Arthur 'Compey' Compeyson

[Compey]

Name: Arthur 'Compey' Compeyson

Age: 32

Occupation back home: I'm, well....I'm a doctor. Yes, I'm a doctor.

Appearance:



Nationality: Irish.

Residence: The island (tail section)

Skills: Quick-thinking, persuasive, can talk his way out of most things.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He's a coward, a fact that he's painfully aware of, and completely ashamed of. Despite feeling incredibly guilty of certain bad things he does, he doesn't stop doing the bad things. He's the kind to always say, 'this'll be the last time' and will often go out of his way to do good things to try and quell his own guilt.

Frequent moods/expressions: Charming, perfectly nice, but can be panicky, paranoid and uncertain.

Reason for flight: Business.

Item from wreckage: Camera. Photography is a hobby of mine.

[Compey]

The office was, in a word, shabby. The building itself had been abandoned a while ago, and even though it had been more or less re-worked into a new 'business', it still had that strange smell and cracks along the walls.

Compeyson was dressed in a pristinely clean white coat, and he tapped his pen against the edge of the desk as the woman sitting across him confessed her story to the good doctor in tears.

Woman. Well, no, she couldn't have been older than seventeen. The youngest he'd ever had was fourteen. Incredible. But despite knowing they had only themselves to blame, he felt deep sympathy for these girls. And he always tried alternatives. He'd seen the psychological effect on a few who'd chosen this option, and he wanted them to always be certain this is what they wanted. Not their parents, boyfriend, what they wanted.

"And you can't simply try England? Go on...holiday, perhaps?" he asked her in his liquid Irish accent.

"In the middle of school? No, no, I can't, and they can't ever find out, and I only know because Shelly told me and-"

Mascara ran down her face, and she spoke in hitched breath as she clutched to a soaking hankie.

"Ssh, ssh, ssh. It's going to be fine, alright? No one needs to know, and I have experience. Plenty of it." he replied. "And you're absolutely certain? I know it feels awful at the time, but having a child can be a rich and rewarding experience, and any anger your parents might feel will certainly pass-"

"No! They'll hate me! I can't have this baby!"

All of these girls and women were so certain their parents would hate them forever. It made him wonder what kind of relationship they had with their parents, if they were so certain they would be disowned by the people who brought them into the world.

He paused for a moment, and said, "Well, you've already paid me. Please come back at eight o'clock on Thursday. And until then, please...think about this. Consider all your options."

He stood, extending a hand for her to shake. He took it, shaking it hard. "And please remember, you don't know me, never met me, and have no idea I exist, or my co-workers. This place is nothing to you."

She nodded quickly. "Of course, of course. thank you!"

She grabbed her school bag from beside the chair, and bolted out the door before Arthur Compeyson slumped back into his chair with a sigh.

[Gwen Havers]

Ah, I like him already. Yet another great addition to your ever-growing roster of OC's.

[Compey]

Thank you very much, Kristi. Although I can't really imagine one of those LOST ads:

'Some of us are doctors'
'Some of us are rock stars'
'Some of us are fugitives'
'Some of us are backstreet abortionists'

[Gwen Havers]

Hey, I wouldn't turn down an excuse to slow-dance with Cillian Murphy. Pass me the mascara, Kate...

[Compey]

Ah, yes, the pale Cillian with those icy psycho eyes...a very versatile actor. He was great in Batman Begins.

'I'm sorry, Dr Crane isn't in right now..but if you'd like to make an appointment...'

Along with Ejiofor, two of my chosen characters have played transvestites. Hm.

[Compey]

Name: Sean McKeown

Age: 52

Occupation: A caretaker at the local school.

Appearance:



Nationality: Irish.

Residence: Ireland.

Skills: Likeable, skilled, strong, sensible and experienced.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He tends to think the best of people, and his trusting nature has gotten him in trouble from time to time.

Frequent moods/expressions: Good-natured, friendly, uncomplaining and thoughtful.

[skye]

...He sounds nice and evil

[Compey]

He's not evil, he's a good guy....more or less. He's one of my non-evil characters, he's leaning towards the good guys then the bad guys.

[Bella]

Oh okay, so hes just a backstreet abortionist?

[Compey]

Yeah, he's a good guy. He may be a backstreet abortionist, but he's qualified, experienced, isn't in it for the money (although that's a factor) and helps women.

[Bella]

I like him now.

[Compey]

Name: Stella

Age: 32

Occupation: A student teacher.

Appearance:


Nationality: American.

Residence: She travels from her home in American to her home in Ireland.

Skills: Intelligent, analytical, quick-thinking, witty.

Weaknesses/bad habits: She can be harsh, and often pushes her morals to one side. However, these moral problems always end up building up, until finally she makes what she believes to be the right decision.

Frequent moods/expressions: Dryly humorous, constantly arguing with her hated enemy/closest friend, Compeyson.

[Cyrus]

Name: Jason Cooley

Age: 30

Occupation: He's held many jobs, and at the moment he's unemployed.

Appearance:


Nationality: Irish.

Residence: Ireland.

Skills: Intelligent. Strong. Charming. He's a great manipulator of people, and lies fluently.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He can be violent when things don't go his way. He sets his own morals, and when he sees someone who doesn't follow them...he gets aggressive. He may claim to be Christian, but he twists the word of the Bible for his own motives. He uses Religion as a weapon and a 'noble' cover, earning himself a small gang of loyal admirers. He's a preacher in every sense of the word. But he doesn't preach God's word, he preaches his own. In his own words, 'There are parts of the bible I like, and parts I don't like.'

Frequent moods/expressions: Charming, friendly, and easy to like. Underneath, though, lies an abusive, vicious human being with no remorse.

[Compey]

Compeyson's eye snapped open, alerted by the shrill trilling of his phone, which lay on the messy dressing table next to his bed. He unstuck himself from his bed, standing up on the dirty wooden floor. Behind him, he could hear music blearing from the apartment across the way. Repetitive, thumping music. He picked the phone up.

"Compeyson, who the hell is this?"

"Good to talk to you too, jerk." said a female American voice.

"Ah, it's the filthy whore." Compeyson fell back onto his bed, yawning, and glanced at his clock. "Stella, I know it's bright and shiny in America-land, but over here, it's still pitch-black out."

"Yeah, well, over here it is still bright and shiny. I can't help that you live in a depressing little country with no sunlight."

"Slutta, you live in the land of fat people and plastic people, you can't talk." he replied, barely able to talk. "And while I'm touched that you rang me, I'm exceptionally tired. So unless you had a reason apart from the fact that you have no real friends and I provide some source of comfort in your otherwise useless little life...."

"Jason and I are coming back to Ireland."

That gave him a reason to hold pause. After a few moments, he said, "Er, well...when?"

"Jason's leaving tomorrow, but I still have to wait until the break."

"Oh, God, Stella...he got himself in trouble, didn't he? Stella?" he asked, sitting up.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then, "See you soon, Arthur." And she hung up.

[Hollywood Heidi]

*sigh* I should smack you for constantly leaving us with cliffhangers, but I think you'd like it.

Great flashback and yet another great character!

[Compey]

By all means, smack away.

[Compey]

Compeyson was not a fighter, which was one reason he always despised having to meet with Cooley, considering that Cooley was a fighter, and a damn good one. But while Jason couldn't be controlled, he could be appeased, and Cooley had long been under the impression that Compeyson was a friend.

An old school acquaintance, more likely, that Compeyson had failed to shrug off. And now it had gotten to the point where Compeyson couldn't simply leave. He stayed a friend of Jason, for a very simple reason. Cooley had left for America, and had spent five months there as a caretaker in the local school. When he came back, he brought with him his new American girlfriend, Stella.

Compeyson hated to admit it. But Stella, despite how much they fought, was his friend. It had started when Stella phoned him one night, crying and scared, not sure who else to call, telling him that Cooley had been put in prison after a bar fight. She confessed everything to him. Her worries, her problems with Jason, everything. It was just easier to tell a stranger, sometimes. Since then, Compeyson had become a friend she confided in and trusted.

Hence why he hadn't moved or stopped returning Cooley's call, not that he could anymore. He would be 'friends' with Jason for the rest of his life. Just for Stella.

So now he was waiting in the airport, yawning and fiddling with his keys. One of his great fears was that Jason, who was strongly anti-abortion, would find out about his night job. He didn't even want to think about what Jason Cooley would do.

He rubbed his eyes clear of sleep, in time to see the tall, broad-shouldered man with a massive grin. Compeyson forced a grin back, standing. "Hi, Jason!"

"Com-pey-son!" Cooley lifted him up in a large hug, and dropping him. "Let's get back to town, I'm fucking exhausted and fucking freezing!"

[Hollywood Heidi]

Yay, more please!

[Compey]

Name: Nick

Age: 30

Appearance:

Overview: Compeyson's assistant at the 'clinic'.