[b][color=007236]Name:[/color][/b] Mallaidh mac Uthechar

[b][color=007236]Age:[/color][/b] 17

[b][color=007236]Gender:[/color][/b] Female

[b][color=007236]Species:[/color][/b] Human

[b][color=007236]World of Origin:[/color][/b] Middles Ages, Earth analogue

[b][color=007236]Are you a member of TRIDENT?[/color][/b] No

[b][color=007236]Appearance: [/color][/b]
She is a lean, wiry girl, with a pale complexion and flat chest, despite being partway towards womanhood. Locks of autumn and embers in a dying hearth frame a square-jawed face. Dazzling emeralds are set in her eye sockets. A faint scar, the ghost of a broken nose, rests between her dark brows. Her hands are calloused from use, and her muscles strong, her size belying this, as she is quite short. 

She wears a white leine under a shawl of thick furs, its flowing sleeves clasped tight to her forearms by leather vambraces. A thick belt holds close hide breeches, and houses various pouches, and the loops for her hatchets; old things with well-worn shafts and age-blackened heads. A thick woollen cloak shields her from the elements, and on her shoulder, a longbow rests next to its quiver. To her right boot, both of which are hardened leather, is strapped a hunting knife. 

The most important of her possessions is an heirloom passed down for many generations: a great, two-handed sword called Fragarach, which resides comfortably in a leather scabbard, itself decorated with charms of metal and bone. This is a sword of legend, forged by Gods, and has many magical properties: it was said that no one could tell a lie or move, with Fragarach at his or her throat. It was also said to place the wind at the user's command and could cut through any shield or wall, and had a piercing wound from which no man could recover. However, nearly all of its magic is lost, and the remnant that remains is merely an imposing sword.
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Somewhat like this visual aid:[/color][/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/77/a7/79/77a779d3c0b96bbdfb250efd7279471a.jpg[/img]

[b][color=007236]Abilities and skills: [/color][/b]
Mallaidh has been taught how to hunt and track, and is adept enough to survive from these skills. She can make a fire use flint and steel, and can field dress most woodland creatures. She is an excellent marksman, though has little love for it, always preferring to spar instead. She favours Fragarach most of all, despite it being only slightly too heavy for her to use proficiently. 

[b][color=007236]History: [/color][/b]
Born as the fourth child of Uthechar mac Bran, a noted lord, and the first daughter, Mallaidh grew up within the stronghold of her family next to Lough Bern, surrounded by servants and guardsmen of her father. From a young age, she was never taken with the womanly arts, and, one day, in a mighty bot of petulance, refused the instruction of her tutor and demanded she be allowed to ride with her brothers and father to hunt. Much to the later dismay of her mother, her father had laughed and agreed. 

Perhaps it should come as no surprise to learn then that Mallaidh was his favourite. He saw the headstrong stubbornness and internal loyalty of his own youth. However, in his sons, he also found uniqueness to hate, despite not wishing to. The firstborn, Miach, was a prideful being, and was so full of arrogance it was sickening. Sreng, the second, had an oily mark on his soul, and something seemed off about him; perhaps it was the ever-present, knowing smile, or the way he managed to look down his nose at everyone, or the way he liked to count his coin. The third, Eirc, was scared of everything, and could not fight to save his life, which he would someday have to. Uthechar’s efforts to quell these traits were unsuccessful, as he was often away with his army on conquest. 

It was through her father, when he was present, and, more often, his men, that she learnt to fight and hunt. 

Miach was the first to die, when he drunkenly agreed to fight a bear, as did two of the spectators, disembowelled or crushed before the bear was slain. 

Eirc died when he was thrown from his horse and landed on his head. Mallaidh mourned the longest for him, for though she could see he would be a shame-bringer for her father, she could also see he had a soft, tender heart. 

Sreng did not die, but, revealing the true blackness of his heart, killed Uthechar during his sleep, and made off with much wealth with a handful of his conspirers. Fragarach had been Uthechar’s until then, and it was passed to the only remaining heir, Mallaidh, who accepted in with much reverence; she remains to treat it with such, oiling and sharpening it when needed. 

Uthechar’s wife, Lelay, fell gravely ill with grief. Mallaidh loved her, despite her disapproval of her chosen path; she had the sweetest voice and the gentlest touch, which brought back memories of a lazy summer breeze and carefree times. The physicians said she had only months to live. 

A scholar spoke of a cure, saying that the Tuatha Dé Danann could treat her with their magic, but she would have to visit Connla’s Well and catch the Salmon of Knowledge, who could give answers on how to enter the Otherworld, to Tír na nÓg, where the Tuatha Dé reside. 

Mallaidh set out without delay, taking and handful of supplies, relying mostly on her instincts, and the skills she had been taught, to survive the wilds. 

After travelling across seas, she found herself caught in a blizzard on a mountain pass. The ground gave way and she fell freely from her horse and into a flurry-filled chasm. 

Then into the Rift.

She was unconscious when Trident found her.