CEANNAIDEACH;; mabh ailbhe

mabh ailbhe ceannaideach

• not ready to make nice ~ dixie chicks •

•• USERNAME ;; nyx
•• GENDER ;; female
•• AGE ;; 17.5 =P
•• CONTACT ;; PM or AIM at LittleDhampirNyx
•• EXPERIENCE ;; enough…I’m not really sure
•• PASSWORD ;; edited.
•• OTHER CHARACTERS ;;
~ vladimir dracula tepes
~ anasztázia freyja macnamara
~ lilia anne letha dragovich
~ bronwyn olympia pfeiffer
~ dante adalfieri vicenzo

•• FULL NAME ;; mabh ailbhe ceannaideach
•• NICKNAME ;; kennedy (that’s the English equivalent of her last name, how it’s pronounced anyways)
•• AGE ;; twenty - one
•• BIRTHDAY ;; Samhain … October 31 in the dead of the night
•• GENDER ;; female
•• SEXUALITY ;; bisexual
•• PROFESSION ;;
~ noble
~ aspiring assassin
~ hateful bitch
~ thief
•• SPECIES ;; pixie
•• ABILITY ;; glamour

•• PLAYBY ;; katie mcgrath
•• ETHNICITY ;; irish
•• COMPLEXION ;; pale skin when glamoured… when not glamoured she is rather green
•• HEIGHT ;; 5’6”
•• WEIGHT ;; 124 lbs.
•• BODY TYPE ;; lean but healthy weight, has curves to her body
•• HAIR COLOR ;; a dark brown bordering on black
•• EYE COLOR ;; a very pale green-blue that almost seems grey in some light
•• SCARS ;;
~ really in her natural form, pixie, she should have wings but right now there are two jagged lines on her back that are scars where her wings were slashed and hacked out of her back.
~ with her glamour she has the scars still
•• BODY ART ;;
~ there are silver tattoos lining the undersides and lower parts of her arms (in both forms) but she has no clue what the runes on her arms mean and can’t seem to get rid of them either they just kind of…appeared there
~ belly button pierced, ears pierced and a couple cartilage piercings on her ears

•• OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ;;

Her fae form is peculiar to most humans in both its nature and features. For starters her iridescent pale green skin is a dead giveaway that she is no longer human biologically. This pale shade of green is like a minty shade of green and covers every inch of her being except for her lips. (use this as a reference for her pixie skin color and eyes) On the subject her eyes are entirely a pitch black that seem like a reflective entrance into an endless abyss of darkness and soullessness. However her eyes are not entirely pupils though it is just that every part of her eyes blend seamlessly together with the glassy black color and surface. Her ears are like those of mythic elves with large extended points at the tops that seem nearly to be sharp at one look. However where pixies are said to have wings there are now two thick sickly green scars marring her back. The matching scars are jagged and have smaller scars radiating out from them. They are from the trauma of her own bloodline’s attack on her. In an attempt to destroy her they ruthlessly had torn out her own appendages that were her wondrous wings and nearly let her bleed out in the process. These scars are made up of thick dead nearly white scar tissue and form two sloppily made ridges, seeming as if it were a little kid’s attempt at drawing lines. On her arms lacing delicately all over the mint green skin are runes and celtic knots drawn in silver designs as if they were a tattoo but it is unknown to her what exactly they mean or how they came to be on her person.

While glamoured with her normal glamoured look luscious locks of hair cascade down and around her shoulders in dark nearly black swirls. Her eyes seem the opposite nearly of her pixie ones as the irises are colored a light blue green and seem a light grey in various lights. She stands at a rather average height for human women and her weight is on the lighter side although it is definitely in the healthy range. Her body has a grace to it when she moves that comes rather naturally. Her skin is pale as she does not lounge about soaking up sunlight really and her ancestors were not pale either. Her glamoured looks fairly the same to as when she had been a human. The twin scars that line her back in her pixie form also mar her glamour as well since they are such a big abnormality in her real form and the glamour does not do well in hiding them. The silver runes and celtic knots lining her arms are still there but only faintly and are barely noticeable except when they come into the light and are only on her forearms.

•• STRENGTHS ;;
-clever
-killing
-torture
-faking it, putting up a fake persona on the outside to hide her true nature
- seduction
- playing with people’s minds
- revenge
- getting her way
•• WEAKNESSES ;;
- lovely jewels
- power (temptation since she wants it so badly she may do something stupid for it)
- snakes
- she’s very passionate (can cloud her judgement) whether angry or in a loving mood, oh yes she can love
- iron
- acts on her anger often and sometimes without thinking
- has a temper at times and has a thirst for revenge
- anyone she loves can be used against her usually
•• LIKES ;;
- blood / torturing others
- water
- snakes
- jewelry
- weapons
- being herself
- getting revenge
- playing with people’s minds
- venomous animals
- horses and riding them
- archery
- power
- men who can handle her
- flirting
•• DISLIKES ;;
- most humans
- being burnt…literally
- heartbreak
- politicians
- stupidity
- iron
- being bored
- being told what to do
- not getting her way
- being powerless or weak
- being looked down upon
•• AMBITIONS ;;
- to get as much power as she can
- obtain revenge on her family and others from her past
- to be accepted by at least one person, love, although be warned her love often is at its strongest when she is angry as well as they both run her passions high
•• FEARS ;;
- falling
- being killed and dying
- being burnt alive….or stabbed
- rats…very very large rats
- iron
•• SECRETS ;;
- wishes she could just be normal sometimes
- wants to be loved
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•• PERSONALITY ;;

Mabh is a very strong, independent woman and will not take orders from anyone especially a man who thinks that he can actually control her. Well if you try to control or tame her good luck with that. She is a passionate being, not all lovey-dovey and girly but passionate. A fire drives nearly everything she does with such a strength that she can come on as awfully strong. Her anger definitely gives a perfect example of the phrase ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’. And if you mess with her she will not rest until she gets equal or more than enough revenge for the deed that enraged her in the first place. Her dark twisted nature, brought on by her familial betrayal, has not relented since she has changed into a pixie. Often the lines between her rage and love are blurred and the passion of a fight or torture can even lead to her more amorous side. Although many would find this wrong she can not help it and simply finds these things are among her many delights in life. Although the thought of her personally dying or anyone she cares about dying is one that she cannot bear.

Warning, if you are indeed close to her you must be able to handle her though. This does not mean controlling her but being able to put up with all of her emotions, treating her as an equal, and if necessary yelling at her and constraining her at times. The emotion to love is within her capabilities but the people who are most appealing to her are those that treat her with mixed caution and respect and are not afraid to tell her their own opinions and even yell at her. She is bisexual but men are slightly more appealing to her than women most of the time, a woman has to be extraordinary to really hold her attention but so must a man. Those that are weak willed or scared timid creatures do not appeal to her but those that can hold their own and even have a temper to contend with her own are much more her type. She has only ever held one long serious meaningful relationship with someone but that does not mean she can never be in one again and she actually hopes she can find someone even if it were to be just an on and off again relationship. Several flings litter her past but often it becomes hard to hold her glamour when she is most amorous and this causes problems if it fails her and her companion sees her true form often enough. Most people she has encountered do not take kindly to it.

Some of those people that were overtly not accepting were her own kin that were closest to her. She was actually a fairly kind soul previous to her change and was the baby girl of her noble family in Ireland. Many of the people around her childhood home grew to love her and treat her as their own family even. When she changed though it was like a scene out of the old Dracula and supernatural movies with a large mob and a random assortment of weapons. Although it started out merely as her family who betrayed her and attacked her in her with things from around her home in an attempt to kill her. Her heart hardened to them and she came to the realization that humans were often cruel and spiteful towards the things that they could not understand or those that frightened them.

•• HOMETOWN ;; Dublin, Ireland
•• ACCENT ;; irish
•• LANGUAGES ;; irish gaelic, english
•• WEALTH ;; hight, she is nobility
•• RESIDENCE ;; mansion in Ireland
•• MOTHER ;; Etaine Ceannaideach {54, noble}
•• FATHER ;; Edward Ceannaideach {58, noble}
•• SIBLINGS ;;
~ brighid ceannaideach {28}
~ william ceannaideach {31}
~ elphame ceannaideach {26}
~ edward ceannaideach the second {33}
~ cadan ceannaideach {25}
•• EXTENDED FAMILY ;; three uncles, three aunts, no children, her grandparents are deceased
•• PETS ;;
- a yellow boa constrictor at eight and a half feet long named nim, a shortened form of the word nimhe in irish that means poison which is ironic since nim is not poisonous

•• HISTORY ;;

Mabh’s story begins on the powerful night of Samhain, born on the night on which the veil between this world and the next are said to be at its thinnest. But her haunted birth did not shadow her young life although it may be said that from her birth she was meant to bring despair but that comes later yet. Her childhood was relatively easy. Born the baby of the family and four years younger than her youngest sibling she was the baby girl of the family consisting of their parents, two other girls and three brothers. She was rather spoiled growing up in the wealthy family of nobles with everything she would ever within her reach along with many things that she never would. Those that lived nearby to their mansion loved her as well.

But with the meteor showers of 2012. One day she woke up with a strange sensation and as she peered through slitted eyelids all of the colors within her room were vibrantly brought to life along with ones that seemed as if she had never seen before. Everyday objects that she had seen and held in her hands a million times previously seemed brought to life with new strength as the colors were not those of a normal human’s visual spectrum. As she looked around and sat up she noticed that her skin was now a pale green and along with the pointed ears she had only ever seen prior in fairytales and myth. A shrill scream had crawled its way out of her throat and she threw many things around her room in a mad fury. When her family, they were all there for her siblings had all come for a visit with their own families those that had them, had finally been able to break their way into her private chamber she was curled up in a corner in the fetal position rocking herself back and forth in a mad panic, tears streaming down her cheeks and a shrill wailing noise emitting from her mouth. It was barely early morning though so it took her family several moments after they had all flooded into her room before they realized what had happened.

Her mother had immediately fainted at the sight of her precious baby girl morphed into this creature and her father had become enraged thinking that this was not his daughter at all but that some demon had possessed her. Meanwhile her three brothers picked her up roughly and took her down into the basement of the mansion and shackled her to the wall for their mansion was old and the basement was previously the dungeon. She pleaded and pleaded with them that it was truly herself, Mabh, and that she had no clue as to how this came about other than possibly the rumors she had heard of the meteors causing morphing of some humans into other beings. As she hung there from her shackled wrists, her toes barely able to touch the ground her family gawked and huddled in a group talking about what to do now. As she wept she could hear them suggesting horrible wicked things to do to her and often heard the word ‘abomination’ tossed around casually as they spoke of her.

Finally they seemed to all come to a conclusion at once and she watched in horror as her eldest sister, Brighid, led their caring and nurturing mother upstairs and away from the room. Her hope was given up, they had decided upon something that was considered unfavorable for her mother to witness. Then as she watched in horror her father picked up a blade from a nearby shelf and ground it against the sharpening stone that was kept in the corner. Sparks flew from the act and it was then obvious this was it for her. Her youngest brother walked over with a cold hard look in his eyes and unchained her. Stumbling she fell to the ground and for the first time realized that there were two extensions of herself tugging taught the skin at her back as they moved weakly, wings. They were so amazing and wondrous to her.

Then her brothers, sister, and father came for her. Her father seemed maybe slightly sorrowful but mainly as if he was mourning the loss of her already. The blade in his hand glinted in the light and soon she felt pain, immense pain as he slashed at her new skin dark oily slick blood pooling from her form. It seemed as if they wanted to kill her but yet it was so drawn out as if they were punishing her for what she had become. At the rare moments that she caught their eyes they were pause for a moment with a look in their eyes and then their glance would dart away, they were afraid of her new species and to the unknown, they she knew now. But the raging fire of pain tingled all over her skin and then the pain hit an all high as the daggers pierced the extremely thin veils that were her wings. They were so sensitive to the touch and she was now on the point of passing out. After that it was all a blur. She remembered asking her father to stop and spare her saying that she was his youngest daughter but he soullessly told her that she was no daughter of his and continued to hack away at her body.

Her next memory comes of waking up to the overwhelming stench of an unknown substance in the air that contained a strongly metallic tinge to it. Looking around she saw a pool of an oil like substance on the floor and then saw two shimmery objects lying among her blood, her wings. Her heart felt broken as she instinctly knew that these were a part of her own being that had been hacked. As it seemed they had all left thinking that she would bleed out to death. Crawling she made it to the top of the stairs and out of sheer luck no one was home where she proceeded to crawl out towards the stables in search of an escape. For a time she laid hidden among the hay resting and hoping that things would be alright but eventually she took her leave on a horse that had always been her favorite to ride as a child.

Since then she has lived secluded in the countryside of Ireland with a steady stream of her wealth coming from a bank account which she had had control of as long as she could remember. The healing of her back goes slowly and painfully as the scars form and she does not welcome the presence of others all that much most of the time.