Post by shaeman on Apr 2, 2011 15:09:50 GMT -5
MIRA AIDHEAN BAIS
Haunted Quiet Reserved
Haunted Quiet Reserved
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name:Mira Aidhean Bàis
Significance of Name: Mira is just a name. Aidhean is death, Bàis is a synonym for death, both in Scottish Gaelic
Nickname(s): None
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Freshman
Celeb you're using: Christa B Allen
Deity:Kerculture Greek
Title of your deity:Goddess of violent and/or cruel death
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance:
Mira stands at about six foot, taller than average for a girl, with a skeletal structure. Her hair is long, usually left loose and, although it looks a dirty blonde colour, it has actually been dyed from its usual black, which she found too depressing. Her face is oval-shaped, with a defined bone structure: high cheekbones and slightly sunken eyes, as if she can never get enough sleep. Her eyes are a pale blue that are almost white, and slightly angled, giving her a feline appearance. Her ears are almost flat against her head adding to the skeletal appearance.
Mira's main distinguishing feature, however, is the knotted scar than runs from the tip of one shoulder to the other, a mark she can't even remember how she got, so she hides it beneath her clothes: t-shirts, jeans, heavy boots and a cloak. Mira has never really understood why she has to wear the cloak, but it feels right. She is also never seen without a small skeleton of a rat with a cloak and a tiny scythe: The Death of Rats.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
Mira is a girl who, on first impressions appears to be dark, moody, cynical and very sarcastic. This is the first layer of her personality, the one that most people see. She gives the impression that she hates everyone and everything, even if it's not true.
The personality she tries to hide is very quiet, as if she's haunted by something. She always seems to be talking to herself, when she is actually talking to the Death of Rats, even if she would like nothing better than to give it up for anything that doesn't squeak at her or have an annoying sense of humour. She does however have the habit of forgetting where she left things like her keys or her phone.
Likes:
- The night
- Forests
- Anything that either barks or neighs
- The company of the Death of Rats
- Gardening
Dislikes:
- The fact that the Death of Rats follows her everywhere, including the shower
- Skeletons
- Snakes
- Maggots
- Maths
Strengths:
- Her scythe (she knows how to use it)
- Ability to use hourglasses to tell the time precisely.
- No nonsense attitude
- Death of Rats: normally used for spying on people
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Weaknesses:
- Scared of the dark
- Claustrophobic
- Seems to talk to herself
- Spends most of her time daydreaming
- The subject of family
Fears: The dark, small spaces
Goal: Being able to control her necromancy so that the skeletons stop following her.
Power/Ability: Necromancy: She can summon the dead into the forms of their skeletons, both human and animal, although she cannot communicate with the animal ones. The summoning itself isn't always deliberate since she doesn't yet have a good grasp on how to control it, so it's not uncommon to see her standing and arguing with a skeleton, telling it to: 'get the hell back to where it came from'.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Place of Origin: The Highlands of Scotland
History:
Mira doesn't know who her birth parents are. She was found by her adoptive parents out on the moors around their home in the highlands when she was three while they were leading a horseback tour. She was taken back to their home and adopted. She was never reported missing.
Things went smoothlyto begin with: helping her parents with their holiday horseback tour business and working hard at school until she started her final year of primary. For a project, she had to get the details of her birth but when she asked her parents, they told her about finding her wandering about on the mountains. She became angry with them, shouting at them before she ran from the house back onto the mountains. While sitting on a rock, she longed for the presence of her recently departed canine friend. She nearly screamed as a skeleton slowly assembled itself in front of her. A dog skeleton, but as soon as she touched it, it vanished. Then:
"Squeak." Sitting on her knee, a tiny rat skeleton wearing a black cloak and holding a teeny scythe.
"Who are you?"
"Squeak."
"Death of Rats?"
"Eeck."
Things started downhill. The Death of Rats followed her everywhere she went, including to school. She stopped interacting as much with people, preferring the solitude of standing in the shadows or shutting herself in her room until her parents eventually got her to see a psychologist. This had little effect apart from teaching her how to act as if there was nothing wrong.
At the age of 13, Mira was hiding out in the hay barn. It was one of her favourite places since her parents thought that she was just out with the horses, but she didn't run into any of the stable hands. It was shortly after they had taken a new delivery of hay bales, so they were stacked high. She kicked out at one, ignoring the Death of Rats telling her not to. Slowly, the pile collapsed, trapping her underneath in a tiny, dark, dust-filled hole. She wasn't found for hours, until the next hay round. Since then, she has had a deathly phobia of the dark and of small places.
Shortly after her fourteenth birthday, while out on a hack with her favourite pony, she crossed another person standing in the middle of a field. The person smiled, handed her a letter, and then walked away. After the encounter, when asked what the person looked like, she couldn't remember. The letter in question was inviting her to attend the Pantheon Academy.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
Necromancer
Has the same ideas of humans as tiny ants scurrying around
Is equally cynical
Abandonned by unknown parents (Nyx)
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
A wolf slunk through the streets, followed by a ragged group of stray dogs. It lead the dogs towards a place of complete destruction, hoping to find some food to feed itself and its meagre pack. One dog started to trot forwards until the wolf growled and snapped at it, forcing it back to its place in the pack.
Once they had reached the site, the pack fanned out, sniffing around, snapping at rats. The wolf put its nose to the ground, snuffling. It froze for a moment. There was a scent it had come across in the sewers a couple of times. Each time it had lost one of its pack members. The creature's lips curled back as it growled quietly to itself. It snapped its head up, making a quick head count. All present. The wolf lowered its head again to resume its search for food. Once more, it froze. There was another smell. Not quite like the human smell that it was used to smelling, but still close. With its nose glued to the ground, the wolf followed the trail, curiosity aroused. It couldn't help it. It stopped as it heard a voice. There was a man lying on the ground, seemingly in pain. The wolf tilted its head to one side. It took a tentative step forwards, then another, and another, until it was standing next to the fallen human, sniffing him. He was the source of the strange smell. The wolf had a good snuffle, wondering what made this human different to the others.
For a moment, the wolf did nothing, more engrossed in smelling the human's shoes. Then it padded back up so that it was level with his stomach, sitting back on its haunches, its head tilted to one side. If the man had blinked, he would have missed it. The wolf had been replaced by a girl, a teenager. Black hair was escaping from a tight plait. A few rags of ripped clothing covered her body and tribal-like tattoos adorned her back and shoulders. She was still sitting in the same position as the wolf, her blue-green eyes fixed on his.
"No food?" She asked, disappointed, her head still tilted to one side, as if to clarify that she had indeed heard what he had said. The other stray dogs had started to gather around her, lying on the ruins and panting in a friendly doggy manner.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Shaeman
Age: 16
How long have you been Rping? About five years, give or take a few months.
Where/How did you find us?Phew, I think it was through another RP site…
