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[sub][color=b0e0e6][b]S O N[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=b0e0e6][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=b0e0e6][b]A R T E M I S[/b][/color] 

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[color=b0e0e6]22     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     heterosexual[/color] 

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[color=b0e0e6][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  Brunette[/color] 

[color=b0e0e6][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  Hazel/ cracked silver[/color] 

[color=b0e0e6][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  6' 6”[/color] 

[color=b0e0e6][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  short and light/restless[/color] 

[color=b0e0e6][b]▹ nicknames [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] [i]Uller[/i] or [i]Iron (insult)[/i][/color] 

 

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/uGjYqsE.jpg[/img] 

 

[color=9b9b9b][sup]"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."[/sup][/color] 

 

[img]https://i.imgur.com/FwysoTq.jpg[/img] 

 

[color=9b9b9b][sup]"The secrets of whispering birds hold meaning only to those who thirst for the nectar of a lie. Not us."[/sup][/color] 

 

[img]https://i.imgur.com/ObmlIdl.jpg[/img] 

 

[color=9b9b9b][sup]"Through the years, I learned that family isn't who you are born to but who you chose along the way."[/sup][/color] 

 

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[color=b0e0e6][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Destiny[/b][/color] - [i]From an early age Fiona was able to catch glimpses of events in the future, sometimes they happened the way she saw them other times they didn’t. Whenever she touched someone she caught fragments of a path they might take, eventually she could work out what parts might change and what was fixed in place. Try as she might she could never see her own.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Infulence Others[/b][/color] - [i]At first, she was only aware of others being gently nudged towards what she wanted them to do, little moments of victory where she shouldn’t have been successful. But as she became more influential, she was able to manipulate almost everyone she encountered one way or another. She’s fallen foul of this gift a few times when her emotions have run rampant with dire consequences, or when her mother has sought to test her resolve.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Temporary Possession[/b][/color] - [i]While manipulating another has certainly been of use to her she’s still uncomfortable with the act, not least of all because of how vulnerable it leaves her body when she does it; so it usually extra planning beforehand. Fiona is scared of lingering too long inside another’s body as she struggles to remember who she is, since it feels like she’s merging with them. Afterwards she is usually exhausted and a few emotions or thoughts linger for a while when she leaves their body but she can barely remember any of them after an hour or two.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Shadow Walker[/b][/color] - [i]Fiona is capable of stepping into the shadows to re-appear almost anywhere from the darkness. This does have its limits of how far apart the two points are that she can manage so it’s mostly short distance. Though due to the space between the shadows in which she travels she’s learned how to squirrel away small items for when she needs them, such as a handful of knives for example so she’s never unarmed for long.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Shadow Walker[/b][/color] - [i]They say that poison is a woman’s weapon, thinking us too feeble to use more direct means. But they underestimate the suffering that can be inflicted, with a single touch or the slice of a tainted blade.[/i] 

 

[color=b0e0e6][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Dexterity[/b][/color] - [i]What Fiona lacks in strength she more than makes up with her agility, often moving quicker than her opponents in a fight she does her best to leverage their own power against them. Or at the very least dodge their blows till they’re tired enough for her to strike.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Guileful[/b][/color] - [i]Fiona was brought up to be honest and true to her family but to cheat and lie to everyone else. Her earliest days were spent running through the throngs of folk attending the carnival to steal the wallets of those who could afford it, and as she grew older, she became one of the criers to lure more in.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Weapon Familiarity[/b][/color] - [i]Fiona has always carried at least one knife for as long as she can remember, with her uncle saying that even if she’s small she can certainly sting. So, she’s made sure to become proficient with it both with and without coating the blade in poison. She also excelled at archery, almost always hitting her mark despite her impediment. However, she does struggle a little beyond 50m as her vision blurs with rapidly moving targets causing her accuracy to drop at that range. Though she’s usually able to hit them when they get closer.[/i] 

 

[color=b0e0e6][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Empathy[/b][/color] - [i]Her mother was very disdainful of Fiona’s love for her family and most of all for her fairly selfless nature. She wants her daughter to be cold and terrible to behold, a weapon she can put to good use. Not a brittle little child. Which Fiona clings onto by her fingertips.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Physical Prowess[/b][/color] - [i]Even though she wasn’t one to shy away from a fight, she could never win on equal footing due to her size so she avoids a fair fight where possible.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Partial Blindness[/b][/color] - [i]When Fiona was about 5, while her family were travelling England their campsite was set ablaze during the night. She sustained minor burns but fragments of metal caught her in the face, leaving her blind in left eye. Though it did earn her the nickname of Iron by people to wind her up.[/i] 

 

[color=b0e0e6][b]F E A R[/b][/color] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Uncertain Fate[/b][/color] - [i]Despite being able to view the future of others, the fact her own remains a mystery both terrifies and exhilarates her. Since she can’t see it, she’s never sure if what she does is of her own free will or simply a pre-determined path she cannot change. She’s also fearful of the future she sees for others that are fixed and filled with pain.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Fire[/b][/color] - [i]Given that one of her earliest memories is waking up screaming while her home burned around her it’s no wonder why she’s often wary of it at the best of times.[/i] 

[color=9b9b9b][b]Hera[/b][/color] - [i]Whatever her mother’s motives are for bringing Fiona to camp, the uncertainty gnaws at her and has settled deep in her stomach. She’s waiting for the other shoe to drop and send her life spiralling even more into chaos. She has more than enough blood on her hands thanks to Hera already.[/i] 

 

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[color=b0e0e6][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] 

[b]Naive[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]Idealistic[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]Honest[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]Wily[/b] 

 

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[color=b0e0e6][b]T H E M E[/b][/color] 

[b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RISDbXVwMcc]Galway Girl[i] – Beth Crowley[/i][/url][/b][color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [b][url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdIDefF_OkQ]Nothing to Forgive[i] – Falconshield[/i][/url][/b][color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMhGdbI6UcY]Warriors[i] – CoCo and The Butterfields[/i][/url][/b] 

 

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[color=b0e0e6][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color] 

The way her grandfather told it her family had been fighting against the oppressive rule of the English their entire lives. But he did so with a twinkle in his eyes since he’d always encouraged her and her siblings to spirit away a little extra coin when pickpocketing from any Bodach. 

 

Her father, [url=https://i.imgur.com/eusfScl.jpg]Declán[/url] and his younger brother [url=https://i.imgur.com/EqL3OBM.jpg]Tristan[/url] had spent much of their early years round the edges of modern society with the rest of their family. The Reynolds clan were responsible for one of the largest traveling carnivals across the British Isles though it was often advertised as the gateway into Tír na nÓg itself. Their show was famous for its wide range of entertainment as well as it’s hidden activities; such as smuggling and underground fighting. 

 

Hera’s interactions with the two brothers resulted in Declán piquing her interest as she watched him manipulate many of those he dealt with for the gain of himself and his family. She believed he could help raise a worthy child of her lineage, but she was also curious to see how he’d play off the child when she was dropped into his lap. 

 

When Fiona was handed over to him she was his first-born child, though only by a month or so as in the intervening time he’d settled down with a woman he was deeply infatuated with who now carried his son. Fiona’s stepmother never fully accepted her, and even though she would go on to provide Declán with another four children he always treated Fiona as his favourite much to her chagrin. So, while Fiona was doted on and kept close with him, she was effectively used as free childcare for her siblings from the age of eight. She didn’t mind this for the most part since her siblings were her family, and even when she didn’t love them they were still hers. 

 

Her stepmother, however was neither as far as she was concerned. While it wasn’t entirely an intentional act, when she was thirteen during a rather rebellious stage and following a series of drawn out arguments the woman made a dramatic exit. Sadly, the fallout from this event caused a great deal of friction within the already struggling carnival as well as extinguishing the warmth in her father’s eyes. 

 

Prior to this her life had been full of joy and laughter as the carnival travelled the length and breadth of the British Isles and occasionally across the seas to the continent itself. She indulged in all manner of activities from those she should to those she shouldn’t, with her father and uncle often going back and forth over what she was allowed to do. And if one forbade her then the other would sneak her away to indulge her curiosity; which helped to hone her skills with a knife, her thirst for blood in the fighting rings or the thrill of a con or pickpocket. 

 

After a year or two of awkward silences and strained relationships, she packed her belongings and vanished into the night. Her powers enabled her to navigate the wider world far easier than she ought to have been able to do, and she swapped from one identity to the other over several years and worked a dozen jobs and more to get buy; or if pressed she simply lured someone much more well off to foot the bill for her survival. 

 

One day she was waiting tables in a secluded bar in the middle of San Francisco when before she even realised it she was sitting down across from an elegant woman. Their mouth was curved into a amused grin that reminded Fiona of the Cheshire cat, toying with Alice, but it was the woman’s eyes she recognised.  
 

Her mother informed her that it was time for her to attend camp, and to weigh her against her sibling. Times were a-changin'. 

 

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