Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Dec 17, 2008 23:23:15 GMT -5
Name: Faolan mab Ceallach, Sister of Eideann mab Ceallach, the Regent of Alba, Aunt to Ferris mab Eideann, the Future Cruarch
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Alban
Appearance[/b]
Faolan is not nearly as tall as her sister is. She reaches 5' 5", which is fairly short for her family. However, she had inherrited the flaming red locks, reaching in glowing waves to the middle of her back. She is petite but curvy with muscles that are lithe and strong from years of learning the use of the sword. Her lips are only slightly pouty, and her smile is brilliant. She is not extremely angular, giving her face the look of her age, even though her body is not as gangly as others who have not grown into theirs. She is fairly proportionate, although she carries most of her weight in her strong, lean legs. Many miscalculate her strength and ability, basing it on her size and uncharacteristic soft beauty, but she has the blue woad marks decorating her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck to prove her strength and great will, gaining them at the young age of 12. Her skin is a pale ivory, and her eyes are a very clear but deep sapphire blue, very uncharacteristic Albans and Eirans.
Personality[/b]
Faolan is generally a content person. Every so often she appears to be sad or disconnected, causing those around her to question the reason behind the odd mood, but she explains it as her being deep in thought, trying to hide the truth. Outwardly, Faolan is self-sacrificial to a fault, always giving up her time to help in any way that she can, extending this not only to her family members, but to friends and others of her nation that she has the ability to aid. However, inside her mind's eye, this is her way of making up for a deep seated guilt that she has locked away. During her childhood she was loud and boisterous, cocky of her abilities with the bow and arrow that came to her at a young age. But after her twelfth natal, she became more withdrawn and quiet. Some outside of the family believe that the bloodshed she had doled out and witnessed was too much for her gentle mind and loving nature, that it had broken here down. Those within her family believe her silence is a sign of her maturity. But to Faolon, her silence is the way that she copes with her unspoken curse.
History[/b]
Faolan mab Ceallach is the only remaining sibling of her sister, the Regent of Alba, Eideann mab Ceallach. Alban is her mother tongue, but she is also fluent in Eiran and D'Angeline, although her D'Angeline is thickly accented. As a child, having two older siblings, she was not primed for anything important. She was farther back in the line for gaining any sort of power, and she did not mind. Her sister would have her brother's heir, and the tradition would continue. Instead of worrying overmuch on these things, she spent her childhood learning the ways of her people, the ways of other lands, and the way of the bow and arrow.
When Faolan was but twelve years old, she awoke with a cold sweat from a dream of fire and blood, death, sadness and loss, and she did not understand. She saw the death of her brother, her father and the Cruarch, but thought it was just some sort of terrible nightmare. Within months of her dream, a bloody war began in Alba, renting the country she grew up in and loved assunder, and rendering her family to shreds, losing her brother, her father and the Cruarch to the bloodshed, just as she had foreseen. Faolan was always good with a bow, having learned to be so, and, even though she had been forbidden to leave the confines of the home, she left, wanting only to help. She was lucky to come back alive, her body slick with blood not her own. It was not until everything had happened that Faolan realised she had dreamed this very thing, and had not known before in order to stop it from happening. Faolan would never forget that dream, or that day, and has blamed herself relentlessly for the pain and suffering her country had to go through, and the power and responsibility that had to fall on her mother's and sister's shoulders. She always figured that, if she had known the tell-tale signs of a prophecy, or even if she had known that she was even capable of such a thing, she would have been better able to help her people, she would have been prepared, and maybe even would have been able to save her father and the Cruarch. This was the first of her true dreams, and they did not stop there. With each dream that came true, the guilt continued to pile on. With the dreams and trances becoming more plentiful and harder to hide, Faolan was in desperate need of an escape. Then, one day, she dreamt of a place far enough away to stop these dreams that she had struggled to keep to herself. She dreamt of Terre D'Ange.
She had always longed to go to Terre D'Ange, to witness the sites, meet the people and know the land that had been so close yet so far away, and played a part in her own country's history. Running away from her guilt and the responsibility, the hatred and expectations that would come should anyone find out she was a seer, Faolan has requested to leave Alba and Bryn Gorrydum, the only home she knows, to go to Terre D'Ange on what she claims is in the name academic pursuit to learn the history of their neighbours and, on a secret personal agenda, to seek out any information that could help her answer the questions she has about herself without raising a red flag.