 Alias/Alternate Identities:: None Birth/Given Name:: Siobhan De Dannan Nick Name(s):: Tempy, Sio Titles:: Temptress, and one she hides Race:: Sidhe/Human Gender:: Female Age:: Unknown Apparent Age:: Late 20's Date and Place of Birth:: The Glen Realm of Origin:: Truly Hidden and Unknown Physical Appearance Eyes:: Fading shades of brown Hair:: Cinnamon, Long and unruly at times, hangs just above her knees loose or restrained Height:: 5’8” Weight:: Unknown Skin:: White or Tanned (depending on season) Physical flaws or quirks:: Scar on her left side starting mid-thigh stretching to just under her armpit. Fading scars upon her back where her wings once were. Weaknesses:: PEACHES!!! CHOCOLATE!!! Flirting…none of which are deadly, but more of distractions Abilities/Powers/Techniques Fighting Style(s):: Refrains from it, but can protect herself T1 if need be. Natural/Innate:: Empathy, finally under her control. Telepathy, High sense but not mastered. Element and Nature control or manipulation…full extent of her abilities undiscovered, except on rare occasions that they seem to control her, but these things she writes off as The Fates toying with her. Learned/Trained:: Healing, both conventional and magickal. Swordplay Specialties:: Temptation, Peacekeeping, Empathic Transfer, Fire and Water Manipulation (she has only once used it against someone {though she doesn’t remember}) mostly used for distraction or need. Armor/Equipment/Weapons Armor:: None, though never found far from her cloak. Weapons of Choice:: Laughter and Distraction Concealed Weapons:: Has a dagger upon her thigh, and a hidden dagger set within her bodice. Special Equipment and Items of Note:: A blackish-purple cloak, fashioned by the oldest of magic. This cloak proves to be her best protection. Made to conceal her from their fathers ever powerful eye, it actually hides her from all others. The only one that would ever be able to find her within its folds would be the one that fashioned it. Mirage- A golden wolf with piercing blue eyes, of normal size, but extremely protective and fast. Will always put herself, between Tempy and danger, though can most times be found lounging, close by. Mirage was killed in an attack Siobhan still doesn't remember and is laid to rest at the forests edge that borders Temptation lands. History Seated in the far corner of the tavern, her back to the wall watching the doors nervously. She wraps tightly in her cloak, to shield herself from any bounty hunters; she has time to reflect on the past few months and more so her time here. God how it seems like a lifetime ago since the nightmare began, tears now streaking her cheeks. Pulling the cloak tighter fading out of sight, she allows exhaustion to take her. Everything swirling around her...she did not come here looking for a new destiny, she did not come here for anything but a place to lie down for the night...now so much has happened, a nearly fatal fall, a proposal a marriage, a demand to be a sextoy, a love found and lost, an offer to become an Everlast, a show of anger she has never known, and neck wound that will not let her forget, and now a Inn and Tavern of her own, well one that she opened with another...And something she has never felt before a feeling of home, caring and belonging. From as early as she could remember she never belonged. Born in a lovely glen not far from Avencourt Island in Orrin. She was not as she is now...she was born of the death of Danu, blessed by all...born Fae, and not just any birthright she was born to unite the realms and reign over them all. Growing up 8th of 9 children and the only girl made her strong. Her father hated it and tried to break her of it constantly reminding her that she was not ladylike, in manners or form. One day he saved her; she was betrothed to a prince in another land angry and not going to marry for anything other than love, she refused at the announcement celebration. Her father furious and the other King demanding that she be dealt with her father sentenced her to the worst fate he could think of. NO there would be no leniency for her, this child that he despised. Sentenced to die as a human, all but two of her powers removed: empathy and telepathy, Her wings literally torn from her back in a public display of punishment. She was left to heal for 3 days in the center of the Glen. Her youngest brother coming to free her the night before her execution; telling her to flee. Leaving with only the most basic of powers that he could bestow back to her, and a magical cloak he gave her, she ran. This cloak would prove to be her best protection and more. Made to conceal her from their fathers ever power eye, it actually hid her from others for that fact the only one that would ever be able to find her within its folds would be the one that fashioned it. Not only that but it held within it healing power for her and had saved her after the fall. Looking for the one that all are made from, The Elusive One, ending up finally, months later in a beautiful garden listening to the sounds of laughter and music from outside, she stumbled in. Still not completely healed, tired and hungry. Just stay the night and be gone, that didn't happen. Hearing it in the trees, she knew that the mercenaries were coming for her. Her choice die or marry the prince. Death being more appealing to her before; is no longer and option, she leaves to continue her quest to find a way out of her hell. With sadness in her heart she left the home of MST, and walked alone. Returning back to MST, her soul a bit lost to her, even her appearance changed, her deep brown eyes, now a soft golden brown. The Elusive One, had heard her plight and her father was no more, she however would never be able to return to what she was destined to be, her birthright a small price to pay for the freedom to live and love without worry. So she thought without worry,still blessed with her abilities when everything started spinning out of control at MST, it nearly drove her mad. Everyone's emotions so close to the surface, overloading her empathy. She spent more time away from her beloved home than she did there. Not wanting to bring any shame to Mistress Cupid or the rest of her family by having an outburst or worse, she just stayed away. With the exception of the times her sisters and her caused trouble, which seemed to be anytime they were all together. Each day she became a bit more human, but more surprising was that with each day that passed the basic powers her brother bestowed upon her got stronger, deciding that it was better to not let them be known, she worked on them in secrecy. One day watching a friend lost in madness, feeling the abyss of his pain, she sat and talked with him...or was it she got lost in his madness? She herself is uncertain but sees it as a blessing. Everything happens for a reason, she tells herself, and that night proved to be the birth of Temptation Inn & Tavern, a new home, their new home, Surrounded with friends and new family, she thrives. well for the most part. Getting lost in the petty hatred surrounding her, she held to her own persona, fighting back the anger and hatred around her, her face always held a smile for everyone. Many times she was shown that trust was not something that one should ever do, but still she did, for all until proven otherwise. Having heard of her brothers disappearance, her heart beat wildly when she left home. Cursing herself now for not taking time to gather at least her wits about her, wandering into the night a few nights back, blinded by the deepest of fears for her brother. She ran towards the glen she knew so well as a child, taking only the magical cloak he had given her the night she fled her execution, and a small pack of fruits and herbs. Running blindly once again this time towards home and possible death, but she has to know, he risked everything to save her and now he was missing. Knowing her family as well as she did, she could only imagine, and hope she was wrong. Stopping now, pulling the cloak back from her face a bit the light of the moons blinding her slightly. She was lost and she knew it for she had never seen a sky such as this. Turning her pale topaz eyes to the town that showed brightly before her, or at least another mirage of one, she pads on. Her ever-present bare feet carrying her silently and lightly even across this terrain. She had to laugh, this is how her adventure had started and this could very well be how it ended. Wandering lost with nothing but a cloak that concealed her from everyone and thing except the one who fashioned it for her brother, and a small sack of things. Slowing her steps as she nears the edge of the city. blinking several times still unsure if real or mirage. Settling down upon the ground, her form concealed within her cloak she begins to weep. Never before had she been so lost. At least last time she had the ability to read minds, and that let her know where she was safe, but now she didn't have that except for a few uncontrolled times that it chose to come to her. Her empathy still rung true in her but what good would that do? Tell her when someone was going to hurt her, or was angry themselves. Cursing softly she weighs her options, she has no food or drink left and she hasn't slept in days. Take a chance, or continue on, laughing aloud tossing the hood of the cloak back. "Oh Siobhan you are not even sure this place is actually here why are you worrying so about it now? Blinking she looks to her very large elaborate mirage. Shivering against the nights cold or maybe it was the rage brewing within the land itself. Something was so terribly wrong this time, and she had no strength to even fight it, nothing left. Looking at the tiny hands her body held she wondered how she ever made it as far as she did, let alone thrive in a realm that was unfriendly to her. Covered with bruises and cut now the hands showed nothing a the lady she had become or the fae that she had once been, struggling with the thoughts of each her mind bounces in and out of lucidity. Peering back up at the mirage, the chill of the storm shaking her to her core. Blackness ebbing in at the corners her minds eye continues to play with her. Blinking every time the eyes getting lost a little longer in the back of her mind. Forcing them open yet again everything was spinning playing jokes on her. Swaying with the breeze so strong but not felt. Yes the bump on her head from the fall only hours ago, was taking more of a toll than she thought. Dear Gods she was alone and going to die without leaving word for anyone where she would be, not that any would miss her soon, for she had been a bit of a hermit lately. Pulling the cloak back a bit her hand searching out the bump on her head, the sticky sweetness of blood still caking her long cinnamon tresses to her head. Pulling the hand back down her eyes look to the bruised and cuts. Blackness pulling at her forcefully her mind screams at the unknown and she curses herself yet again. Falling back against the soft ground cinnamon locks spilling out all around her, the open cloak only revealing her exposed arm and part of her face not covered. The only tell tale signs that anyone was there. Siobhan pull it together she forces herself to open her eyes, only for moment and a glimpse of something not possible not real. Lost to the depths of exhaustion her mind plays with the lives she has lead and the people that have come into it, and a brother that sacrificed all for her that now in her current state she will never be able to repay. "The Moon so strange, where I have I come to die?" Her mind slipping deeper into the blackness that swirls around her, whirlpools pulling her deeper under taking away the breath that she needs. The storm was brewing loudly around her keeping her minds eye focused enough not to just surrender to the sweet call of the darkness. Tricks upon her eyes and soul, she's seen Him in the Storm... But Her story was far from over, many things have shaped her and changed her, now she follows the call home. Home where she was safe and could recover from her last encounter. |
