Post by garnet on Jul 15, 2009 2:11:09 GMT -5
Name: Siobhan McDermott
Age: 15 years
Date of Birth: March 2, 1994
Homelands: County Claire, near the town of Doolin on the West coast of Ireland.
Race: Human/Fae
Class: Druid
Final: Vertigo
The result of this attack is that any of Siobhan enemies feel a profound sense of falling of a steep cliff. They lose sight, so their eyes can't betray the truth to them, and they even feel the pain of impact. Or, at least, they think they do. It's all in their mind, you see, and this is quite ridiculous and amusing to watch, as whoever this is directed to (and this can apply to more than one person at once) sort of falls over spontaneously, then after a bit of writhing on the ground, lays still, thinking they are dead. The effect of this lasts a few minutes, giving whoever it is an opportunity to attack without being accosted. But it won't be Siobhan finishing her enemies off, for she gets the same treatment they do. In order to push her enemies off the proverbial cliff, she too must jump. So this is not a very practical attack unless you have friends nearby.
{Weapon Information}
(Sharp Dagger)
A sharp dagger about five inches long in the blade. A Celtic Knot design is carved into the age hardened wood.
[No real enchantments. Siobhan prefers not to fight; but this isn't on account of pacifism, it's because she really can't fight very well.]
{Armor Information}
(Cloak Thuinn)
A dark blue, velvet cloak, clasped at the should by a small gold pin in the shape of a conch shell.
[Cloak Thuinn is named for Turfo Thuinn, or the Land Under the Waves, one of the Faerie Isles off the coast of Ireland. The cloak allows the wearer to swim as agilely as a seal and hold ones breath for unheard-of periods of time, all while staying nice and dry.]
{Accessory Information}
(Clauddagh)
A slender silver ring in the shape of two hands holding a crowned heart.
[No enchantments in the technical sense, but it reminds Siobhan of home and her mother who gave her the ring. It gives her heart when she needs it, and that is the real enchantment of the Clauddagh.]
{Physical Description}
Siobhan could be called Black Irish, with her almost-black hair and dark mossy green eyes. She has a fair complexion, being one of those lucky adolescents mostly free of acne. There is a smattering of freckles on her nose, though, as if someone flicked paint on it. This nose is, slightly, in Siobhan's disdainfully pronounced words, "like a beak", relatively long and relatively thin, with a slight hook. Ever-so-slightly crooked, too, from falling off the roof of a small cottage and breaking her nose once. Another souvenir of this childhood accident is a small scar on her upper lip. Her lips are otherwise nicely shaped and a pretty dark pinkish color. Clear eyes framed with long dark eyelashes gaze out from under straight brows and a proud, high forehead.
Siobhan is just about average height for her age, maybe a bit less. Longish legs and a neat figure are usually clothed in comfortable, yet sufficiently stylish clothing. A silver Celtic Knot band wraps around the cartilage of her left ear, and her dark curls are usually held back in one or two loose ponytails. No bangs; never. Any hair shorter than chin length is unmanageable in the humidity, and flips up instead of hanging down.
{Background}
Siobhan is the result of generation and generations of black sheep. Long before Saint Patrick converted Ireland, a group of Fae called the Tuatha De Danaan, and later the Daoine Sidhe, ruled the green land. I suppose you could call them a royal family, though I'm not sure it worked that way back then. But they, as with all dynasties, were eventually conquered by another group called the Melisians. Many of the Tuatha De Danaan were slaughtered, but one small band of survivors managed to run far away, throwing off their aristocratic airs and living wild, as most of the common Fae did, and still do. Unfortuanately for our heroes, Faeries are long-lived creatures, and even after many years the survivors never quite got used to the feral way of life. When humans started to appear in the wild domain of the Fae, with their cozy cottages and simple way of life, some of the Tuatha were drawn to this lifestyle. It was a far cry from their aristocratic past, but still they donned the wool and normality of the peasants.
After intermarrying with the humans, many of the descendants of this band forgot their heritage, but one line preserved the knowledge and raw natural power of the Fae blood. They called themselves the Informed. As the Catholic teaching of Saint Patrick rooted themselves deeper into the collective psyche of the Irish people, the Informed became strange, bizarre, even evil to the Uninformed. Many were burned as witches, and many had to flee to the four corners of the country. By this time the population of Informed ones was great, and they sought each other out so as not to dilute the Fae blood too much.
Many years passed in this way, until the Modern Era settle in and the belief in magic dwindled. The persecution of the Informed gradually slowed, then finally stopped. Here lifts the curtain, and one Siobhan McDermott is born to Maura McDermott in a hospital in Galway, March second, 1994.
Siobhan's father was a handsome man with whom Maura spent many happy months. He had told her he loved her, that he wanted to marry her, then disappeared the day after finding out he was to be a father. But Maura was not one to hold a grudge, and she found she loved her daughter ten times more than her good-for-nothing ex. After living with her mother and daughter in a small apartment in Galway for a year, she decided to open a hostel near the town of Doolin, on the West coast.
The little town of Doolin is very near the Cliffs of Moher, and rests on top of an expansive network of caves. This town is extremely small, consisting of three pubs, two gift shops, two music shops, one coffee shop, and a small plaza. Siobhan's home is just far West enough to not be considered part of the town. From the front porch of the renovated, two story stone house, you can see the small buildings of the main street. There were a few children living in town, and these were Siobhan's playmates.
Nicknamed 'Shuddy', Siobhan was an adventurous child, especially
loving to climb things. That was how she earned her broken nose and lip scar. She had a pleasant childhood, being home-schooled by her practical mother and whimsical grandmother, both wise in their way. She always loved being outside. She always felt a connection with nature, feeling that the wind was her special friend, and that trees were somehow a part of her. This life was as normal as it could be, save the guests who stayed at the hostel. You never saw the usual young backpacker with long beard and/or hair come through the hostel. There was always something slightly odd about the guests... but she could never put her finger on it.
One day, Siobhan woke up and walked into the McDermott women's private kitchen to find Maura and Nan arguing in hushed tones at the table. When she asked what was wrong, Maura replied, saying that they were sending her to school. At this, Nan laughed and proceeded to frankly explain Siobhan's lineage to her. As you may imagine, she had just a few questions.
And so, Maura sent her daughter to the Twilight Moon Academy, to enhance and harness the raw natural power handed to her through generations, the blood from the Tuatha De Danaan, the royal Fae.
{Personality}
Siobhan is... a prankster. She loves comedy at the expense of others, but is not necessarily mean. If something happened to one person and she laughed, she would laugh no matter if it was her, or anybody else. Needless to say, she has a wicked sense of humor that stretches beyond just practical jokes. Despite the small number of children in her vicinity growing up, Siobhan was always a friendly child, and still is. But, oh, does she have a temper! Why, if you double crossed her, even on the most trivial thing, you might have to watch yourself very carefully, on fear of losing your life to a small, fierce tempered little girl! But, truly, what bothers Siobhan the most is when people break promises, or act like hypocrites. And, though she understands the necessity of it sometimes, lying. Though, that third deed is not quite so unforgivable to her as the others.
She inherited her grandmother's whimsical dreaminess, and her mother's practicality, and that aids her very well in her studies. Her studies, in fact, were much different than that of most. Of course, she learned spelling, arithmatic, and the like, but added to that were things like 'Outlaws of South America', 'A detailed history of the Parsis', and 'Architecture in 19th Century Chile'. Seemingly random subjects, but nonetheless interesting ones. But her grandmother and mother never ventured to teach her magic of any kind. No, they were saving that until they could find a suitable institute, for they sensed a great store of power in Siobhan's veins, and they did not want to risk causing an imbalance in the natural order of things by teaching her, if that sort of thing were possible (and, of course, everyone knows anything is possible when dealing with magic). This interesting but very non-magical curriculum gave Siobhan a thirst for learning, about anything and everything. She showed to be clever in both her studies and the ways of the real world, when put out into it to find the academy.
Feet planted firmly in the ground, but her head in the clouds, a more or less normal life behind, a far from normal life ahead, Siobhan had, and still has, many contrasts.
{Sorry about the length of it all! I couldn't help myself when I got to describing the Tuatha De Danaan... and everything else, for that matter.}
Pineapple, or Peine' Ull
{Thought the sloppily translated Gaelic would add a nice touch... though it technically says Pine, as in the tree, apple. Couldn't find a translation for Pineapple...}
Age: 15 years
Date of Birth: March 2, 1994
Homelands: County Claire, near the town of Doolin on the West coast of Ireland.
Race: Human/Fae
Class: Druid
Final: Vertigo
The result of this attack is that any of Siobhan enemies feel a profound sense of falling of a steep cliff. They lose sight, so their eyes can't betray the truth to them, and they even feel the pain of impact. Or, at least, they think they do. It's all in their mind, you see, and this is quite ridiculous and amusing to watch, as whoever this is directed to (and this can apply to more than one person at once) sort of falls over spontaneously, then after a bit of writhing on the ground, lays still, thinking they are dead. The effect of this lasts a few minutes, giving whoever it is an opportunity to attack without being accosted. But it won't be Siobhan finishing her enemies off, for she gets the same treatment they do. In order to push her enemies off the proverbial cliff, she too must jump. So this is not a very practical attack unless you have friends nearby.
{Weapon Information}
(Sharp Dagger)
A sharp dagger about five inches long in the blade. A Celtic Knot design is carved into the age hardened wood.
[No real enchantments. Siobhan prefers not to fight; but this isn't on account of pacifism, it's because she really can't fight very well.]
{Armor Information}
(Cloak Thuinn)
A dark blue, velvet cloak, clasped at the should by a small gold pin in the shape of a conch shell.
[Cloak Thuinn is named for Turfo Thuinn, or the Land Under the Waves, one of the Faerie Isles off the coast of Ireland. The cloak allows the wearer to swim as agilely as a seal and hold ones breath for unheard-of periods of time, all while staying nice and dry.]
{Accessory Information}
(Clauddagh)
A slender silver ring in the shape of two hands holding a crowned heart.
[No enchantments in the technical sense, but it reminds Siobhan of home and her mother who gave her the ring. It gives her heart when she needs it, and that is the real enchantment of the Clauddagh.]
{Physical Description}
Siobhan could be called Black Irish, with her almost-black hair and dark mossy green eyes. She has a fair complexion, being one of those lucky adolescents mostly free of acne. There is a smattering of freckles on her nose, though, as if someone flicked paint on it. This nose is, slightly, in Siobhan's disdainfully pronounced words, "like a beak", relatively long and relatively thin, with a slight hook. Ever-so-slightly crooked, too, from falling off the roof of a small cottage and breaking her nose once. Another souvenir of this childhood accident is a small scar on her upper lip. Her lips are otherwise nicely shaped and a pretty dark pinkish color. Clear eyes framed with long dark eyelashes gaze out from under straight brows and a proud, high forehead.
Siobhan is just about average height for her age, maybe a bit less. Longish legs and a neat figure are usually clothed in comfortable, yet sufficiently stylish clothing. A silver Celtic Knot band wraps around the cartilage of her left ear, and her dark curls are usually held back in one or two loose ponytails. No bangs; never. Any hair shorter than chin length is unmanageable in the humidity, and flips up instead of hanging down.
{Background}
Siobhan is the result of generation and generations of black sheep. Long before Saint Patrick converted Ireland, a group of Fae called the Tuatha De Danaan, and later the Daoine Sidhe, ruled the green land. I suppose you could call them a royal family, though I'm not sure it worked that way back then. But they, as with all dynasties, were eventually conquered by another group called the Melisians. Many of the Tuatha De Danaan were slaughtered, but one small band of survivors managed to run far away, throwing off their aristocratic airs and living wild, as most of the common Fae did, and still do. Unfortuanately for our heroes, Faeries are long-lived creatures, and even after many years the survivors never quite got used to the feral way of life. When humans started to appear in the wild domain of the Fae, with their cozy cottages and simple way of life, some of the Tuatha were drawn to this lifestyle. It was a far cry from their aristocratic past, but still they donned the wool and normality of the peasants.
After intermarrying with the humans, many of the descendants of this band forgot their heritage, but one line preserved the knowledge and raw natural power of the Fae blood. They called themselves the Informed. As the Catholic teaching of Saint Patrick rooted themselves deeper into the collective psyche of the Irish people, the Informed became strange, bizarre, even evil to the Uninformed. Many were burned as witches, and many had to flee to the four corners of the country. By this time the population of Informed ones was great, and they sought each other out so as not to dilute the Fae blood too much.
Many years passed in this way, until the Modern Era settle in and the belief in magic dwindled. The persecution of the Informed gradually slowed, then finally stopped. Here lifts the curtain, and one Siobhan McDermott is born to Maura McDermott in a hospital in Galway, March second, 1994.
Siobhan's father was a handsome man with whom Maura spent many happy months. He had told her he loved her, that he wanted to marry her, then disappeared the day after finding out he was to be a father. But Maura was not one to hold a grudge, and she found she loved her daughter ten times more than her good-for-nothing ex. After living with her mother and daughter in a small apartment in Galway for a year, she decided to open a hostel near the town of Doolin, on the West coast.
The little town of Doolin is very near the Cliffs of Moher, and rests on top of an expansive network of caves. This town is extremely small, consisting of three pubs, two gift shops, two music shops, one coffee shop, and a small plaza. Siobhan's home is just far West enough to not be considered part of the town. From the front porch of the renovated, two story stone house, you can see the small buildings of the main street. There were a few children living in town, and these were Siobhan's playmates.
Nicknamed 'Shuddy', Siobhan was an adventurous child, especially
loving to climb things. That was how she earned her broken nose and lip scar. She had a pleasant childhood, being home-schooled by her practical mother and whimsical grandmother, both wise in their way. She always loved being outside. She always felt a connection with nature, feeling that the wind was her special friend, and that trees were somehow a part of her. This life was as normal as it could be, save the guests who stayed at the hostel. You never saw the usual young backpacker with long beard and/or hair come through the hostel. There was always something slightly odd about the guests... but she could never put her finger on it.
One day, Siobhan woke up and walked into the McDermott women's private kitchen to find Maura and Nan arguing in hushed tones at the table. When she asked what was wrong, Maura replied, saying that they were sending her to school. At this, Nan laughed and proceeded to frankly explain Siobhan's lineage to her. As you may imagine, she had just a few questions.
And so, Maura sent her daughter to the Twilight Moon Academy, to enhance and harness the raw natural power handed to her through generations, the blood from the Tuatha De Danaan, the royal Fae.
{Personality}
Siobhan is... a prankster. She loves comedy at the expense of others, but is not necessarily mean. If something happened to one person and she laughed, she would laugh no matter if it was her, or anybody else. Needless to say, she has a wicked sense of humor that stretches beyond just practical jokes. Despite the small number of children in her vicinity growing up, Siobhan was always a friendly child, and still is. But, oh, does she have a temper! Why, if you double crossed her, even on the most trivial thing, you might have to watch yourself very carefully, on fear of losing your life to a small, fierce tempered little girl! But, truly, what bothers Siobhan the most is when people break promises, or act like hypocrites. And, though she understands the necessity of it sometimes, lying. Though, that third deed is not quite so unforgivable to her as the others.
She inherited her grandmother's whimsical dreaminess, and her mother's practicality, and that aids her very well in her studies. Her studies, in fact, were much different than that of most. Of course, she learned spelling, arithmatic, and the like, but added to that were things like 'Outlaws of South America', 'A detailed history of the Parsis', and 'Architecture in 19th Century Chile'. Seemingly random subjects, but nonetheless interesting ones. But her grandmother and mother never ventured to teach her magic of any kind. No, they were saving that until they could find a suitable institute, for they sensed a great store of power in Siobhan's veins, and they did not want to risk causing an imbalance in the natural order of things by teaching her, if that sort of thing were possible (and, of course, everyone knows anything is possible when dealing with magic). This interesting but very non-magical curriculum gave Siobhan a thirst for learning, about anything and everything. She showed to be clever in both her studies and the ways of the real world, when put out into it to find the academy.
Feet planted firmly in the ground, but her head in the clouds, a more or less normal life behind, a far from normal life ahead, Siobhan had, and still has, many contrasts.
{Sorry about the length of it all! I couldn't help myself when I got to describing the Tuatha De Danaan... and everything else, for that matter.}
Pineapple, or Peine' Ull
{Thought the sloppily translated Gaelic would add a nice touch... though it technically says Pine, as in the tree, apple. Couldn't find a translation for Pineapple...}
