Post by Morrighan Anu on Sept 6, 2012 20:02:11 GMT -5
Morrighan Anu
FULL NAME Morrighan Anu [Birth; Teamhair NiConchobar; Tara O'Connor]
NICKNAMES Siren, Red, Ginger, Blood, Oirish, Morri, Mora, Morgana
GENDER Female
AGE 24
ETHNICITY Irish
NATION OF ORIGIN Gallia
WEAPON OF CHOICE Cutlass and Dagger [and when they go to port, she won't take her blades, she will only take her shillelagh.]
WHAT SHIP ARE THEY ON?[/b] The Nox
WHAT IS THEIR POSITION?[/b] First Mate
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES
+Alcohol; The young woman has the tolerance of a man over twice her size, and her favorite poison, being the sweet bitch whiskey.
+Fighting; The young woman has a compulsive desire to brawl once she has had a good deal of alcohol. And while she only likes to fist fight for fun, she gets excited whenever blood is spilled.
+The Sea; A natural given, given her choice of profession. Nothing lets her enjoy the open sea more than a life aboard a pirate vessel.
+Traditional Music; When her father would take her into the city, she loved the street musicians. She begged her father for an instrument like theirs so that she could play the traditional music of their country.
+Storms; While most sailors dread a storm on the open ocean, she adores one. Nothing makes you feel more alive than almost dying, she says. She will brave climbing the mast up to the crow's nest, to take in the full thrill. She has also received a number of broken bones from such actions.
+Pain; Before she found her love of the sea, she led a very boring life as a nobleman's daughter. She felt nothing for life or living. Living the hard life of a sailor now, she experiences pain every day. The salt air and that pain is what lets her know she is alive and living her dream.
+Her Captain and ship crew; Her captain gave her the opportunity to leave the shackled confines of a boring noble's life. And she has ever been grateful to the other woman for it. She has a soft spot for the rest of the crew and she enjoys putting them back in their place if they get out of hand.
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES
-Authority Figures; While she very much likes her captain, she doesn¡¦t care for any other's that try to tell her what to do. Including any other Captain's in the fleet.
-All the Rum being gone; ALL OF IT!? HOW DID WE RUN OUT!? This applies to any sort of alcoholic drink. She doesn't discriminate against any good booze. She loves blondes [vodka and clear liquors], red heads [whiskey and other red toned liquors], and brunettes [dark rum and other dark liquors].
-Idiots; She really hates those dumb enough to talk back to her, or especially the Captain.
-The Navy; She wants nothing more than to be free and do what she wills. And because of the life she chose, nothing is a threat to it more, than the Navy.
-Nobility; As she was raised, she finds noble life stuffy and pretentious and she can't stand it. When she has the chance, she likes to kick their ego's down a few notches.
-The Sun; Being of a fair complexion, she dislikes the sun quite a lot. She wears a wide brimmed hat to keep the sun from burning her face too much.
FEARS
X Being executed; She enjoys her life too much as it to want to be executed. She fears having her life ended before its time. She does everything she can to keep it from happening.
X Losing someone she cares about; There are few people in the world that Morrighan has any positive feelings for. But if something were to happen to any of those people, she wouldn¡¦t know how to handle it.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES/HABITS
- She has a lovely singing voice that has earned her the nickname Siren, amongst the crew. She has been known, when in a particularly dark mood, to sing a dirge before and during, taking care of a poor fool who happened to earn her ire.
- She is always smiling, in one form or another. Sometimes her smile comes off as sweet and comforting other times it comes off incredibly unnerving. Coupled with her pale green eyes, she can be quite something to look at.
- She has a shillelagh cudgel that she always has strapped at her hip. The knob of the cudgel has been hollowed out and filled with molten iron and capped to hide the loaded head.
GOALS At least two
- To get vengeance; under her tough exterior, lies the broken heart of a love unrequited. She wants vengeance for the love she never was able to tell.
- To remain free and happy, living the life she loves, on the ship she loves, with the crew she....tolerates. But sometimes they're good fella's too.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Morrighan is at times a hot-tempered woman with a big axe to grind. Her height and build can be quite intimidating when she wants it to be. The majority of the time her anger is fueled by someone making the mistake of speaking to her chest instead of to her face, she hates that more than just about anything else. That doesn't make Morrighan a happy lady. Morrighan herself standing almost six feet in height, leaves quite a few people at the perfect height to anger her, so many who know her are careful not to stoke the fires of her ire.
But most of the time Morrighan is a sweet tempered young woman, who likes to use typical insults, as terms of endearment. If she calls you a 'fecker' or 'dirteh basthard', it isn't usually a bad thing. She typically will say it with a sweet smile across her features and a small giggle following. Though she is quite sweet, she is also sarcastic and at times a pervert. She is intelligent and can sometimes get a wild hair and use word-play to confuse those she interacts with. She enjoys doing this with someone intelligent enough to do so back; initiating a strange game of sorts.
-Hot-headed; she is incredibly foul tempered when she comes across someone she finds irritating. She is very easy to anger and can hold a grudge for a long time. She will make your life miserable if she decides it will amuse her. Once she gets worked up, it takes a long time for her to cool off, or results in someone getting their ass beat to satisfy her.
-loyal; she is fiercely loyal to those she deems worthy. She would die for anybody she considered a friend or worth her devotion.
-venomous; she will cast an insult as quick as you please, but she also uses some insults with a lighthearted tone meant to be terms of endearment to those that are close to her. But if her tone isn¡¦t edged with a mischievous tone, chances are, she¡¦s upset.
-Sweet-mannered; to those she is close to, she lets her guards down. She is only real with people she can trust. And there aren¡¦t many in her life that she does trust. The only person she really trusts currently is her Captain.
-adventurous; she will always throw herself into danger if in the name of adventure. She will haphazardly put herself in harm¡¦s way in the name of a good thrill. She seeks adventure and danger to make her feel alive.
-Charming; believe it or not, Morrighan can be incredibly charming if she finds you attractive. She will start with small complements and become more and more blatant if she really want the object of her attention. This is also were her perviness shines through, loving to make the subject turn red whenever possible.
BACKSTORY/HISTORY
Morrighan was born Tara O'Connor, the eldest and only girl in a family of well-to-do¡¦s and aristocrat¡¦s. Her father James [Seamus] was the son of an old line of nobles. Her mother, Mary [Mairead] was the daughter of an old distillery owner, known throughout the world as one of the greatest producers of Whiskey. She had a couple of younger brothers whom she helped look after. Tara even from a young age, she didn¡'t like acting the part of a young lady. She was always more of a tomboy, trying to roughhouse with her brothers and always coming out on top in a scrap.
From a young age, her parents realized her potential to be an amazing musician. Any instrument she picked up, she learned with relative ease and when she would sing, it would come out clear and beautiful. They thought her a prodigy, but her focus for the skills was lacking due to her wild nature.
Her father and mother sent her, at the age of 16, to an all-girls boarding school for the fine arts and opera, to try and calm down her fiery streak. During her stay at the school she fell in love with one of the other students; a pretty young girl in Tara¡¦s class with the voice of an angel. Tara practiced even harder to keep in the same class as the girl. She admired the girl from afar, never telling the girl how she felt. One evening the girls snuck out of their dorm and went out into the city to have some fun. When they all returned to the dorm, the girl wasn¡¦t with them. The rest of the girls panicked and ran to their rooms while Tara went to look for her.
Tara searched and searched. And when she almost gave up and returned back to the dorm, the sun beginning to rise, she found the girl, brutally murdered in the gutter. Tara cried out and a passing police officer heard her cries and went to investigate. The girl was taken to the coroner, while Tara was taken back to the school. The autopsy came back that she had been the newest victim of a known serial killer, who viciously raped and stabbed his victims to death. With the girls blood on Tara¡¦s hands she silently swore to find the killer.
The teachers worried over Tara and sent word to her parents who soon after brought her home. But Tara wasn¡¦t the same again. A couple weeks later, Tara ran away from home and turned away from her noble upbringing. She took a new name and never looked back, continuing to look towards vengeance for her unrequited love.
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 chapter entitled, 'Anthological 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 peoples, so many ways of living, yet they were united under the Celtic name with a common religion system 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 parts 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, laid out in black and white. It didn't seem as accomplished as it had to her before. She sighed and laid the book down on her desk, still open 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 detached feeling, 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 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, laid out in black and white. It didn't seem as accomplished as it had to her before. She sighed and laid the book down on her desk, still open 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 detached feeling, 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 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.
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS Tara
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