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in character information.

series: Transformers G1 cartoon
name: Skyfire
age: Well over ten million years old.
sex: Gender neutral/Assumed male
race: Cybertronian
weight: 3 tons (roughly 6000 pounds)
height: 8 feet
[OPTIONAL] cause of death:N/A
canon point:Episode: Fire in the Sky, after he falls back into the ice.
previous cr:N/A
history: Skyfire was a scientist on Cybertron, along with his friend and colleague, Starscream. This was before the war broke out between the two factions, and the only Cybertron that Skyfire remembers is a peaceful, quiet one. Never one for combat, Skyfire got his excitement and joy from his job, studying other planets and the intelligent life forms that lived upon them.

Along with Starscream, he went out on a mission, discovering the planet earth years before humans ever walked upon it. Though a scan of the planet revealed no intelligent life, Skyfire insisted they move in for a closer look, curious as to what secrets the planet held. Unfortunately, the two of them became caught up in a polar storm, and were separated in the arctic. Starscream, unwilling to leave without his partner, circled the globe looking for him, but was unable to find him until his second crash on the planet earth, millions of years later.

Skyfire spent untold eras buried beneath the ice of the arctic until the Decepticons found him, thawed him and recruited him to their side. Though uneasy about the situation, Starscream’s very presence there seemed to be enough to convince him to join forces against the Autobots, of whom he only assumed were evil due to the fact Starscream was fighting them.

His time on the Decepticon team was short lived, as Skyfire became increasingly upset by the Decepticon’s method of warfare and their treatment towards humans. The final straw was when Starscream attempted to have him murder a squad of captured Autobots. When Skyfire refused, Starscream shot him, gravely wounding him and leaving him for dead. It was only through the help of the Autobot medic, Rachet, that he barely managed to pull through, and turned the tide of battle in the arctic against the Decepticons.

He even went into battle against Starscream, though in the end he was unwilling to kill his old friend, instead knocking Starscream from the sky before using his blasters to cause an avalanche of snow around the Decepticon arctic base of operation. He saved the earth from an icy fate, but was entombed in ice once more himself, where he was to be trapped until months later, where the Autobots would locate him and thaw him out once more.

personality: Skyfire is possibly one of the friendliest, most helpful, most compassionate ‘bots you could ever meet. Though dedicated to science in almost every way, his pursuit of knowledge is meant to help, never to harm. As an Autobot, he believes in the freedom of all sentient beings, and would much sooner observe the inhabitants of earth peacefully and nicely than wage war or smash them. Though he is an absolutely MASSIVE guy, he’s gentle and careful, always willing to use his strength and size to help anyone in need.

He’s somewhat naïve, however, willing to assume the best of anyone. A hopeless optimist, really. While he is also always willing to help, Skyfire is… not… much of a fighter. At all. That is not to say that he cannot fight at all, and can be quite capable when properly provoked, but he tends to dislike harming others. Both battles with the Decepticons saw him laid out flat by Starscream, and in each fight his aim was to disarm and end the fight with as little damage as possible, either by destroying cover, knocking ‘Cons out of the sky with a body slam, or destroying weapons before they could be used. While he enjoys assisting his fellow Autobots in their battles, he’d be much more at home simply studying the local flora, fauna and intelligent life. He is unwilling to take anyone’s life, really, be it ‘Con, Autobot or human alike. Skyfire is terribly curious, and can and will drop everything in order to further his knowledge, literally walking out of a fire fight once to inspect and assist two imperiled humans. It’s probably safe to say his curiosity hasn’t been dampened one bit, ever eager to learn more about his surroundings.

Skyfire, being a scientist, is quite intelligent, and will not hesitate to launch into explanations or lectures that would rival any tongue twister with its complexity. He doesn’t seem to always remember that not everyone knows exactly what he’s talking about when it comes to science, and will happy science-babble at anyone who will sit still long enough to listen. He honestly doesn’t mean to sound like an egghead, he really can’t seem to help himself. He gets excited at the prospect of learning more as well, along with his curiosity, and does not hesitate to ask questions. Even if they might seem a little… strange.

As well, he likes to keep in top shape, modification wise. Before he crashed, he had kitted himself out with top of the line modifications to his body, in order to travel for long spans of time in the emptiness of space. He loves being cutting edge and fully updated, and in turn appreciates such technological advances on others. He’s pretty hands on, and usually won’t hesitate to inspect things he finds interesting a little more… closely. He doesn’t seem to fully realize that he is at all intimidating with his build, and he interacts easily and casually despite differences between himself and others.

It is also pretty easy to see he’s… perhaps a little absent minded at times. His compassion for others along with his natural curiosity often clouds his judgment, and usually ends in him taking a laser to the chest plate.

Finally, there is Starscream. While he eventually proved willing to knock his former friend and colleague from the air in the show, he has never once opened fire on Starscream, and is unwilling to fight much with his old friend. Something of a push over with everyone, being far too polite and easy going to fight much, he beds pretty easily under Starscream’s more demanding and bolder personality. It is easy to see he still has tender feelings for Starscream, unwilling as he was to use lethal force on him despite being fired upon himself.
abilities/powers:Flight: With his engine mods, Skyfire is easily one of the fastest fliers around.

transformation into a shuttle craft: While at home he could carry people inside of him, in Abax he’ll be far too small for this task. However, he is much faster in shuttle mode than he is without transforming.

subspace storage (used to house his gun): He can hold a few things in his subspace if he has to, but it’s usually used to house his double barreled plasma blaster.

proportionate strength: In the show, he was capable of lifting Megatron over his head and hurling him into a snow bank. It’s only to be expected that he’d retain proportionate strength here.

Armor: Skyfire’s armor does not rust like earth metal does, and he is capable of taking hits from human weapons like guns without getting too badly damaged. However, he is weak to weapons from his own planet and is usually laid out easily by well-aimed plasma blasts.

Scanners: He has internal scanners that can give him information on the world around him, and on his own internal systems.

Scientific Knowledge: While he doesn’t have a doctors understanding of the Cybertronian body, it’s still pretty in depth, knowing how to add mods to his own body. It’s reasonable to think that he’d be clever enough to do a bit of field work and first aid on other Cybertronians.
first person sample:
Really, this city is actually quite amazing, if you think about it. When will we ever have a chance to meet others from alternate universes, different realities altogether? I had originally imagined that the theory was near impossible to prove or disprove, that it would have been impossible to visit these different universes or even gather evidence of their existence, but here we are now. It really is extremely incredible. If I can gather information of this world, of the other worlds, just imagine the impact it could have on the scientific community. The possibilities that it opens up. We are looking into an entirely new frontier, beyond space and time into something more. Not simply entirely new worlds, but entirely new universes!

True, there are… unfortunate implications upon arriving here… And I would most like to go home sometime soon, but this situation isn’t entirely negative. I would have never met such fascinating people at home, made such new and wonderful friends. I would vastly prefer a life having known the people I have met here than never having known them at all.
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third person sample:He'd returned not too long after his reconciliation with Blurr, the smaller Autobot having to return to the hangar. Skyfire had wanted to go back to the Nemesis... for several reasons, really. Of course Starscream was the biggest one. He couldn't bring himself to leave where ever the jet was for too long, not when having him back, even if it wasn't the same one, was still a novelty.

On top of that, there was no better place to observe the underwater wildlife that still moved about at this time of year. Despite the frigid temperature, he had been treated to a few schools of fish crossing over the decks windows, and he'd become rather taken with them, logging when they passed over, what kind of fish they were, the patterns and manners in which they moved... It was relaxing, almost like a return to normal for him. To be honest, he'd somewhat grown to enjoy the city. It felt like... a second chance.

It did, of course, occur to him that despite the Nemesis being devoid currently of any other Decepticons, the other Autobots might not… entirely think it wise to remain on board, but with the small size of the rest of the buildings in town, he really had no other choice. Besides, it wasn’t really all that bad. He got to share it with Starscream, after all, and the mech had not actually made any attempt to harm him or force him to stay on board the ship. Really, the situation could have been a great deal worse, he thought he was pretty lucky right now.
He was focused now on a rather large fish, some impressively sized, sleepy looking specimen, a smaller, more brightly colored one darting about it, seeming to try and harry the much larger fish. He couldn’t help but smile, making a note on the data pad he held. Yes, he had to say he was genuinely happy here, despite it all. When else would he ever get another chance like this?
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Character

Name: Aisling
Fandom: The Secret of Kells
Gender: Female
Age: Mentally and physically five, chronologically over two hundred
Time Period: Shortly before she breaks Brendan out of Kells
Wing Color: White
History: Aisling was born in a forest near Kells, many, MANY years ago, long before Kells even truly existed. Her people, the Tuatha de Dannon, were children of nature, old and full of magic, a part of the very earth itself. She lived there with her mother and her father, and by all accounts had a pretty good start on life, a happy, energetic child.

Then, Crom Cruach, an ancient God of Death, descended upon her people, and devoured them all, save for her. It left her alone within the forest before it was sealed up inside a mound by an old Saint, never to terrorize the people again. For many years, she lived alone in her forest, its caretaker, its ruler and the last of her people for miles. Until Brendan came.

A young brother from the near-by Abby of Kells, he’d snuck into her forest to find berries for ink. Although at first wary of him, she soon became deeply attached to the young boy, sympathizing with him in his own loneliness. He taught her about Kells, the illuminators that lived within, and she in turn taught him of the forest and its many secrets. She came to be fiercely loyal to Brendan, and broke him out of the Abby when his uncle locked him away, and even opened up Crom Cruachs old tomb for the boy, seemingly dying for his cause.

It was only later that she would show herself again to him, as a white wolf who, when Brendan and his mentor, Aidan, were about to be slain by the Vikings, jumped in with her pack to destroy the invaders, and allow Brendan to pass unharmed.

Only once more did she meet Brendan, leading him back to the old Abby of Kells, to his dying, now lonely and remorseful uncle, to show him the magnificent Book of Kells.

Personality: Aisling, though very, very old, older than any human in the movie, is still a child. This is made clear in everything, from the way she looks to her voice to her very actions and thoughts. While she is quite clever for a little girl, and exceedingly brave, she is so only in the context of how a little girl usually is. She is both an argumentative and prideful creature, and a caring, protective friend, willing to put her life on the line for the sake of those who are the closest to her, without question and without much hesitation.
Having lost her mother, Aisling is a lonely girl, having no one of her kind left to live with. She is one with the forest that she lives in: it is both her home and her family to her, and she is capable of communicating directly with it. Because of this, she is fiercely protective of the forest, and guards it tenaciously. Anyone who dares to do anything within it against her will is subject to her judgment, and the fairy doesn’t look too kindly on any intruders. In fact, she tends to be untrustworthy towards most people, and can quickly be provoked into an argument no matter who her adversary might be. She is, however, still cautious, and prefers to watch and stalk those who wander into territory she considers hers, waiting for the right moment to show herself.

Having little concept or connection with the outside world, instead of being shy or frightened of out outsiders, she sees no problem with ordering anyone who falls into her hands around like she’s the official queen of all the land. Stubborn to a fault, and highly demanding, she knows what she wants, when she wants it, and isn’t afraid of going about and getting it, one way or another. Despite Brendan being a whole head taller than she, Aisling put it in no uncertain terms when they first met that she wanted his ass out of her woods, and she wanted it out right now. Of course, being capable of commanding fog, controlling the growth of plants and communing with the forest animals there gives her a lot of reasons to be very proud of herself, so this sort of behavior is to be expected. As well, having no one to raise her at this point in her life but the forest, the animals and herself, she is unused to having to take any nonsense from anyone else.

Because of this, she can get into arguments quite quickly. Though Brendan never bothered to push the subject of their initial disagreement, Aisling showed that she could quite potentially carry any argument on infinitely if the opposition refused to let up. Because she is so proud, she can get defensive as well. Brendan, boasting about the Book of Kells, stated “Wait until you see it!” to which Aisling quickly replied “wait until you see my forest.” She also bragged about her speed, and teased Brendan for his inability to climb trees. Had she met with someone more willing to argue with her, it can certainly be assumed that Aisling would have carried on indefinitely to prove her point.

Hand in hand with this is her bravery. In the movie, Aisling not only puts herself at Croms mercy twice for Brendan, she violently attacks the Vikings who were about to slaughter Brother Aiden and Brendan in the forest. She is willing to risk everything for the people she cares about, even a painful and terrifying death at the hands of an old god, the same god that killed her people and mother. In fact, it could be said that it is because of the loss of her people and her mother that she fights so hard for the things she loves now. Already by herself, she is afraid of being left truly alone, and fears for the welfare of everyone who might come in contact with Crom or with the Vikings.

Indeed, while she is quite brave, along with her fear of being utterly abandoned is her terror of Crom. This ancient god dwelled in her forest, locked inside a cave by a powerful saint. Before the saint came though, Crom devoured everyone she had ever known, orphaning Aisling in the woods. Crom is the sum total of fear to her. All others compared to him are therefore only a fraction as terrifying. She’s looked what she would surely call the very manifestation of darkness in the face, so why should she be afraid of anything mortal?

However, despite all of this, Aisling is far from a broken and distrustful child. In fact, she is full of energy, playfully leaping from tree to rock, to the canopy and back again as Brendan attempts to talk to her. She is teasing and slightly impish, though pranks don’t seem to be of interest to her. Rather, she just prefers to playfully taunt Brendan, and anyone else she has grown attached to. She adores the forest and the creatures that live within it, playing and speaking with them as easily as she would her own family. Capable of shifting forms, her favorite one, and her signature pack in the forest, is the wolf, and she is very close with them.

Despite her original rather gruff behavior, Aisling is actually very tender hearted and kind, her defensive manner softening after Brendan told her he was an orphan. Anyone who shows actual kindness towards her and her forest tends to earn her trust quickly, and will soon fall under her protection. She is intensely loyal, and would go to any lengths to ensure that those she holds dear are safe and happy. Even if it means breaking rules, putting herself in intense danger, or even sacrificing herself.

Overall, Aisling, while bratty, bristly and totally independent, is also a little girl with an intense stubborn streak, extreme loyalty, a huge capacity for care and affection… and with a deep sense of loneliness and lingering fear. At her core, she is still a child, and her demeanor reveals that, but her sense of responsibility and character transcend a typical child’s.

Strengths: Physically, Aisling is very strong. In the movie, she was capable of not only tipping over a massive statue, but lifting it over her head and holding it there. She's also capable of climbing flat stone surfaces like a squirrel, shape shifting and communicating with animals. She can also sing and use her voice to cast spells, such as changing a cat into mist and controlling it through song. She's very athletic and acrobatic, quick on all fours and capable of leaping from branch to branch in trees as well as any trained gymnast. She's stubborn and intelligent for a little girl, and exceedingly brave.

Weaknesses: Physically, Aisling is weakened by powerful black magic, and it can drain her to the point of emaciation and exhaustion. Mentally, she's a child. She can barely read or write, and understandably has the same reasoning and logic as any five year old little girl. She's not entirely trusting either, and tends to pose a lot of questions before she's willing to trust anyone. Emotionally, Aisling has a bit of a temper, and can and will get into arguments at the drop of a hat, no matter how good or bad of an idea it happens to be at the time. She fears things that are strange and new, such as the inner walls of Kells, and fears black magic as well, such as the power of Crom Cruach.

(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)

Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)

First Person: Have you seen the magic levers in the houses yet? They're amazing! If you make it go up, the lights come on, and when you push it down, they go back off again. You can make the lights flash like lightning too. One of them isn't working anymore though. There was a pop and it went black. I tried to fix it but...

[There's the sound of broken glass being pushed around]

I couldn't pull it out so I thought breaking it would take it out, but now there's a little silver bit left over that still won't come out. I'm going to bring one of the not broken orbs with me back to the forest. It's better than a torch! I want a lot of them!

[So someone better come find her before she tries to take all the bulbs in the house]

Third Person: Swinging from branch to branch in the forest, Aisling did her usual rounds near the edge. Well, considering all the people in the city, there was a lot of unwelcome visitors to keep out. A lot more than she had to worry about at home. The forest here was obviously missing a protector, a job of which she was more than willing to take while she was away from her own home. She'd done a fairly good job, she believed, catching the few that wanted to enter the forest near the outskirts and scaring them off, either with a show of the few wildlife that she could still command past the dampening of her powers, or through merely appearing herself... Albeit as a wolf. Not many people would be too terrified of a little girl, though there were the few that seemed to think the pale little girl was a ghost.

She paused in one of the branches, leaning forward to listen. She heard something, not too far away in the woods. Another intruder? It was something to do, lord knew she was actually starting to get a little bored. She went off like a shot towards where she heard branches snapping, staying up in the trees. She didn't want to be caught yet after all. She wanted to see who wanted to come in first. She really couldn't help the curiosity. Maybe it might be a new friend... She'd like to see someone more like her at the forests edge, instead of another adult. She was starting to get tired of them. In the uppermost branches now, she peered down at the forest floor below, seeking out the invader into her territory, trying to keep silent even as the smaller branches rustled and whispered at every little move she made. What would she do once she caught them? Well that would entirely depend on how they acted towards her, now wouldn't it?
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OOC Information
Name: Squid
Personal journal:hailthenarc
Contact:AIM: Squiddlypeon
Characters played at Discedo:N/A

IC Information
Name: Soundwave
Canon: Transformers Prime
Timeline: Episode 26

Canon Resource Link: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Soundwave_%28Prime%29

Personality: With Soundwave’s silent demeanor, dislike of combat and preference towards passive surveillance in contrast to his more violent faction members, some might mistake the Decepticon for being merciful, kind or even gentle. In all honesty, Soundwave is not as vitriolic or as boldly hateful as the rest of the Decepticons merely because he sees no reason so act as such. Rumored to have deleted his emotions, the infamous ‘Con without a face does almost nothing without Megatron’s orders, though he does obey his commanding officer Starscream just so long as Megatron’s wellbeing is not at stake.

He is an entirely neutral entity, following Megatron no matter what his Lord’s will might be. Soundwave prefers surveillance over battle any day, and will tolerate a great deal of ribbing, shenanigans, personal space invasion, yelling, threats and so on before he even considers removing himself from the area of the particular annoyance of the day. More often than not, if he doesn’t outright ignore the pestering, Soundwave is remarkably good at dead-pan snarking without even using words, and can usually find something to ‘say’ as a retort. His body language, while subtle, is usually very telling, and he can say a lot with the mere tilt of a head or the shifting of a shoulder. … And it’s usually sarcastic. He never actually talks either, speaking entirely through recordings and his body language. While the Decepticons on the Nemesis have grown used to this manner of speech, others might find it difficult to understand. If goaded into communicating through other means, he’ll prefer text, refusing to use his vocalizer.

It takes a lot of effort to goad him into attacking, and Soundwave has only ever used true violence once in Prime, where he quickly squelched an attempt by Airachnid to abandon Megatron on earth. He much rather prefers to simply remove himself from undesirable situations, and while the rest of the army is in the heated midst of battle, you’re far more likely to find him on the sidelines… or just not there. Soundwave is by no means a coward, he simply puts a great deal of thought into the conservation and proper use of energy, focused on efficiency overall.


Soundwave is a cold and calculating ‘Con, letting logic deem his every action. He isn’t evil for the sake of being evil, nor is he boastful or prideful. Frankly, if something doesn’t strike him as being necessary, he won’t do it. While sometimes, this may actually make him appear merciful (keeping Starscream from destroying Wheeljack, not terminating Jack, Miko and Raph at the first chance he got), he has absolutely no problem with killing if he is ordered to do so. That isn’t to say he isn’t at all curious, and will take the time occasionally to study things, if only to see if they could be of any personal use to him or the Decepticon cause. The only thing that can shatter his usually stoic and emotionless veneer is Megatron. If his Lord’s well-being is threatened, Soundwave will start to show flickers of emotion, as he became nervous and worried when he couldn’t locate Megatron’s signal, and completely and publicly humiliated Airachnid in front of the entire Decepticon army at the very instant she attempted to abandon their leader. It is reasonable to infer that Megatron is a soft point for the usually cool ‘Con, and mentioning him will more often than not gain his immediate attention. Megatron is the center of everything for Soundwave. Megatron and Soundwave’s job has taken complete precedence over everything he does, and it has been said that he deleted his own emotions in order to process information faster. Starscream is his only other obsession, and when not at his Lord and Master’s side, he can be seen constantly trailing behind the treacherous second in command, always willing to temper the jets mercurial moods.

Overall, with his hidden face, strange mannerisms and muted nature, Soundwave comes across as an unreachable, alien presence no matter where he is. He’s considered an oddball even among his own kind, and seems to almost take a certain amount of pride in how strange he is. After all, it helps get his job done, and his job is the most important thing to him.

Powers & Abilities: As a transformer, transformation comes as standard. Soundwave’s alt-mode is an unmanned spy plane, specifically what appears to be an MQ-9 Reaper.

He is the only Decepticon that appears to be unarmed, carrying no guns nor blades, but his fingers are needle sharp, and he has a considerable amount of strength for his build. He’s also almost blindingly fast with an excellent reaction time, capable of fending off all of Airachnid’s attacks before hurling her across the bridge of the Nemesis.

He possesses a pair of tentacles that reside somewhere within his chest, which are usually used for direct uplinks. They have proven to be useful in combat as well, however, and can grip and pick up objects or oh… say… axes.

Soundwave fights primarily with his minicons. So far, only Laserbeak has been seen in the show. Laserbeak is capable of reconnaissance, spying, and attack, and is the size of a small plane.
Again, his biggest strength is in his spying capability. Soundwave, in the show, is capable of monitoring communications world-wide, keeping an eye on the Autobots, Starscream, and Megatron’s signal at all times, along with important government transmissions. He has hacked satellites with ease, so it is a safe bet to assume that he’s quite the tech geek.
(the hacking and the spying will be put in a permissions post on his journal)

What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? Laserbeak. The minicon acts as both his only real weapon, and as a chest plate.

Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample: The day was like any other, really. The same as it always was when he first arrived. Well… after he got over being only nine feet tall, with crippled scanners and unable to transform. That day had been way too out of the ordinary for the usually semi-all knowing, always prepared, never surprised spy master. But he was over that now. … Kind of. As over as he was going to get with his scanners still inoperable, his alt-mode refusing to work and still being a paltry nine feet tall. It still put him a good few feet over the rest of the citizens here but it was the principle of the thing.

How on earth a bunch of random human scientists had managed to knock him out and apparently deactivate all his defense and spying functions was beyond him, and he’d allowed the idea to stew for quite some time. Not that he was about to let it interfere any more with his work. He could still monitor the various transmissions over the communicator. It was a poor substitute for what he was used to, and at first the ‘con had been less than pleased with this minor consolation. … He still wasn’t over the moon about it, but he was nothing if not adaptable. He’d separated himself from the others there, preferring to hunker down in a warehouse for a recharge rather than have to deal personally with any of the humans, or otherwise there. He really had only one job in mind, the act of monitoring all frequencies all for the greatest cause of all.
Finding Megatron.

He had not ceased his efforts, and had never once yet become even slightly disheartened. After all, to him, their leader wasn't a possibility, but an inevitability. He would appear in time, and Soundwave would be there the second he arrived with full data on the city.

And so he waited, watched and listened, like so many other days, a strange, silent and faceless alien statue at the clearest point in the city. Even if it took a millennia until Megatron arrived, no wait was too long for him.

First-Person Sample: --Area scanned: data not available
Scanning
Scanning
>>not available: constructing map


[If it were possible for a line of computer text to sound annoyed, it would be Soundwave who could do it. The text flashes for a moment, before clearing, what almost sounds like a rush of static over the airways cutting in.

Anyone in the area of the ‘Con would find the now nine foot tall spy hunched over his communicator, holding the little device delicately between two long, spindly fingers. The visor flickered faintly as the words appeared on the device… Seemed like he found a way around the little buttons.

And he didn’t appear happy. With the shoulders drawn up and the head lowered, he was the very image of an annoyed creature, the free hand lightly tapping his fingers slowly against the ground. There was a click, the communicator switching over to vocal input.
]

--sensors must be faulty!--

[An oily, enraged voice slithered out of the audio output, the shoulders hunching more.]

--Decepticon life signal—

[Just trying to find him a colleague out here. … Yeah it’s not going so well.]

[[as soundwave is a mute by choice, most of his dialog will be in either text, recordings or body language]]

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Mun Name: Squid
Journal: Hailthennarc
Contact Info: Squiddlypeon on AIM
Other Characters: Mordecai Heller, GLaDOS, Six

Name:  Aisling
From: The Secret of Kells
Appearance:
Age: She looks, sounds thinks and technically IS a five year old girl. (Her VA was five when the movie was made) However, in human terms, she is several hundred years old. Probably around 200 or so.
Gender: Female
Personality: Aisling, though very, very old, older than any human in the movie, is still a child. This is made clear in everything, from the way she looks to her voice to her very actions and thoughts. While she is quite clever for a little girl, and exceedingly brave, she is so only in the context of how a little girl usually is. She is both an argumentative and prideful creature, and a caring, protective friend, willing to put her life on the line for the sake of those who are the closest to her, without question and without much hesitation.
Having lost her mother, Aisling is a lonely girl, having no one of her kind left to live with. She is one with the forest that she lives in: it is both her home and her family to her, and she is capable of communicating directly with it. Because of this, she is fiercely protective of the forest, and guards it tenaciously. Anyone who dares to do anything within it against her will is subject to her judgment, and the fairy doesn’t look too kindly on any intruders. In fact, she tends to be untrustworthy towards most people, and can quickly be provoked into an argument no matter who her adversary might be.  She is, however, still cautious, and prefers to watch and stalk those who wander into territory she considers hers, waiting for the right moment to show herself.

Having little concept or connection with the outside world, instead of being shy or frightened of out outsiders, she sees no problem with ordering anyone who falls into her hands around like she’s the official queen of all the land. Stubborn to a fault, and highly demanding, she knows what she wants, when she wants it, and isn’t afraid of going about and getting it, one way or another. Despite Brendan being a whole head taller than she, Aisling put it in no uncertain terms when they first met that she wanted his ass out of her woods, and she wanted it out right now. Of course, being capable of commanding fog, controlling the growth of plants and communing with the forest animals there gives her a lot of reasons to be very proud of herself, so this sort of behavior is to be expected. As well, having no one to raise her at this point in her life but the forest, the animals and herself, she is unused to having to take any nonsense from anyone else.

Because of this, she can get into arguments quite quickly. Though Brendan never bothered to push the subject of their initial disagreement, Aisling showed that she could quite potentially carry any argument on infinitely if the opposition refused to let up. Because she is so proud, she can get defensive as well. Brendan, boasting about the Book of Kells, stated “Wait until you see it!” to which Aisling quickly replied “wait until you see my forest.” She also bragged about her speed, and teased Brendan for his inability to climb trees. Had she met with someone more willing to argue with her, it can certainly be assumed that Aisling would have carried on indefinitely to prove her point.

Hand in hand with this is her bravery. In the movie, Aisling not only puts herself at Croms mercy twice for Brendan, she violently attacks the Vikings who were about to slaughter Brother Aiden and Brendan in the forest. She is willing to risk everything for the people she cares about, even a painful and terrifying death at the hands of an old god, the same god that killed her people and mother. In fact, it could be said that it is because of the loss of her people and her mother that she fights so hard for the things she loves now. Already by herself, she is afraid of being left truly alone, and fears for the welfare of everyone who might come in contact with Crom or with the Vikings.

Indeed, while she is quite brave, along with her fear of being utterly abandoned is her terror of Crom. This ancient god dwelled in her forest, locked inside a cave by a powerful saint. Before the saint came though, Crom devoured everyone she had ever known, orphaning Aisling in the woods. Crom is the sum total of fear to her. All others compared to him are therefore only a fraction as terrifying. She’s looked what she would surely call the very manifestation of darkness in the face, so why should she be afraid of anything mortal?

However, despite all of this, Aisling is far from a broken and distrustful child. In fact, she is full of energy, playfully leaping from tree to rock, to the canopy and back again as Brendan attempts to talk to her. She is teasing and slightly impish, though pranks don’t seem to be of interest to her. Rather, she just prefers to playfully taunt Brendan, and anyone else she has grown attached to. She adores the forest and the creatures that live within it, playing and speaking with them as easily as she would her own family. Capable of shifting forms, her favorite one, and her signature pack in the forest, is the wolf, and she is very close with them.

Despite her original rather gruff behavior, Aisling is actually very tender hearted and kind, her defensive manner softening after Brendan told her he was an orphan. Anyone who shows actual kindness towards her and her forest tends to earn her trust quickly, and will soon fall under her protection. She is intensely loyal, and would go to any lengths to ensure that those she holds dear are safe and happy. Even if it means breaking rules, putting herself in intense danger, or even sacrificing herself.

Overall, Aisling, while bratty, bristly and totally independent, is also a little girl with an intense stubborn streak, extreme loyalty, a huge capacity for care and affection… and with a deep sense of loneliness and lingering fear. At her core, she is still a child, and her demeanor reveals that, but her sense of responsibility and character transcend a typical child’s.

Backstory: Aisling was born in a forest near Kells, many, MANY years ago, long before Kells even truly existed. Her people, the Tuatha de Dannon, were children of nature, old and full of magic, a part of the very earth itself. She lived there with her mother and her father, and by all accounts had a pretty good start on life, a happy, energetic child.

Then, Crom Cruach, an ancient God of Death, descended upon her people, and devoured them all, save for her. It left her alone within the forest before it was sealed up inside a mound by an old Saint, never to terrorize the people again. For many years, she lived alone in her forest, its caretaker, its ruler and the last of her people for miles. Until Brendan came.

A young brother from the near-by Abby of Kells, he’d snuck into her forest to find berries for ink. Although at first wary of him, she soon became deeply attached to the young boy, sympathizing with him in his own loneliness. He taught her about Kells, the illuminators that lived within, and she in turn taught him of the forest and its many secrets. She came to be fiercely loyal to Brendan, and broke him out of the Abby when his uncle locked him away, and even opened up Crom Cruachs old tomb for the boy, seemingly dying for his cause.

It was only later that she would show herself again to him, as a white wolf who, when Brendan and his mentor, Aidan, were about to be slain by the Vikings, jumped in with her pack to destroy the invaders, and allow Brendan to pass unharmed.

Only once more did she meet Brendan, leading him back to the old Abby of Kells, to his dying, now lonely and remorseful uncle, to show him the magnificent Book of Kells.

Moral Standing: Chaotic good. Aisling will do whatever it takes to help those close to her, and hates being told what to do. She’ll normally forge her own path, breaking rules with abandon and having a particular dislike of ordered methods. She is a wild child and obeys only her own law.

Dreams: To keep her new friend safe, to keep her forest safe, to live in peace in her forest without fear of it being ruined, and to learn about the world outside of Kells.

Fears: Crom Cruach, her forest being ruined, losing Brendan, strange new places

Extra: Aisling is a member of the Tuatha de Dannon, and possesses a great deal of magical power. Her songs can effect people, and in lore, faerie music can cause anything from blessings to plagues. She has control over nature, capable of commanding fog, animals, and even plants themselves, though she is young and not exactly an expert at it. She is also quite strong, fast, and capable of shapeshifting.

Samples: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7m1E0l-SZg&feature=fvst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFhd8RfCqVg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZm1kVnZ7hk&feature=related


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[Error: unknown template qotd]Between the ages of eight and eighteen, everyone was a potential bully to me in my high school. The girls changed from day to day, sometimes, when we were alone, being kind, talking to me, listening back, laughing at my jokes. But as soon as it was a group, any form of friendship just turned into finger pointing, giggling and sarcastic questions about who I was seeing at the time, what I was wearing and who my friends were... I never had many friends, I disliked wearing feminine clothes, and I had little interest in getting a date back in my grade through high school years. They started rumors, about my sexuality, about supposed boyfriends and girlfriends, about my intelligence to my hygiene. Nothing was safe. I was loudly addressed in the locker room for making eye contact with a peer and had to listen to a chorus of 'Lezzie, lesbo" as I got dressed. I was slapped in the face inside a classroom while the teacher sat at her desk, and I was kicked as I walked down the aisle to the white board to write an answer.

While the girls normally bullied with isolation and disapproval, the boys were usually louder, and just as cruel. I've been swung at as I've walked down the hallways, so that I had to throw myself against the wall to avoid being hit. Jabbed in the stomach with a stick so hard that it caused a deep scrape and a bruise. I've had my backside groped in the middle of class, had things like spit balls, rubber bands and paper clips thrown at the back of my head. By far, the worst bully made sure that I had no name for ten years of my life. I was no longer Noelle. I was Stupid Whore. I wasn't allowed to draw, he'd rip my notebook from me and tear them out, citing later that the scratching of a pencil in class bothered him. He'd call me out in the hallway, in the lunchroom, on the playground, wherever he could find me, and make remarks about me and my family. My mother and my father both received equal mockery from him. I couldn't speak in class, lest what I say come back in the form of a taunt or a chant later for being bold enough to answer a question.

The walk home was just as miserable. A group of boys took to waiting outside the apartment complexes, making sounds like a cow to me as I passed by, telling me my mother was a whore, my father was stupid, my mother was sleeping with their father and so on. If I crossed the street, they threw rocks at me. If I tried to walk past and ignore them on their side, I was shoved around. If I tried to defend myself, that was naturally mocked as well. I couldn't even speak to my friends without it turning into some form of punishment. While roughhousing, I tore one of my friends shirts. I apologized, offering to sew it. One of the other children on the street who had been watching heard this, and called out "Maybe you can sew your pussy shut too!"

On the bus, I was forced to listen to one boy who made up a song about how much I didn't matter, and how ugly and stupid and slutty I was. I received little help and no sympathy: When I became sick on one of the rides, and was unable to reach a bucket in time, and was forced to sit the rest of the ride with vomit on my hands and coat, one of the riders kneeled in his seat to face the rest of the bus, announcing that "Hey guys, Noelle's throwing up! Hey guys, look! Look, she's throwing up!" Laughing at me, pointing me out as I kneeled on the floor and tried to hide myself.

The only reason I managed to get through school was the two years of homeschooling in the middle, between the middle of the year in seventh grade and the middle of the year in ninth grade. I also always had my parents to come back to, and a loving home that understood and tried to help me. Never again, since leaving high school, have I ever been put through this level of bullying.
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ABEL

******* (OH DEAR A STAIN) PRIEST level 15
Neutral Good

Strength: 16 (+4 with CRUSNIK activation)

Initiative: 16 (+4 with CRUSNIK activation)

Intelligence: 20

Wisdom: 14

Constitution: 10 (+10 with CRUSNIK activation)

Charisma: 14 (-2)


Theresa

Human ROGUE level 9
True Neutral

Strength: 10

Initiative: 15

Intelligence: 17

Wisdom: 16

Constitution: 10

Charisma: 8 (-2)
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