Post by Morgan on Feb 12, 2006 6:02:59 GMT
Background: Morgan is the typical fisherman's daughter...quiet dignity minded with a quirky humor and temper. Being a rather restless child, she often accompnied her father out to the sea to deep sea fish or haul cargo. Smiling, her father knew part of the reason...being of fae blood had a tendency to enjoy raw nature more.
Life continued along normal enough. She grew tall...well, for her family, and dark like her father in hair and eye's. Tanned from year's at sea, and as strong as the winds that tore along the coast.
Her mother was the breaker for her raw wild streak. Teaching her at home her numbers and letters, she far surpassed those of her own grade...just because it was only her and her mother. Her main joy was reading...at first reading for her own enjoyment, later holding weekly meets for other children and having open story time. Having the bard's gift for storytelling, she drew in crowds of local children. Time went on quiet enough...time at sea then time at home with her parents and her estranged uncle.
However...time came when her old uncle brought her aside. For a year, he kept her at sea with him. At first thinking it a respite before her uncle passed, she soon found out different. She was one of the fae-blessed, born with fae blood. Same as her father...same as her uncle had been. His time as fae was passing into dusk he explained...and her time to take up the mantle had come. She learned of the courts, the differnt fae...and of her own lineage, the selkie. She watched in wonder as her uncle buttoned up his old fur coat...replaced by a old harbor seal. Then, his human form seemed to unfold from the fur as if cloth. That first month hurt, plain and simple, for she had loved the old man alot. However, time is not a gentle mistress, nor is the sea. The storm took their lives...and spit her out on the sand, new form and new identity.
Past lives recounted in her mind in that first month...to much to hold and far beyond the training her uncle had given her. She lay there on the sand on the coastline, eventually remembering to unbutton the fur for the first time. The change and exposure caused her to fade...waking up in her home, mother and father smiling down at her awakening.
She tried to continue life as normal, though now spending more time at sea or on the shore than in the shop as she worked with memories not her own. Power's came to be...foresite, trickery inborn to all fae coming out at odd moments sometimes. Thus how she came to know about the local garou, having many waking vision's before the attack on the caern. Managing to survive the ordeal, she once again went back to her normal life helping her mother run their bookshop. But, as with all Selkie, she spends many hours along the shore, wearing her unnaturally warm fur long vest.
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Appearance:Mortal: Very sleek and attractive, she has flowing dark brown hair that reaches to her waist, lightly tanned skin from years on the shoreline and sea. Her eye’s seem huge deep brown pools, and there is a slight webbing between her fingers and toes. Her fae seeming is almost the same though more exaggerated. Also, she seems to drip chimeric water where ever she walks. In seal form, she is a typical harbor seal, though with far more intelligent eyes.
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 12-9
Eyes: Large liquid dark brown, slightly slanted
Hair: Deep brown hair, flowing in waves to her lower back
Race: Irish
Nationality: Irish/Scott’s
Height: 5’6” (In seal form is typical size)
Weight: 112 lbs.
Sex: Female
Mortal Identity: A local born to a sea fisherman. She lives at her father’s home, though he is usually out at sea fishing. She works at their family shop, a local bookshop carrying about everything under the sun…including occult books and some mythology from the area. She works with her mother and a older lady.
Fae Identity: Relatively new, she has yet to find her niche in the court, though her gift for storytelling has earned her favor with a few lesser nobles. Mainly, she chooses to help the local “people’s” with her soothsay gift and knowledge’s kept from previous lives
Life continued along normal enough. She grew tall...well, for her family, and dark like her father in hair and eye's. Tanned from year's at sea, and as strong as the winds that tore along the coast.
Her mother was the breaker for her raw wild streak. Teaching her at home her numbers and letters, she far surpassed those of her own grade...just because it was only her and her mother. Her main joy was reading...at first reading for her own enjoyment, later holding weekly meets for other children and having open story time. Having the bard's gift for storytelling, she drew in crowds of local children. Time went on quiet enough...time at sea then time at home with her parents and her estranged uncle.
However...time came when her old uncle brought her aside. For a year, he kept her at sea with him. At first thinking it a respite before her uncle passed, she soon found out different. She was one of the fae-blessed, born with fae blood. Same as her father...same as her uncle had been. His time as fae was passing into dusk he explained...and her time to take up the mantle had come. She learned of the courts, the differnt fae...and of her own lineage, the selkie. She watched in wonder as her uncle buttoned up his old fur coat...replaced by a old harbor seal. Then, his human form seemed to unfold from the fur as if cloth. That first month hurt, plain and simple, for she had loved the old man alot. However, time is not a gentle mistress, nor is the sea. The storm took their lives...and spit her out on the sand, new form and new identity.
Past lives recounted in her mind in that first month...to much to hold and far beyond the training her uncle had given her. She lay there on the sand on the coastline, eventually remembering to unbutton the fur for the first time. The change and exposure caused her to fade...waking up in her home, mother and father smiling down at her awakening.
She tried to continue life as normal, though now spending more time at sea or on the shore than in the shop as she worked with memories not her own. Power's came to be...foresite, trickery inborn to all fae coming out at odd moments sometimes. Thus how she came to know about the local garou, having many waking vision's before the attack on the caern. Managing to survive the ordeal, she once again went back to her normal life helping her mother run their bookshop. But, as with all Selkie, she spends many hours along the shore, wearing her unnaturally warm fur long vest.
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Appearance:Mortal: Very sleek and attractive, she has flowing dark brown hair that reaches to her waist, lightly tanned skin from years on the shoreline and sea. Her eye’s seem huge deep brown pools, and there is a slight webbing between her fingers and toes. Her fae seeming is almost the same though more exaggerated. Also, she seems to drip chimeric water where ever she walks. In seal form, she is a typical harbor seal, though with far more intelligent eyes.
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 12-9
Eyes: Large liquid dark brown, slightly slanted
Hair: Deep brown hair, flowing in waves to her lower back
Race: Irish
Nationality: Irish/Scott’s
Height: 5’6” (In seal form is typical size)
Weight: 112 lbs.
Sex: Female
Mortal Identity: A local born to a sea fisherman. She lives at her father’s home, though he is usually out at sea fishing. She works at their family shop, a local bookshop carrying about everything under the sun…including occult books and some mythology from the area. She works with her mother and a older lady.
Fae Identity: Relatively new, she has yet to find her niche in the court, though her gift for storytelling has earned her favor with a few lesser nobles. Mainly, she chooses to help the local “people’s” with her soothsay gift and knowledge’s kept from previous lives
