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[hider=Morrígan || Banshee || Souls and Ruination, Herald of the End][center][h1]Mór-ríoghan[/h1]
[h2]Goddess of Souls and Ruination, Herald of the End[/h2]
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[color=#7F00FF][b]Name:[/b][/color] Mór-ríoghan aka Morrígan (in common tongue)
[color=#7F00FF][b]Title:[/b][/color] Goddess of Souls and Ruination, Herald of the End
[color=#7F00FF][b]Gender/Sex:[/b][/color] Female
[color=#7F00FF][b]Age:[/b][/color] Approximately 5100+ years old
[color=#7F00FF][b]Species:[/b][/color] Banshee
[color=#7F00FF][b]Information:[/b][/color] The Weeping Woman, Reaper's Choir, Ghost of the Mound, banshee. Whatever you decide to call them, know that wherever they go, death follows. The scream that curdles from their mouth only means one thing - a reaper is knocking on your soul's door. They often normally appear as an elegant young woman, dressed in grey cloaks and hidden faces, but their [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/Cxn543CrBgy/?img_index=5]true selves[/url] often signals your nearing end. Banshees are not causalities of dying, that is to say they aren't responsible, but rather they smell it on you. After all, death's stench is hard to ignore. 

A banshee's close relationship with souls and death gifted them with terrifying abilities - a reason of their almost extinction. Their role as an eternal guide means they are immortal. So how do they die? Only by calling out their true soul name five times, can they die. In the past, Records of Souls kept a banshee's true name from their human days, so if a banshee desired eternal rest, they would be sent off in a grand celebration before hearing a choir, singing their death. 

Besides immortality, banshees are bestowed with the gift of song - not a happy, joyful tune - one where a single note compels one to melancholy and harms the soul, and eventually, the listener's self-death. Known as 'The Last Ballad', requires a string instrument that a banshee begins to master at 'rebirth'. However, the great war caused all knowledge of this skill to be forgotten, leaving it to be a 'Lost Art'.

Lastly, the banshee's ability of precognition - an ability to see how and when someone died. In times past, banshees used this ability in their work of caring for those on death beds. During the war, banshees were used a prisoners of war specifically for this ability, letting humans become semi-immortal due to the evasion of their timely deaths. Banshees cannot use this on themselves, or other banshees. In fact, the ability to smell or sense death in themselves doesn't exist, as they're often told to embrace it instead.

Banshees are said to be made from human women with deep seated grudges before their deaths, however during the rebirth of their soul, their memories are wiped. Their numbers never grew past a small nation. Before the war, banshees were spread throughout the world, working hard to provide hospice and guide souls to the afterlife, as was their purpose. They were governed in through matriarchal council that monitored the banshees through ethics and laws. Now, only a few lucky remain, most opting to hide in the cradle of shadows, the council long disassembled. Since the mass disappearance of banshees, one could only guess their end and how miserable it would be - if they were unlucky, a banshee's song of death. 

[color=#7F00FF][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Clad in black, a face hidden in the tall shadows she casts. Standing at a height of 6'3''/192cm, she towers over most humans and other gods/goddesses. She gives off the vibe of a mysterious noble woman, no-one really knows her most defining features other than those who attend to her. They say she's a fair maiden and, sometimes, you could see violet eyes piercing through your soul.

When she's without her cloak, you can see her magnificent ram horns crested on top of her long black hair, which runs wildly in the wind. Pointed long ears, with her eyes that transition from violet to red when she's using an ability. Banshees are humanoid monsters, so her uncloaked self is really her true self. Morrígan can get away with hiding her horns and ears under the hood of her cloak, so many haven't had the pleasure of seeing her actual form.

[color=#7F00FF][b]Personality:[/b][/color] If people were to describe Morrígan, it would be that she is a woman of little words. And they'd be right, for the wrong reasons. Morrígan is portrayed as the mysterious, serious and dutiful goddess of death. In reality, Morrígan is a homebody. Morrígan typically keeps to herself, completing her role as expected, but if there is a large gathering, she wants out. If it looks like she's not listening, well you'd be half-right. Interesting chatter is the only thing that wins Morrígan's ear.

In a series of misunderstandings, all of her few-worded answers and small gestures are taken as profound by the most asinine believers. When really, she doesn't want to expend energy more than necessary. When she believes it is necessary, well, you'd be running already.

[color=#7F00FF][b]History:[/b][/color] [i]"Lamp guides us all into night's eternal cradle."[/i]

'Birthed' during the last embers of the war, Morrígan only knew two things: silence and running. The last member of the Council, Aisling, was still alive. Aisling led the banshees into hiding, and since the Ciorcal Anam (place where banshees are 'born') and Schiehallion (central home of the banshees) was destroyed, they lived nomadically, living under the radar and rescuing scattered banshees - new and old. Of course they fought in the war, but when their numbers dwindled to a meagre few, the banshees chose self-preservation over righteousness. 

Aisling was Morrígan's mentor, teaching her the ways of the banshee. Morrígan wasn't super interested, but ultimately learnt it all - who knew when their last days would be. Aisling taught Morrígan the way of the fist, techniques that were developed during the war. Since humans learnt that hearing was key in countering their 'Last Ballad' - to the point of self-mutilation - banshees had to learn how to fight them physically, using their precognition to predict their opponent's demise. Alas, not all things work out, which is why they still lost. If the banshee could not soul die - the Records of Souls being either lost, stolen or destroyed during the destruction of Schiehallion - they were taken in as prisoners of war, tortured and used until insanity.

When Aisling sought death, Morrígan did not object. After all, with so many deaths of your kin and being chased around, it takes a heavy toll on you. Morrígan delivered her name. No grand celebration. No choir. Just a simple, five times, calling. The moment Aisling's eyes closed, the remnants scattered, there was no leader, and Morrígan did not take up that mantle.

Many stories depict Morrígan to have existed since creation. In the right, or unfortunate, place she smelt the keen stench of death, her first in a long while since hiding. Since Aisling left her. It was a young child, bright eyed, looking at Morrígan straight in the eyes. At the time, Morrígan wasn't fully covered, so it was a wonder why the child didn't cry or run away. In typical faerie whimsy, Morrígan stayed with that orphan until her death, caring for her until the final breaths. The villagers saw what she did for that child. A benevolent goddess, they said, a gift descended from the heavens to guide us. Morrígan kept the ruse up to this day for reasons unknown.

[color=#7F00FF][b]Mythical Significance:[/b][/color] It is believed that you accumulate 'mor' (karma) doing good deeds or evil misgivings. At the end of your life, they say that Morrígan appears to guide them to the circle of reincarnation or eternal darkness depending one's mor. 

When death happens, it is customary to mourn in red for five days straight, each day celebrated in significance to a person's birth, growth, identity, living and final memories. A wreath of blackthorns twigs is placed on the door of the mourning family, and they are to not have any visitors until the wreath is removed.

Morrígan doesn't have a organised religion or temple, mostly due to being lazy, however still has a large following spread far and wide across the nation. They simply call themselves 'reincarnators', discarding their human name in order to bring peace to those near death's door. Given their human limitations, they work with secret medicines to let people pass away painlessly, some reincarnators working as wandering apothecaries to heal the sick instead.

[color=#7F00FF][b]Relationships:[/b][/color] TBD

[color=#7F00FF][b]Color:[/b][/color] #7F00FF

[color=#7F00FF][b]Other:[/b][/color] Morrígan really enjoys the sweets that humans make, though she tries to hide that she has a sweet tooth.[/hider]

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[/center][hider=Muses of the Reincarnation Cycle][sub]The Weeping Woman, Reaper's Choir, Ghost of the Mound, banshee. Whatever you decide to call them, know that wherever they go, death follows. The scream that curdles from their mouth only means one thing - a reaper is knocking on your soul's door. They often normally appear as an elegant young woman, dressed in grey cloaks and hidden faces, but their [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/Cxn543CrBgy/?img_index=5]true selves[/url] often signals your nearing end. Banshees are not causalities of dying, that is to say they aren't responsible, but rather they smell it on you. After all, death's stench is hard to ignore. 

A banshee's close relationship with souls and death gifted them with terrifying abilities - a reason of their almost extinction. Their role as an eternal guide means they are immortal. So how do they die? Only by calling out their true soul name five times, can they die. In the past, Records of Souls kept a banshee's true name from their human days, so if a banshee desired eternal rest, they would be sent off in a grand celebration before hearing a choir, singing their death. 

Besides immortality, banshees are bestowed with the gift of song - not a happy, joyful tune - one where a single note compels one to melancholy and harms the soul, and eventually, the listener's self-death. Known as 'The Last Ballad', requires a string instrument that a banshee begins to master at 'rebirth'. However, the great war caused all knowledge of this skill to be forgotten, leaving it to be a 'Lost Art'.

Lastly, the banshee's ability of precognition - an ability to see how and when someone died. In times past, banshees used this ability in their work of caring for those on death beds. During the war, banshees were used a prisoners of war specifically for this ability, letting humans become semi-immortal due to the evasion of their timely deaths. Banshees cannot use this on themselves, or other banshees. In fact, the ability to smell or sense death in themselves doesn't exist, as they're often told to embrace it instead.

Banshees are said to be made from human women with deep seated grudges before their deaths, however during the rebirth of their soul, their memories are wiped. Their numbers never grew past a small nation. Before the war, banshees were spread throughout the world, working hard to provide hospice and guide souls to the afterlife, as was their purpose. They were governed in through matriarchal council that monitored the banshees through ethics and laws. Now, only a few lucky remain, most opting to hide in the cradle of shadows, the council long disassembled. Since the mass disappearance of banshees, one could only guess their end and how miserable it would be - if they were unlucky, a banshee's song of death.[/sub][/hider]
[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][CENTER][color=#7F00FF][b]Mythical Significance[/b][/color]
[/center][sub]It is believed that you accumulate 'mor' (karma) doing good deeds or evil misgivings. At the end of your life, they say that Morrígan appears to guide them to the circle of reincarnation or eternal darkness depending one's mor. 

When death happens, it is customary to mourn in red for five days straight, each day celebrated in significance to a person's birth, growth, identity, living and final memories. A wreath of blackthorns twigs is placed on the door of the mourning family, and they are to not have any visitors until the wreath is removed.

Morrígan doesn't have a organised religion or temple, mostly due to being lazy, however still has a large following spread far and wide across the nation. They simply call themselves 'reincarnators', discarding their human name in order to bring peace to those near death's door. Given their human limitations, they work with secret medicines to let people pass away painlessly, some reincarnators working as wandering apothecaries to heal the sick instead.[/sub]
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[/center][hider=Aelia || Aeliana Elidi][sub][color=EB5406]Aelia ☼[/color]
Aelia was one of the first 'goddesses' she encountered as Morrígan began establishing her myth. As such, humans see them as sisters, given their shared reign over the reincarnation cycle. Morrígan's first instinct whenever she sees Aelia is to turn around and pretend she didn't see her - not that it ever works. Morrígan remains cordial, to a degree, for appearances sake.[/sub][/hider]
[hider=Nieve || Niamh Croía Mortimer][sub][color=FFB7C5]Nieve 𓆝[/color]
Another of Morrígan's colleagues. Morrígan and Nieve are well-acquainted with each other; there have been a few clashes between their followers as some humans have used their souls as tidebinding collaterals. Morrígan tends to keep Nieve at arms length though.[/sub][/hider]
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[/center][sub]• Morrígan really enjoys the sweets that humans make, though she tries to hide that she has a sweet tooth.[/sub][/cell][cell][CENTER][color=#7F00FF][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
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[/center][sub]Clad in black, a face hidden in the tall shadows she casts. Standing at a height of 6'3''/192cm, she towers over most humans and other gods/goddesses. She gives off the vibe of a mysterious noble woman, no-one really knows her most defining features other than those who attend to her. They say she's a fair maiden and, sometimes, you could see violet eyes piercing through your soul.

When she's [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a6/bc/76/a6bc76114f2414908731e68df835f96b.jpg]without her cloak[/url], you can see her magnificent ram horns crested on top of her long black hair, which runs wildly in the wind. Pointed long ears, with her eyes that transition from violet to red when she's using an ability. Banshees are humanoid monsters, so her uncloaked self is really her true self. Morrígan can get away with hiding her horns and ears under the hood of her cloak, so many haven't had the pleasure of seeing her actual form.[/sub]

[CENTER][color=#7F00FF][b]Personality[/b][/color]
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[/center][sub]If people were to describe Morrígan, it would be that she is a woman of little words. And they'd be right, for the wrong reasons. Morrígan is portrayed as the mysterious, serious and dutiful goddess of death. In reality, Morrígan is a homebody. Morrígan typically keeps to herself, completing her role as expected, but if there is a large gathering, she wants out. If it looks like she's not listening, well you'd be half-right. Interesting chatter is the only thing that wins Morrígan's ear.

In a series of misunderstandings, all of her few-worded answers and small gestures are taken as profound by the most asinine believers. When really, she doesn't want to expend energy more than necessary. When she believes it is necessary, well, you'd be running already.[/sub]

[CENTER][color=#7F00FF][b]History[/b][/color]
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[/center][sub]'Birthed' during the last embers of the war, Morrígan only knew two things: silence and running. The last member of the Council, Aisling, was still alive. Aisling led the banshees into hiding, and since the Ciorcal Anam (place where banshees are 'born') and Schiehallion (central home of the banshees) was destroyed, they lived nomadically, living under the radar and rescuing scattered banshees - new and old. Of course they fought in the war, but when their numbers dwindled to a meagre few, the banshees chose self-preservation over righteousness. 

Aisling was Morrígan's mentor, teaching her the ways of the banshee. Morrígan wasn't super interested, but ultimately learnt it all - who knew when their last days would be. Aisling taught Morrígan the way of the fist, techniques that were developed during the war. Since humans learnt that hearing was key in countering their 'Last Ballad' - to the point of self-mutilation - banshees had to learn how to fight them physically, using their precognition to predict their opponent's demise. Alas, not all things work out, which is why they still lost. If the banshee could not soul die - the Records of Souls being either lost, stolen or destroyed during the destruction of Schiehallion - they were taken in as prisoners of war, tortured and used until insanity.

When Aisling sought death, Morrígan did not object. After all, with so many deaths of your kin and being chased around, it takes a heavy toll on you. Morrígan delivered her name. No grand celebration. No choir. Just a simple, five times, calling. The moment Aisling's eyes closed, the remnants scattered, there was no leader, and Morrígan did not take up that mantle.

Many stories depict Morrígan to have existed since creation. In the right, or unfortunate, place she smelt the keen stench of death, her first in a long while since hiding. Since Aisling left her. It was a young child, bright eyed, looking at Morrígan straight in the eyes. At the time, Morrígan wasn't fully covered, so it was a wonder why the child didn't cry or run away. In typical faerie whimsy, Morrígan stayed with that orphan until her death, caring for her until the final breaths. The villagers saw what she did for that child. A benevolent goddess, they said, a gift descended from the heavens to guide us. Morrígan kept the ruse up to this day for reasons unknown.[/sub]
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