[hider=Sad Cow][centre][img]https://gbf.wiki/images/9/9d/Npc_zoom_3040115000_81.png[/img][/centre] [b]Full Name[/b]: Eithne Fiadh Aoibheann O’Murricane [b]Aliases[/b]: White Cow of Kildare [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Crest[/b]: - [b]Family[/b]: O’Murricane [b]Species[/b]: Human? [b]Specialties[/b]: Milk [b]Character Objectives[/b]: Restore her body. [hider=Personality:]A bitter woman who had her future stolen by inhuman creatures. She has little patience for niceties, and speaks her mind without reserve. As stubborn as a bull, and just as quick to rage, particularly when her herd is threatened. Despite that, she’s hardly uncaring. She has strong moral standards, and despises those who carelessly trample over the lives of others. She’ll step up as a hero when necessary. To certain people, though, she can be as sweet as milk. Perhaps it’s the remnants of a personality that was trampled by hardships, or perhaps it’s simply her core nature. The calmness of a grazing creature. The softness of a protective mother. She simply cuts those parts away where possible. She often has trouble telling if certain things are real. As if reality were simply an ephemeral illusion, that could burst apart like a dream at any moment.[/hider] [hider=Background:] The O’Murricane family began centuries ago. A druid, tending to a herd of cows, made a contract with the fae. He would be granted a core for a Magic Crest, but the fae would return in 700 years to reap the fruit of the family’s efforts. The crest was borrowed, so the crest would be returned. Effectively, a time limit on his descendants’ ability to reach the root. And once the crest was taken, it would be as if a tree’s roots were removed. The family would essentially be destroyed. So, the family came up with a countermeasure, of sorts. Rather than making the Crest an organ, they made it into a tree. Each family head would die and feed the tree’s soil, adding to the knowledge of the yew tree in the centre of their grove. As further generations progressed, they took on the practice of beast magecraft. A dangerous method generally, but the family stabilised it - as the heads were overcome with the nature of the beast, they ate the poison of the yew tree, and passed on their knowledge to the crest. A brutal method, but effective, in a way. As a tree grows, it branches, and sheds leaves. Even if the fae were to take back the tree, it was nonetheless a seven-hundred year project that had produced many things that would remain behind - planted in the grove, locked in vaults, entrusted to other families. That way, the fae were deceived. Or so the family thought. Foolish. Perhaps the original words of the contract were lost. Perhaps the family simply convinced the ‘fruit’ of the family’s efforts could be nothing but the Crest. Eithne was the next in line to inherit the headship of the family. She’d taken well to the teachings of the family, and had consumed the fruit of the tree. Her father was excited for her progression, as an intelligent child who had no problem securing a place to study at the Clock Tower. Perhaps it was the blind pride of a father, but he believed that his daughter would prove to revolutionise the entire family. Two days before she was due to leave for London, Eithne disappeared. The fruit of the family’s 700 years was taken. Seven years later, she found her way back to the world, after a long journey through an alien land. The fae had hardly considered her a prisoner - rather, her theft was meant to catalyse something interesting. The repayment of a debt, and the start of a heroic epic, just as all the various epics of Ireland began with the theft of a cow. By her return, perhaps destabilised by the grief of her disappearance, her father had already given himself to the crest tree, which remained unstolen. She could never return to the family’s work. The fairies had altered her body, stealing her fertility. Certainly, she had her own life to live. But as a Magus, she represented a dead end. After realising that, it was hard not to become bitter. Upon hearing of the Holy Grail War, and the ability to make a wish - well, her attendance went without saying. [/hider] [b]Country[/b]: Ireland [b]Affiliations[/b]: Mercenary [b]Rank[/b]: - [b]Alignment[/b]: Neutral Good [hider=Magecraft:] [b]Circuit Switch[/b]: The sensation of being milked [b]Number of Circuits[/b]: B [b]Quality of Circuits[/b]: B [b]Elemental Affinity[/b]: Fire, Water [b]Origin[/b]: - [b]General Magecraft[/b] The basics. [b]Beast Magecraft[/b] Magecraft based around bringing forth the aspects of beasts. In particular, Eithne makes use of cows and bulls. The strength of bulls, to fight. The fertility of cows, to align with druidcraft. [b]Familiars (Fae Cattle)[/b] A herd of cattle consisting of both cows and bulls. Not true Fae cattle, but rather akin to half-bloods. Not created by the family, but bred over generations. Their fae ancestry can be glimpsed by their white colour and red ears. Most aren’t true familiars, but rather simply a herd used to produce milk. The lead bull, however, as the guardian of the herd while Eithne is absent, is a true familiar, and has the strongest trace of Phantasmal blood. [b]Sacred Milk[/b] The production of milk. Milk as a river that feeds the land. Milk as nourishment for the body. A mana-rich and nourishing milk that serves to encourage the growth of all life. Both that which grows in the earth, and that which walks the earth. [b]Druidcraft [/b] A broad form of Magecraft revolving around nature and its cultivation, drawing out the meanings and power of trees and plants, healing techniques, and taking on aspects of animals. In particular, Eithne specialises in the fast growth of plants into a grove, as well as the sacrifice of plants by fire for various effects. [b]Lamentation Engine Banshee[/b] A fae modification, made to Eithne after her kidnapping. The removal of her womb, and its replacement with an engine that turns sadness into magical energy. It is coloured with those feelings, and can only be used as an invisible attack transmitted through a banshee-like screaming. The greater the loss, the greater the power. The misery of being ripped from one’s home. The sorrow of being a living dead end for one’s own family. The mourning of the family lost in the time it took to return. To the fae, even these were simply toys to play with.[/hider] [hider=Mystic Codes and Items:] Claiomh Solais A sword received from fairies. A sword of light and fire. It is not ‘the’ Claiomh Solais, nor is it a mystic code imitating it. Rather, it is a single instance of the recurring fae phenomenon that is the sword Claiomh Solais. A fae construct received by completing three tasks within the land ruled by those beings. It is a sword carrying the concept of light, sparking into fire as it is fed magical energy. Eithne has modified it to have a prana battery in the pommel. Seeds An enormous variety and quantity of plant seeds. Sacred Milk A large supply of the milk that Eithne’s cows can produce. More can be made, but a good starting supply is essential for her magecraft.[/hider] [hider=Non-Magical Talents:] Farming The talent to run a farm. Includes economic management, animal husbandry, and various modern and ancient farming techniques. Cooking Culinary ability, particularly using dairy products and beef. Swordsmanship The ability to fight with swords. Of no particular style, learned among the fae. One can consider it an unpredictable, flashy method that might trip up even a veteran swordsman.[/hider][/hider]