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[color=009A49][sub][i]My home has been ruled by thieves for a thousand years. Your Heptarchy is nothing new.[/i][/sub][/color][/center]
[color=009A49][b]Name:[/b][/color]
[indent]Róisín Morrígan Ó Goídel[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Age:[/b][/color]
[indent]19[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
[indent]Cailín[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
[indent]Róisín is short and slight of build, her most striking feature being the conflagration of red hair that hangs down to her waist. She has dark blue eyes, a plain, freckled face, and is almost always covered in dirt or greenery. Traditional tattoos wrap around her right leg, stretching up the length of her back: dots, lines, animal designs, all with deep cultural significance to her. Róisín wears as little of her uniform as she can get away with; she is typically barefoot with her trousers rolled up to her knees, and her doublet slung over her shoulders when she deigns to wear it.[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
[indent]To most, Róisín is a solemn, taciturn figure, reserved yet stalwart. This is largely the face that Róisín chooses to show strangers, as it masks her intense compassion, as well as her fiery temper. Ever her parents' daughter, she is amazingly willful, practically bull-headed, and passionate about her values and beliefs. However, she is both pragmatic and intelligent, and understands that there is a time and place for brute force, as well as for softer approaches. Like her grandmother from whom she learned her oldest and most potent magic, Róisín is unimpressed with grandeur, and never at a loss for a trick.[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Background:[/b][/color]
[indent]Róisín descends from an ancient line of mages and kings hailing from a land known as Fenn. A land of green fields, blue skies, wooded mountains, clear lakes, and singing rivers. Fenn was conquered in the long-forgotten days before Magisters’ Republic of Cresvald. At the time, Fenn was ruled peacefully by three royal lineages of druid-kings, but their fertile lands were coveted by an ancient sorcerer lord known to history as Fomori, who ruled a neighboring territory called Eochu. When the Fennish kings came under attack by Fomori's magic and forces, they attempted to unite under a single banner and defend their home, but by the time they had elected one among their number as High King, it was already too late, as their armies had been swept away and their loyal mages killed or turned against them.

A long era of suffering followed for the Fennish people. Fomori, an immortal mage-king, raped their land for resources for hundreds of years, and indentured the Fennishmen to slavery and servitude in his wars against the other mage-kings of the era. Later, when the Magisters convened and formed the Republic of Cresvald, Fomori was one among their number, and Eochu (and its conquered holdings) became one of the Republic's heartland prefectures. While the formation of the Republic did away with much of the cruelty of the old days, the Fennish still could not practice many of their traditional magical rights, as they had been outlawed as necromancy. For these myriad reasons, Fennish people departed their homeland in great numbers over many years to wander the other prefectures and countries. For this reason, Fennishmen have the reputation across Cresvald as itinerant healers, tinkers, cooks, brewers, musicians, and (among less welcoming peoples) thieves.

Róisín was born in the boggy lands south of Cliath, the dilapidated capital of Fenn. Both of her parents were descendants of Fenn's murdered kings and druids, and were held in high esteem by traditional Fennishmen as leaders and protectors of their oldest sacred rites, including Fennish magic and ancestor worship (both derided as "necromancy" by the Magisterium). For this reason, when the Heptarchy split over the ethics of necromancy and the Republic was riven with civil war, Róisín's parents declared the independence of the Fennish people, and joined the secessionist alliance. Inheritors to a centuries-long legacy of dissent and rebellion, they formed a guerilla resistance movement known as the Black Rose, which had its heart and headquarters in the dense, fae-infested wetlands of their home, but spread its influence across Cresvald through enclaves of diasporic Fennishmen. In the early days of the war their guerilla tactics were blunt but effective, and often resulted in enormous enemy casualties, resulting in their movement's derisive nickname, "the Bloody Rose."

For reasons that to this day she can only guess at, Róisín's parents involved her as part of the war effort from day one. Having undergone noesis the same year that the war began, her magical training came simultaneously to her training as guerilla fighter and potential leader for a rebel movement. While Róisín was never a warrior and never took up arms against the Magisterium, her magical talents were shaped toward the practical applications of healing and protection by her mother, herself an accomplished mage, so that Róisín could mend and care for Fennish soldiers wounded in the war. All the while, her father's mother tutored her in their people's traditional rites and magic, kept secret from the Magisterium for a thousand years.

Róisín's father was killed in the Siege of Pontaion, and the war ended soon after. As the presumed leader of the Black Rose, her mother Banba Ó Fintán was invited to the peace talks that followed the secessionists' defeat. Recognizing the Fennish people's many valid concerns, the Magisterium made concessions within Belworth’s Law to preseve the religious rights of their people, and appointed Banba as Adjutant-Prefect to the prefecture of Eochu, so that she might continue to lead and support her beleaguered people. With her mother's recommendation Róisín was sent to the Glynwood Institute as a show of good faith, though she herself wonders if she's more like a hostage. Her own feelings regarding the war's resolution are complex, but she finds herself sympathetic toward the remaining cells of the Black Rose that have refused to accept the peace accords her mother to which her mother agreed.[/indent]
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[color=009A49][b]Attunement:[/b][/color]
[indent]Tellurian[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Aura: [/b][/color]
[indent]The warm, dark, pure, embracing veil of death. Night settling over an ancient bog. The light of a full moon, fireflies, the smell of peat.[/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Magic: [/b][/color]
[indent]Róisín's magical abilities largely relate to the traditional magic of her people and their verdant, boggy home. Considered for hundreds of years to be merely profane necromancy, Fennish magic is attuned to the natural cycles of life and the earth. Growth and decay, bounty and blight, birth and death. She can speak with and command beasts and plants, both living and dead, bend the elements of air, wood, and water to her will, and can heal the sick and wounded, as well as inflict venom and diseases. She also knows a little of charming magic, the rituals of Geas, and how to call upon the ancestral spirits of her people.[/indent]
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[color=009A49][b]Arcane Items:[/b][/color]
[indent]To keep her safe in Glynwood, Róisín was entrusted with two of her family's relics. First is her father's spear, which stands considerably taller than she does. With a haft of old hazel and a head of beautifully embellished bronze, the spear held powerful enchantments over life and death in her father's hands, but is now mostly inert in Róisín's. She uses it as a magical focus, as well as a deterrent for anyone who wants to cause trouble with her. The other is her grandmother's cauldron, an ancient pot of pitted, dark metal. Any food, potions, or other victuals brewed or cooked within the cauldron gain fortifying properties, and will never rot or go stale within the cauldron as long as a fire burns under it. [/indent]
[color=009A49][b]Other:[/b][/color]
[indent]I'm not going to write her thick-ass Munster accent but feel free to imagine one.[/indent]

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