Post by Doina Of The Dullahan on Jun 5, 2011 15:55:01 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Character Name
Nation ► Romania
Human Name ► Doina
Age ► Early twenties to late teens psychically, however, in reality is actually 756 years of age.
Gender ► Female
Species ► Dullahan
Description ► (Can be a picture or words. However, if you choose to give us a written description, we expect at least two paragraphs. A paragraph includes five to seven sentences.)
He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ►
- Mischief
- Dancing
- Terrorizing
- Punishing those who show her disrespect
- Hunting
- Blood and human remains to make things out of - whips, carriages, decorations, there's no limit to the things you can make when one is human remains!
- Romanian culture
- Lies
Dislikes ►
- Gold
- Being repressed or told what to do by those idiotic humans
- Whiners
- lies
- Iron
- Being watched when running errands - it's rude
- Salt
Strengths ►
- Glamour -- there's nothing like messing around with human's heads with the help of her magic. Not only it one of the few types Doina's good at, it's /entertaining and fun as hell/.
- Pride -- as a member of the 'Fair Folk' it isn't a shock to find that Doina is /extremely/ proud, almost to a fault. However, this also makes her strive to fulfill any bargain she's made, be it with a human or fae.
- Creativity -- Hey, it takes some thinking to make a wagon purely out of things one finds in a graveyard and funeral homes -- and the occasional human corpse.
- Death -- Doina was born from death, and death she warns others of -- she feeds on that special energy the dead bring, and often brings death to unsuspecting humans that are near her. It keeps her alive and kickin'.
Weaknesses ►
Iron -- it burns and itches and chaffs like a bitch -- not to mention it bars (or did bar her -- she can't exactly do it now under her temporary 'owner's watch) from switching out changelings and human children.
- Gold -- it's shiny and icky and scary!
- Trying to be blocked of her path -- So you're running errands, right? And you come across all these icky gates and locks and trees! How rude! It's like these silly humans don't want to be warned about when they're dying.
- Her Head -- Although Doina can get around just fine without a head, it IS a bit ...more then just /concerning/ to have it taken away. When it is, she's as helpless as a normal human child, and for a fae, that just means bad news and plots for revenges.
Dreams ►
- To meet more of her old troop again -- she misses her old friends and 'relatives' dearly.
- To be free -- Aaahhh, freedom! Who /wouldn't/ want to be free of a cage of gold and iron?
- To try to eat human food -- after all, humans seem to enjoy the passtime of stuffing their faces, and the smells that the give off are...delicious. To say the least.
- Learn English or Swiss-German -- it's rather confusing, not being able to understand what those silly humans say, so why not try to learn? However, it seems that they think she's too stupid or unable to speak and never bother to teach or even speak with her directly.
Fears ►
- A cruel master -- she's seen how some of the humans treat their slaves, and for once Doina was /afraid/ of humans. If they were to take her head away...well then that'd be the end of her for sure!
- Being forced outside -- then her face would REALLY look like moldy cheese!
- Slavery -- Come on broski, atleast let her be a house pet! Doina...isn't cut out for human housework. She doesn't understand it, being of a nomadic folk with very little needs.
- Being kept in one place for too long -- Following with the above, being on the move her whole (after)life is something Doina loves and is used to, and she hates how she is cooped up nowadays.
Personality ►
Outside, Doina comes off as a bold, confident and seasoned member of the fae, whose face (despite legends of Dullahan's faces resembling old cheese, it isn't true
Though she is aware of this habit, she still pushes on, because hell, its fun and entertaining! She often doesn't take the things she says to heart (or what other's say, for that matter), and therefore will come off as vapid or vainly cruel. However, Doina feels very strongly for what she believes in and clings desperately to her possessions and independence; she'll fight tooth and nail in order to preserve these. Despite this, however people often think her flaky and her eccentrics often put people out more often then not.
Once one gets used to her though and vice versa, Doina tends to calm down, turning out to to be more or less an actually deeply sincere, if not unintentionally cruel fae. She simply cannot understand most human emotions and social costumes is all. Humans are completely and utterly alien to her. However, don't expect her oddities or her sharp tongue to lessen one bit. If Doina wants a job done, she demands it's done right the first time. No' ifs', 'ands' or 'buts'. However, when the going gets tough, Doina is willing to buckle down and adapt to the situation. She has a lot of pride and self-preservation based motivations; these two major traits often conflict with each other, and it causes some pretty messy situations for her.
History ► Doina isn't too sure /what/ she was born from, or who even named her, but she does know that she was raised up in a bit of a ...gypsy-esque tribe of Dullahan in a remote region of Romania. This is where Doina was raised, and lived among them for centuries, learning the teachings and trade of the fae, and living in relative peace. They hunted and lived in small graveyards, scrounging and building from the remains of humans and living rather well. Eventually, however, with the human's advancing on land and making it harder for the Dullahan to move in packs, they broke up into individual persons, and that left Doina traveling Romania alone, carrying out her errands as a warning to humans and collecting the blood of the damned and dead.
It wasn't until one day, when Doina was chasing after a rather determined human who refused to be bathed in his own blood, that she was captured by a group of hunters, where she was then put up on the market. However, with Dullahans being a rather mysterious sect of the fae, there was little known to contain her then gold cuffs on her hands and ankles, and, of course, an iron cross 'round her neck. And so, Doina was bounced around several black markets, with each of her 'salesmen' dying mysteriously shortly after, with only a brave few taking her into their stock now. This how she ended up in the Swiss market, thoroughly miserable, but also taking glee in how the humans stare at her with wide eyed curiosity -- and oh how fun it was to flick a little blood at them and send them screaming!
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
It was a silent night in the mountains of Romania. A crisp, dry night that made one feel alive with it's refreshing coolness as compared to the sweltering summer heat. However, none of that effected the lone wagon that hurtled down a dusty, beaten road. At first glance, one would just assume it was just a farmer running very, very late from returning to the markets. But, /but/, if you were to look again, and focus your eyes hard on that distant figure, you'd surely notice it. How the spokes were the oddest, oddest gray; like they were ones pristine and white but were now covered in mud and muck. How the wagon's brightly decorated cover was moth eaten beyond repair, and strangely resembled the largest and most luxurious pall one could find -- or steal.
However, what was the most curious of the lone rider was the fact that it looked to be /headless/, and, better yet, wielding a fleshy cord, which, at a single moment, faded into an ordinary looking whip and, terrifyingly enough, a human spinal column. And at that strange, headless rider's side, sat a parcel of sorts, warped snugly in a wool blanket, with only a small speck of what looked like a human face peering out of a moth eaten hole. And so the horsewoman rode, and rode, until the moon was high in the sky and sparkling with innocent intent.
It was only then that the ghostly figure pulled over to a tiny hunt, and before the rider even stepped from her seat, the tightly latched gate and front door seemingly unlocked themselves, swinging open for the headless fae. A small thud came inside, and as a young man poked his head out, curious as to why his door was wide open in the middle of the night and why he heard his name being screamed from outside, when he and his family, were all in their beds, when a rain of thick, half-clotted blood splashed him promptly on the face. And as soon as the man blinked and sputtered in horror, he saw the fae, holding a sopping, leaky bucket that once contained blood, and, although he could not see her face, it was evident that the fae was in evident glee. With a violent lurch he spasmed and ran back into his home where the fae could not go directly, and the, well, the fae was already gone, her bucket safely tucked away to refill, and riding on to another errand, the bodiless head's mouth whispering, ever so softly, a lullaby to put those restless souls she cries out for and cleanses to sleep.
However, what was the most curious of the lone rider was the fact that it looked to be /headless/, and, better yet, wielding a fleshy cord, which, at a single moment, faded into an ordinary looking whip and, terrifyingly enough, a human spinal column. And at that strange, headless rider's side, sat a parcel of sorts, warped snugly in a wool blanket, with only a small speck of what looked like a human face peering out of a moth eaten hole. And so the horsewoman rode, and rode, until the moon was high in the sky and sparkling with innocent intent.
It was only then that the ghostly figure pulled over to a tiny hunt, and before the rider even stepped from her seat, the tightly latched gate and front door seemingly unlocked themselves, swinging open for the headless fae. A small thud came inside, and as a young man poked his head out, curious as to why his door was wide open in the middle of the night and why he heard his name being screamed from outside, when he and his family, were all in their beds, when a rain of thick, half-clotted blood splashed him promptly on the face. And as soon as the man blinked and sputtered in horror, he saw the fae, holding a sopping, leaky bucket that once contained blood, and, although he could not see her face, it was evident that the fae was in evident glee. With a violent lurch he spasmed and ran back into his home where the fae could not go directly, and the, well, the fae was already gone, her bucket safely tucked away to refill, and riding on to another errand, the bodiless head's mouth whispering, ever so softly, a lullaby to put those restless souls she cries out for and cleanses to sleep.
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Alias ► Nicky
Time Zone ► EST
Contact Method ► Here, or my e-mail, and skype: SchnitzelBear
Favorite Pairings ► RomaniaXAnyone -- if the pairing makes sense either personality wise or relations wise, i'll ship it. However; i will not ship Romania/Hungary. Ever.
World/World, man <3
VANILLA.
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