Post by ``Gab Fraser on Mar 21, 2009 14:09:42 GMT -8
``AINVAR MAHON BAN PADRAIC MAC CENNEDDI
"There is a pattern. From star to tree to insect, each fragment of creation is part of one design, the pattern of being, that extends unbroken from the otherworld to this world. The pattern is constantly in motion, connecting us in life and in death to the Source of All Being."
"But how do you recognize the pattern?"
"Now you give voice to one of the greatest of questions. When you know the answer, you will know yourself to be a druid. You will have learned from experiance to feel the pattern in your bones and your blood. I cannot transfer my own experiance to you, each must find his own. But I can tell you about the pattern.
"People who pray for luck are really seeking to grasp the pattern, Ainvar. There is no such thing as luck, that is only a word for being able to control events. The few who intuitively follow the pattern as it applies to themselves appear to have luck, for they are, without knowning it, drawing on the forces of creation. When they deviate from the pattern they lose contact with those forces, and thus with the power that influences events. Then we say they have become unlucky. When things work out well for you, you will know you are following your pattern as you should."
They christened me Moira/Breey/Windy/Thunder/Bob/Pureginius and I’ve fought through fifteen summers. They say I’m hyper, fun, and clever and I’m not planning to change any time soon. I read carefully and I have found that the magic words are admin edit. Many masks hang upon my castle wall, but I hide behind Nonalie de Morangias, Jennifer MacKenzie, Tamara Hunter {Firekeeper}, Eachann mac Alasdair and I’ve been playing this game of Risk for three years and people say I’m d*** good at it.
♠ ♠ deep in the h e a r t l a n d ♠ ♠
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Nickname(s) >> ain
Age>> thirty-nine
Gender>> male
Date of Birth>>march. twenty first. 3:09 pm. 1476
Kingdom
Social Class>> born to the warrior class. initiated as a druid. council member
Occupation[/color]>> druid. council member
Religion>> druidism
Race>> human
Martial Status>> single
Sexuality[/color]>> heterosexual
Face Claim>> mads mikkelsen
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♠ ♠ we stand like b r o t h e r s ♠ ♠
[/color]>>;;mourrough aoin mackenzie. paternal grandsire. deceased
FAMILY>>.pending.
Father >> kenneth fionnlagan mackenzie.deceased
Mother>> genevieve meadhbh macdonald mackenzie.deceased
Siblings>> mourrough padraic mackenzie.brother.deceased
Extended Family
;;padraic murtaugh macdonald. maternal grandsire. deceased
;;mahon seaumas mackenzie. paternal maternal great grandsire. deceased
;;ainvar ceallach mackenzie. paternal paternal great grandsire. deceased
;;fergus artair macdonald. maternal uncle - mother's older brother
;;osgar luag macdonald. maternal uncle - married to mother's sister ceana
;;ceana gormal macdonald. maternal aunt - mother's younger sister
;;dearbhail una macdonald. maternal cousin
;;sorcha muireall macdonald. maternal cousin
;;robert james mackenzie. paternal cousin twice removed. deceased
;;mary janet livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;brianna joy livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;lucas malcolm james livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;jennifer olivia alexander livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;mary anne robert livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;william john livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;connor edward david livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
;;alexander dominic mason livingston mackenzie. paternal cousin thrice removed
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♠ ♠ raggle taggle g y p s y - o ♠ ♠
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C O M P A S S I O N A T E T H O U G H T F U L C A L M
I N T E L L I G E N T K I N D L Y
Strengths >>[li]
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Flaws>>
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Likes[/color]>>
[/li][li] cooperation
[/li][li] independence in everyone
[/li][li] sitting back and watching others
[/li][li] listening to the bards play and sing
[/li][li] singing songs
[/li][li] honesty in himself and others
[/li][li] all of nature
[/li][li] eating good food
[/li][li] his family and the memories he has of them
[/li][li] doing a good deed
[/li][li] being in the company of good friends
[/li][li] daatrama, his [some sort of bird of prey]
[/li][li] aoife, his horse
[/li][li] taking time to think things through
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Dislikes[/color]>>
[/li][li] politics
[/li][li] discord and strife
[/li][li] pretentious people
[/li][li] fighting. amongst family and friends or war
[/li][li] lies
[/li][li] selfishness
[/li][li] blood shed
[/li][li] wasting of resources
[/li][li] sulis, the woman
[/li][li] being helpless/ unable to do anything
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♠ ♠ shoulder to s h o u l d e r ♠ ♠
[/color]>> 195 pounds
APPEARANCE>>.pending.
Hair >> medium. dark brown. straight
Eyes>> brown
Height>> 5 ft 11.75 in (182 cm).
Weight
Skin Tone[/color]>> white. tan
Body Type[/color]>> muscular. compact
Distinguishing Marks[/color]>>.pending.
Clothing[/color]>> druid clothing. worn for everyday uses and for ceremonial uses.
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♠ ♠ forever ireland's c a l l ♠ ♠
FULL HISTORY>> .pending.
because my history has turned out to be epic when only at the very first third of his life, and can only grow longer, i have begun to/do fear that it will get too long for this post...that is why i have shifted it the post below, so that there's more room...
sorry, pretty eyes...
National Heritage >> scotland
Accent>> scottish brogue
Languages Spoken>> common. scots gaelic. irish gaelic. latin
Other>>.pending.
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♠ ♠ caledonia, you're calling m e ♠ ♠
Role Playing Sample>>
The two wolves had retreated, but they were still full of curiosity. However, for all that they wanted to further observe the odd creatures, their instincts told them that now was the time to go back to the pack. The Ones would be wondering what was going on, and would expect the two youngsters to return and report.
The Ones were the leaders of the pack, the One female the only pack member allowed to have pups, the One male the only on allowed to breed with the One female. They had not always been the Ones, Firekeeper knew. Since she known this pack, there had been three One males. Firekeeper had actually seen many of the now grown wolves of the pack (including the Ones) when they were but blind pups nudging their way through life. She was older than all of the wolves in the pack, and yet she was not. By wolf standards, she was just a pup. A slow, weak, nose-dead pup with a pathetic excuse for hair.
Firekeeper knew that she was not as great as the normal shaped wolves, and greatly longed to be so. Many of the younger wolves would tease her, and mock her lack of ability. The older would care for her as best as they could, but they viewed her as a pup of the pack, and for the most part treated her accordingly.
But the thing that all the wolves had in common was a love for the pale, fur-less pup they had among them. They affectionately called her 'Little Two-legs', and brought her game when they could. Sometimes they even waited before gorging on their kill to let Firekeeper take the skins, a thing unheard of to the wolves outside the pack - for what wolf waits when they must take?
The name 'Firekeeper' had been given to the young wolf when she learned the art of starting and taming the fires. The wolves had taught her, and she had learned. It had been a great honor, to be the only wolf with the ability to start and keep the flames: and so, in honor of this achievement, the female had been given the name Firekeeper.
The art of fire had not been the only thing that the wolves had taught the budding young wolf - they had given the pup the cold stick called Fang , the leather pouch called Mouth, and the knowledge of how to use them, and how to keep them in condition.
The wolves had also taught Firekeeper how to tan hides, and to make a pelt of sorts from them. It had taken many, many, many hours of trial and error before they had achieved success, many hard, angry, fruitless hours - but the result had been worth it, for now the Little Two-legs had a pelt, and now longer needed to rely on the soft heat of the wolves to survive the cold winters. Well, there was the little issue of the openings chafing on the young wolf's skin, but that was minor to the threat of frost-bite and other winter maladies
The pelt was also something that the younger wolves teased about, for what wolf needs to borrow another animal's skin to stay warm? This of course had been met with attacks on Firekeeper's part, her Fang drawn and her ire arisen. Some times, Firekeeper won, and other times, the younger wolves won.
One of the wolves that Firekeeper had fought had been Blind Seer, a younger male that had been born just after Rip had become One male (Rip was not Blind Seer's father) a few summers past. The male had been mocking her slow movements, and Firekeeper had grown angry, as was her wont. What had resulted was a well-matched battle, of which in the end had been won by the blue-eyed wolf. Blind Seer, while still feeling slightly superior (hah! slightly? He had won, and had felt like a One for a few moments), had also gained an admiration for the Little Two-legs, who had proved stronger than first imagined.
They had formed a friendship, and Blind Seer had occasionally popped up and hunted with his sister.
Just as he had today, when the call had sounded. Their investigations had proved to be fruitful, and now they needed to return to the den.
Firekeeper was running as fast as her two legs could take her, which was not all that fast. What she wanted, longed for, was the four legs and powerful paws that would allow her to stretch out and achieve incredible speeds; she hated how at her fastest she was no match for her kin, and hated how many of the wolves would slow down for her, because she could not keep up. They moderated their speed for her, when they should be running at the speeds they're capable of.
But then, there was much Firekeeper disliked about her form.
Beside her, Blind Seer was pacing, his tail stick straight out behind him. His jaws were open, and the pink of his tongue flashed behind large white teeth. If one were attentive to the nuances of the wolves, they would have known that Blind Seer was grinning. For him, this was all in great fun - the typical youthful wolf attitude.
Firekeeper, however, was not so pleased. Rather, she was confused. What was the strange creature that was shaped some-what like a deer bu pranced and shied as a deer did not? And the creature that sat atop the deer-but-not, why was it here? She did not know the answers, and very very much wished that she did.
By the time they arrived to the clearing where the pack's winter den was, Firekeeper had worked herself up into a tizzy, and was stressed.
The two wolves were greeted by almost all the pack members, including the Ones, and the most lesser wolf that Firekeeper privately called the Whiner. Wolf greeting were not the same as human greetings, and involved quite a lot of rough-housing and flashing of fangs. To an outsider that knew nothing about wolves, this would seem as if they were fighting. But to Firekeeper, it was proof that she belonged with them, and was something she very much enjoyed.
When the greetings were done, Firekeeper's already silvered-arms bore a few more knew scratches that trickled small streams of blood.
Without any preliminaries, the One male asked them, " What did you see?"
By some un-spoken agreement, the two youngsters had agreed that Firekeeper would speak, and so it was she that told what they had seen, with Blind Seer interjecting only when Firekeeper left out a detail. When they had finished, the One female had said, "They have come." And then she had told the wolves something that had never before been told to the young wolf called Firekeeper.
"Firekeeper, when your mother gave you to us, we promised her one thing: that when your pack came to look for you, we would give you back."
The One female paused, then, to make sure Firekeeper had understood.
"I believe this may be time - and no, you may not stay here," she added, when Firekeeper shifted in preparation to argue. "You belong with your kin, and so you shall go. Watch, learn, approach. You are our family, yes, but you belong with those that are as you are."
And then, with a sad look in her eyes, the One female had dismissed the wolf-pup. And the wolf pup had gone. Gone to follow the trail of the odd creature, gone to find that what is as her form was, gone to follow the orders of her One female.
Firekeeper did not really believe what the One female had said. She was a wolf, trapped in this odd form. And that was that.
As Firekeeper ran, she denied all thoughts of what the One female had said. She did not wish to deal with it until she was alone in in her den, without the need to be anywhere. And then, and then....she'd deal with it then.
Firekeeper had been running for a short amount of time when she realized that something was follwing her. She halted, scanned the landscape, and made a noise when she recognized the gray form of a wolf. The wolf had not stopped loping, and as it came closer, Firekeeper saw that it was Blind Seer. "I am curious, still," the wolf offered, and Firekeeper grunted. And they ran.
It was not long that they found the strange cretures. They were seperate, now, and the creature that had sat on top was now moving about. It seemed pretty random and pointless to Firekeeper at first glance, until Blind Seer had said, "See how he-" Blind Seer had gotten whiff of the creature when a gust of wind had blown, and had discerned the true gender "-moves from place to place? It's organized, and calculated. Watch on, Little Two-legs."
Credits
This application was made by The Infamous Peregrine (me) on Swords of Speirling. The lyrics were taken from Celtic Thunder's Heartland, Raggle Taggle Gypsy-o, Ireland's Call and Caledonia. Do not steal.
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