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History: Sorcha awoke in Castle Marrach with troubling questions and no certain answers, and soon became a Chronicler to try and discover the truths within. She is plagued by dark dreams and a sense of foreboding that she cannot easily name. Although she believes her past life mother to be Zenaida D’Accipiter, she remembers very little of her actual past. She possesses traits of a dark heritage she cannot verbalize which cause her no small inner conflict.

She abhors weakness in any form, and considers those who exhibit as much to be beneath her. She would not hesitate to be cruel if she felt it would bring another to strength. She loves to test the boundaries and limits of those around her, but intrinsically believes there are few who possess the quality of soul to know how to be true to their nature. Fiercely introspective, she questions everything yet has shared her innermost thoughts with perhaps only three souls.

Confidants: One, unnamed.

Occupation: Chronicler of the Court

Close acquaintances or other notable familiars : Eben, Duren, Zenaida, Sorchaa (deceased),Dariel, Ravelyn, Duraze, Angron, Rand.

Character Traits: High Integrity, Opinionated, Stubborn, Curious, Fearless, Highly Ideological, Multi-faceted, Loyal, Dark, Virtuous. Sensual, Passionate, Contradictory, Honest, Hidden, Perceptive. Highly Intuitive, Coldly Analytical. Vicious if betrayed, Cynical. Would not hesitate to kill for the right cause, would not hesitate to die for the right reason. Prefers the company of men above women for primarily intellectual reasons. Secretly adores and abhors men and is distrustful of most save a very select few.

Soulmate: ...

Physical: Imperfectly flawed, darkly romantic, and utterly virtuous, Sorcha is the personification of a dark wingless bird or a shadow. Not the physical norm, she is strangely attractive if not classically beautiful. Ethereal, perhaps. Haunting. Tall, long-legged, alabaster-skinned and quite thin with a long, aquiline nose and a short jaw, her one disarming feature would be her expressive eyes. Her hair is wild and unbound, the color of Raven’s wings and usually windblown preferring the windswept courtyard to the company of people where she can often be found scribing by candlelight. Her description reads:

Sorcha is a tall, lissome woman of alabaster complexion with a full head of feral blue black hair, waist-length and windblown. Almond-shaped deep green eyes return your gaze from beneath arched eyebrows and a smooth forehead. You also note her aquiline nose, sensual lips, full mouth, short jaw, high cheeks and small ears. She is wearing black leather gloves, a black leather bodice, a black leather pouch, black leather boots, a black wool hooded cloak, an aquamarine silver earring, black leather pants, an aquamarine silver armband, an aquamarine silver earring and a burgundy muslin long-sleeved shirt.

She can be seen wearing a Crescent Moon Pendant she never removes.

She doesn’t have a natural inclination to dress for others, loathes overtly feminine colors, and prefers simplistic elegance such as a quiet silver piece of jewelry against a black outfit. Her favorite outfit is her black leather dueling garb because of its sleek utilitarian functionality. She loves the feel of cold steel in her hand nearly as much as a quill or a book.

Her Primary Motivation: Independence, the pursuit of knowledge and absolute control. Can be manipulative and controlling to obtain whatever it is she ardently pursues; however she finds few things worth her time.

Relevant Quotes:

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." - Francis Bacon

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire. - Robert Browning

One half the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other. - Jane Austen

We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are -Anais Nin

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. - William Shakespeare

All excellent things are as difficult as they are rare. - Baruch (Benedict de) Spinoza

Maybe this world is another planet's hell. - Aldous Huxley

Because I shed no tears, does not mean I have no need to shed them.–Unknown

Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. -Galway Kinnell

Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function. -Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals, 1836

And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. -Rupert Brooke

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 When love is not madness, it is not love. -Pedro Calderon de la Barca

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe. -Victor Hugo

We loved with a love that was more than love. -Edgar Allan Poe