready to head off to college, she no longer recognized him.
At this point in Cullen's life, her memory loss had changed him completely. Intent on shoving a college degree in business to the backseat, he had been so very focused on a career in music, however anger had begun to build. Anger at his Mother, who rarely came around, anger at his Aunt and his Uncle, anger at whatever force caused Miss Anna to forget him. Frankly, he felt alone, lost and the only stability he found was at Harvard. The music industry was a wave of uncertainty, and he needed, more than anything, a rock. College had become his rock, something to hold on to, and he threw everything he had into learning, studying, and focusing solely on perfecting the art of business, and in doing so, he found his niche. Numbers. They had always come easy to him, but just how easy, he hadn't realized. As the equations grew more and more difficult, Cullen only found them to become easier and easier before he realized there was just about anything he could solve at the top of his head. It came far too easy.
He graduated with all sorts of academic honors, but he wasn't intending to stop there, despite the many job offers for various banks in the bustling financial districts of Boston, New York and Washington D.C. He decided to enter into Harvard Business School to obtain his masters degree's in both finance and business. College had instilled a drive in him he hadn't known was there before. He was utterly ambitious and he soon found out business was his forte. He had everything a good business man needed, and with this new found niche, came a new found desire for power. He wanted to run his own company, his own business, not just take on his Uncle's firm. He wanted to buy his Uncle's firm for himself and expand all on his own. This dream was to come true in the new millennium, but not before hitting a few more snags in the road that would shape his personality.
A few years after graduate school, Cullen met, by chance, his future wife. Vivian Marcus. She was beautiful. Thin, blonde, not a day over 25. They had met at the bank Cullen was employed at, he being a financial analyst, she being a customer in need of a loan to continue college. She was studying to become a pediatrician, which would become a reality for her. Not through a loan, but through Cullen's own wallet. The woman had been taken by the man, and eventually Cullen had given in and the two had entered into what would be Cullen's first, true relationship. He'd never entertained the idea of a partner before, always very self sufficient, very private, however her company had eventually been welcome. After nearly 3 years of dating, she had pushed for marriage. Hinting at a future, rings, children, homes, but Cullen had always been more interested in work. With the threat hung over his head of her moving on, however, he had taken the plunge and asked her to marry him. He had never been very enthused about it, though she had been utterly ecstatic. Even more so when she learned that she was pregnant with his children. Twins. A boy and a girl. Cullen, at the age of 33, hadn't been enthused about this fact either, and ended up spending most, if not all his time and effort into his dream of Deacon Investments Incorporated. It would be the destruction of his marriage.
Cullen never did explain what exactly had been the breaking point in their marriage, or why only one of the two twins had survived, or even why after the end of his marriage he had become cold, stoic, shut in and utterly intolerable. He seemed after his marriage he had all but forgotten what it was to be polite and a much meaner, colder soul had taken over him. He began getting noticed not for his talent but for his attitude, tantrums and fits. His perfectionist ways had spilled over into anything he did, anything he touched and whatever or whomever wasn't up to par with exactly what he wanted or how he wanted things done, suffered the consequences. He had begun to make a name for himself and eventually, by the time he opened the doors to his firm, he stopped needing people all together. Instead, people needed him. A financial guru, a God of numbers, equations, and problem solving, there was no doubt that Cullen Deacon was the best of the best when it came to his field, and he was compensated well for it. Eventually, he did exactly what he set out to do. He bought his Uncle's company, and with it, he bought his clients, and with that.. Cullen had reached the top at not even the halfway marker in his life.
What he had learned, however.. was that money, indeed, did not buy happiness, no matter how many houses, cars, boats or expensive three piece suits you could buy.