Post by Tara O'Coughlan on Jun 8, 2011 14:07:42 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Character Name
Nation ► The Republic of Ireland
Human Name ► Tara O' Coughlan [Temair Ó Cochláin when she was much younger]
Age ► Appears ito be in her mid to late twenties; by her count is well over 1,000, since she stopped counting years ago
Gender ► Female
Species ► One of the three Morrígna
Description ►
She doesn't know which one of her seals is doing it, but it has caused her to be unable to open her left eye and her right eye's color has turned green.
He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ► (Four at least.)
- Whiskey; Tara loves her whiskey. And she can hold it just as well. She could drink any other the other Fae under the table.
- Her Sadistic Tendancies; She like inflicting pain and suffering. It was a dark side of her. But it was that which made her feared.
- Her 'Hunger' Being Sated; She had a bloodlust. And she loved it. Nothing felt better to her than having her hunger fulfilled.
- Fighting/Brawling; Tara liked a good fist fight. And she would jump into any scuffle as quick as you could say 'go'.
Dislikes ► (Four at least.)
- Being lied To; Tara isn't stupid. And there are few things that gain her ire more than those who lie to her when she knows that which to be false.
- Being seperated from her 'sisters'; There was no one more important to Tara than her sisters. Whether they are of the same blood as her is one thing debated among those who have tried to study her and her history. Only one thing is really known, that Tara and the other two are at their strongest together. But Tara is unsure whether they are still alive or not.
- Her Bonds; When Tara was taken into captivity to be sold, she was also made to wear a choker with a raven pendant on it, a sort of insult to injury, a ring on her right hand, a set earrings and a bracelet.
- Her Captures; Those she was in the posession of consistantly made sure she knew she isn't the fierce creature of legend she once was. Some of the more sadistic guards her current like to hit her or touch her because she can't defend herself.
Strengths ► (Four at least.)
- Close Combat; She often carried carried two short spears or even a scythe in combat and she knew how to use them. She favored her spears and scythe but she also worked well with her sword or fists.
- Shape Shifting; Tara and her sisters could take several forms. They could be seen as a Raven or a Wolf, or a Bean Sidhe or the Washer At The Ford, or even an old hag. They used their ability of shapeshifting to test the heroes of the humans.
- High Pain Tolerence; When Tara fought, the pain she experienced whilst fighting made her cackle and swing with a more wild abandon. But the pain she recieves from the cruelty of her guards leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. But she can take their beatings with a sneer whilst they observe all the same.
- Magic; Tara had magic that could allow her to foretell the deaths of those in a battle. Her and her sisters also had a command of the element of water. As they were known to makes mists to hide the Fae Armies and use ponds or rivers as portals to other locations. It was their use of magic that made human heroes seek one of their favor in hopes that they would become king.
Weaknesses ► (Four at least.)
- Being seperated from her 'sisters'; Tara is weakened considerably because she is not a whole being. If she could get rid of her 'master', the brand would fade away and she could search for them. But as she is now, all she can do is obey his wishes.
- Being 'Hungry'; Tara has an undeniable thirst for human blood. Her and her sister's were known to collect their trophies from the dead and it was also said that they fed upon them at this time.
- Her Bonds; It keeps her from turning on her captures. If she doesn't obey, they activate sending a shockwave through her and causes her muscles to lock. Painful, to watch, even more so to feel.
- Emotions; Though she tries to keep a hardened facade, she really has a hard time sometimes seeming as though she doesn't care. She never quite grasped the notion of not letting those around you bother you. And when she is sure she is alone, she sometimes weeps. Whether it is for her sisters, or for the one who broke her heart.
Dreams ►
- To Be Free; What she wants more than almost anything. To be free of the humans grasp.
- To Be Reunited With Her Sisters; If she were to have her sister's back, she would not care if she were free.
- Revenge; She would like to see those who have made her suffer since capture pay with their blood.
- To Be Able To Fight As She Once Did; Tara wishes she could fight again. At times with neat precision, other times with wild abandon.
Fears ► (Four at least.)
- Her Sisters Being Dead; Her worst nightmare. The only thing that plagues this nightmare harbingers sleep, is the thought of never seeing them again.
- Dying Without Finding Freedom; She does not want to die in captivity. What proud creature would?
- Spiders; For being the cause of many people's nightmares, she is quite peculiar. She has an unearthly fear of aracnids.
- People Other Than Her Sister's; No matter how tough she might try to act. She doesn't like being around lots of people. It is also one of the things she hates about being in captivity. Too many people.
Personality ►
Tara was at one time a fiery tempered, strong willed, warrior woman. But time and humanity has been cruel to the woman, all but breaking her pride. She once held herself with an elegant refinement off the battlefield and a frenzied bloodlust on. But she still has her hot-headed nature, but she has had to keep it subdued and stifled. At times her temperment is unpredicatable and wild and at other times she is quiet and focused. Since she has been in captivity the only part of herself that she shows is her contempt and malice for those who have done her wrong.
If you ever happen to get on her bad side, you better pray to whatever gods you have right then because you may not live to get another chance to. Tara show her malice often through her fists versus her mouth.
Tara will still insult those around her and threaten them. It is mostly because of the hunger in her becoming stronger so that she cannot fight it well. When the hunger takes over, she is a creature of the hunger. And she will not stop her frenzy until her hunger has been sated.
She has a quick wit about her and will throw any comeback you have back at you with more force than you can handle often times. Getting in a verbal fight with her, you may have just bit off more than you could chew.
Tara has a soft side. It was that, that made her fall in love. But she buried it deep within her because her heart was broken. She doesn't let anyone near her and hasn't for many years. She sometimes wonders if she ever will. But then she cackles and spits on someone who happens past her at the time. Causing her to remember what she truly is. An omen of death of despair, and a vessel of all things dark and those things associated with it.
She has a playful side that is often only seen by her sisters in forms of playful teasing or sometimes light punches. To others, her teasing might come off as harsh insults, but they know each other well enough to know that they're not.
History ►
Tara is a sister of the Morrigna. The Morrigna are a kind of Valkyrie of the Irish folklore. They stalked battlefields in the form a warrior women or ravens and chose those whom would not survive the fight. When fighting was over the dead would be left whilst they collected their trophys [heads] and fed. They were also sorceresses of sorts, casting illusions to trick humans. Humans would see them as beautiful young women, old crones, or animals on occasion. They were faeries of darkness and death. But were also creatures of allure and beauty. They were often seen oas omens of death. And were sometimes known as the washer at the ford, for they would wash the armor and arms of those who were to die in battle. When a human would approach and ask who it belonged to, she would reveal it to be thiers. The Morrigna were incredibly fierce fighters as well as confident sorceresses.
Ever since she could recall, Tara had been close with only two other's; those she called her sister's. Humanity called them by different names, those not their own. Tara was called Macha and her two sister's were referred to as Babh and Nemain. Humanity, since they had shape shifting abilities, often saw them as the same entity, since only one was usually seen at one time. They eventually became known as The Morrigan, and when the Tuatha De Danann were at war and all three were seen at the same time; the Morrigna. Tara loved her sister's and together they were their most powerful.
Tara spent her fondest time on the battlefield. She predicted the deaths of the soldiers who would die, and smiled upon those who curried her favor with their killing in the name of The Sisters. She revelled in their fear and her own powers were made stronger by it. And though Tara enjoyed the fear of the weaker humans, she did not like being seen as some sort of higer diety along with her sister Morrigna. But she did enjoy the fact the, after causing the soldiers on the side she favored into a battle frenzy, they would leave the corpses on the field over night so that her and her sisters could collect the heads as trophys. And they could feed on what remained.
The human world saw her and her fellow Tuatha De Danann [Children of Danu; The Faerie Folk] as higher deities, but they were only Faerie's, blessed with magic, some fiercer than others. Because the fae folk were not all the happy portrayals of modern media. They aways looked peculiarly at the human need to worship something greater than themselves or that they did not completly understand.
Tara always enjoyed Samhain or halloween. It was one of the only times she wasn't a focused creature of battle. She became quite sweet tempered and was even thought to be 'alluring' on that holiday in her youth. And it was on one Samhain she fell in love with one of the Tuatha De Danann called Dagdha. Dagdha and her were married on a Samhain sometime later. Though after being married a while, she found Dagdha was not faithful to her and she took her leave from him. Ever since then Tara took very little interest in finding another. But she did weep on her own when she heard that Dagdha was killed.
It was soon after that the rest of the Tuatha De Danann and the three sisters began to sink into the shadows of myth. And Tara's bloodlust went unfulfilled most of the time. When they were all but a figment of the imagination, Tara could not help but attack the ever occasional traveler unlucky enough to cross her path, so she would not go mad with hunger.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
The Irish woman danced her fingers along the spines of a row of books on the shelf. The room had quite an impressive collection of history books, including the book she had been published in for the last dig site she had been on. Her lips formed a wry smile as she took the book out and flipped through the pages to the section her writings were in. The chaper entitled, 'Anthoplogical Discoveries In Archaeology' and to the sub-heading 'Similarities and Contrasts in the Celtic Peoples'. It was a section on how, the Celtic tribes were united. So many people's, so many ways of living, yet they were united under the Celtic name with a common religion or belief. Yes, they had their squabbles, but they took care of their issues themselves, and when it came to food goods, they took what they needed and only from those who had enough to spare. Tara believed that the Celtic peoples were too vast and different to all be grouped under the same title Celtic. But she also believed as long as they kept to themselves and never let the outside world in, they would be viewed the same no matter what. And she had studied several bone samples from different part's of Europe, to compare them. And that was her report, the findings she had made, written and eventually published.
There it was before her, something she had spent a solid two years on site doing, layed out in black and white. It didn't seem as accomplished as it had to her before. She sighed and layed the book down on her desk, still open the the section she had written. Tara cast her eyes to the window and she surveyed the campus of the school she just started working at. She had been looking around her new office, putting some of her things in the desk, and looking at classroom resources. The tall woman leaned against the wall next to the window and watched the scene splayed out. She watched the students, the small wildlife that scurried about, and she watched those not in the school uniform, undetermindly staff members. She hadn't met any of the other staff yet, she had a room to herself at the moment, so she hadn't met even one at that point. She was so detatched felling, the only person she knew on the campus at the current moment, was her youngest brother Arthur, whom was a student.
Tara sighed and went over to the box she brought with her. The most important object she pulled from the box carefully. A new bottle of Jameson's Irish Whiskey, and a set of waterford whiskey tumblers and cask. She looked at them fondly and set them in a cabinet behind her desk. The other part of the set was safely locked away in her room, leaving only two in her office, with only one bottle of her most dearest love, the sweet bitch alcohol. She curled her lips into a devious smile. "Ah, one glass wunnae hurt tah have roight now...." She whispered out loud as she went back to the cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey and sat back in her chair, sipping the golden liquid, even though it was warm, she didn't mind.
Tara was too absorbed in savoring the taste of her drink, that she didn't hear the soft knock on the door of her office.
There it was before her, something she had spent a solid two years on site doing, layed out in black and white. It didn't seem as accomplished as it had to her before. She sighed and layed the book down on her desk, still open the the section she had written. Tara cast her eyes to the window and she surveyed the campus of the school she just started working at. She had been looking around her new office, putting some of her things in the desk, and looking at classroom resources. The tall woman leaned against the wall next to the window and watched the scene splayed out. She watched the students, the small wildlife that scurried about, and she watched those not in the school uniform, undetermindly staff members. She hadn't met any of the other staff yet, she had a room to herself at the moment, so she hadn't met even one at that point. She was so detatched felling, the only person she knew on the campus at the current moment, was her youngest brother Arthur, whom was a student.
Tara sighed and went over to the box she brought with her. The most important object she pulled from the box carefully. A new bottle of Jameson's Irish Whiskey, and a set of waterford whiskey tumblers and cask. She looked at them fondly and set them in a cabinet behind her desk. The other part of the set was safely locked away in her room, leaving only two in her office, with only one bottle of her most dearest love, the sweet bitch alcohol. She curled her lips into a devious smile. "Ah, one glass wunnae hurt tah have roight now...." She whispered out loud as she went back to the cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey and sat back in her chair, sipping the golden liquid, even though it was warm, she didn't mind.
Tara was too absorbed in savoring the taste of her drink, that she didn't hear the soft knock on the door of her office.
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