Post by maggie o'connell on Mar 24, 2013 22:56:18 GMT -8
MAGGIE eihblin O'CONNELL
{I'm hoping, I'm praying
I won't get lost between two worlds,
For all I have seen the truth lies in between.
Give me the strength to face the wrong that I have done
Now that I know the darkest side of me.}
Full Name :: Magdalene "Maggie" Eihblin O'Connell
Nicknames :: Maggie
Date of Birth :: 4 April, 1832
Physical Age :: 15
Mental Age :: 231
Species :: VAMPIRE
Ability’s :: Lie detection. Maggie knows when she is being lied to, and though the gift works best when people speak their lies, she can also interpret body language and appearance to know if people are lying as well; however, she cannot tell what the truth itself is, only that they're lying about something. When she senses she's being lied to, she becomes physically uncomfortable, which is why she often blurts out when people are lying.
Height :: 5'2"
Weight ::[/i] 104
Hair ::[/i] Curly and brown, though in certain lights it shines a dark red-brown.
Eyes ::[/i] Red; black when hungary.
Play by ::[/i] Marlane Barnes
Likes :: {ten minimum}
• People who say what they mean
• Being able to be herself
• Justice
• When the truth comes out
• Traditional Irish dances
• She likes jaunty Irish tunes
• The Cullens (she thinks Bella and Renesmee are sweet, even if Jasper unnerves her a little bit)
• A challenge; she's quite determined, you see
• When people stand up for their beliefs
• Siobhan and Liam, though she's a bit more partial to Siobhan
Dislikes :: {ten minimum}
• Liars
• The Volturi
• Authority figures who abuse their power
• People who obscure the process of justice, especially if it's through selfish means
• Though she doesn't harbour a hatred for them, Maggie isn't altogether fond of deserters, either
• The fact that the Volturi had every intention of attacking the Cullens had Carlisle not amassed witnesses
• The two Volturi twin guards, Alec and Jane, whom she calls the "cúpla Diabhal", or "Devil twins". She finds their readiness to kill and maim frightening.
• People who let fear rule them too much
• Anyone who would threaten Siobhan (or Liam)
• She isn't overly fond of shifters, but will swallow her mistrust if need be
Strenghts :: {two minimum}
• Her ability to detect lies
• Her staunch support of everything in the name of justice, and her willingness to stand up for it
Weaknesses :: {two minimum}
• Due to the fact that lies make her physically uncomfortable, she will often loudly point out when someone is lying, with no thought to propriety or whether or not it will land her in trouble (which it sometimes does)
• She gets nervous when she feels uncomfortable, and it often results in her getting agitated and antsy
Habits/Quirks :: {two minimum}
• Blurts out when people are lying to her
• Can sometimes be easily distracted
Fears :: {two minimum}
• The Volturi coming to punish her coven
• That something will happen to Siobhan and Liam
Secrets :: {two minimum}
• Because she disdains liars, Maggie doesn't have many secrets, especially not from Liam or Siobhan. Most don't know this.
• She's afraid the Volturi will send their tracker after them
Personality ::
One of the dominating traits of Maggie's personality is her innate sense and need for justice and truth. It's something that spawned from her being able to determine when others are lying, even when she was human, and she came to despise the lies that fell off of people's tongues with such ease. She heard lies ruin lives and she heard them excuse murder and death, and it became a compulsion for her to blurt out when others were lying, disliking the way her skin would crawl when she heard mistruths from anyone. As a result, she is highly appreciative of truth, and if she believes a cause is just she will stand with it even at a cost to herself.
Even so, Maggie's blunt tendencies tend to put her on the wrong side of authority, as her gift has a tendency to literally compel her to point out that someone is lying, even if doing so is detrimental to herself or to diplomatic situations. When she finds out that someone is lying, as well, she will often act coldly towards them, especially if they try to pass off her accusation with even more lies before they find out that she can literally sense them.
What throws many people for a loop, however, is that Maggie doesn't generally care what the truth actually is. To her, the only thing that matters is if someone is actually lying to her, and she'll persist until they stop lying, though whether it's through evasion or outright telling the truth matters not to her. Furthermore, though she can sense all lies, and is pulled to state that she is being lied to, she doesn't actually require anyone to tell her anything more than what they want, as long as it's not a lie. If someone lies about something from their past, for example, Maggie will state that they are lying, but if it's harmless to others she will not pursue it or insist someone tell her every detail of their life.
Beyond that, Maggie is generally a sweet-tempered girl, easy to get along with.
Mother ::[/i] Aednat O'Connell
Father ::[/i] Brian O'Connell
Siblings ::[/i] Aednat O'Connell (sister), James O'Connell (brother), Branna O'Connell (sister), and Daire O'Connell (brother)
Other important people ::[/i] Siobhan & Liam
History ::[/i]
Like many an Irishman or Irishwoman, Maggie's story began in the dirt on the Emerald Isle, in the year 1832. The first of five children, Maggie grew up in her small village relatively undisturbed and happy, helping her parents care for her other siblings (particularly her roguish brother, James); however, as she began to age it became clear that she was a little bit... different. When she was little, she'd call it a "tickle"--the little feeling she got when someone lied to her face about something, and she was uncanny at knowing when it was. Unfortunately for her, due to being told when she was younger never to tell a lie--"Lying's a sin, Maggie, and you wouldn't want God to punish us, would you?"--she often felt compelled to point those lies out, which, from a young age, got her in trouble with many authority figures, including her parents, as well as her younger siblings when she would call them out on lying to their parents.
By the time Maggie was six or seven, she was beginning to alienate members of her family, particularly those on her father's side, who refused to have anything to do with her. Her uncanny ability to sense when people were lying to her also caused a rift within her household, and for awhile Maggie was scared of it too. Her family were strong Roman Catholics, and there was talk of her gift being given to her by the devil; however, Maggie consoled herself with the fact that she had never done any wrong. Inside, she wondered if, perhaps, it was a gift from God, and it was that belief, sparked in the mind of a young and frightened child, that gave her the courage to speak up when she heard those lies, and if she herself was delivering God's justice.
Still, Maggie was often punished quite severely for her gift, her God-fearing community pushing her further and further away as they considered her a Devil's aid. She continued to hold the gift close, though, refusing to be cowed by her village's uneasiness and fear. Though most of her family was wary of her, especially Aednat, her sister and the second eldest--"I'll never be able to marry with you scaring everyone off, Maggie!"--she remained close to her brother James, even as her younger siblings Branna and Daire made fun of her and excluded her from their activities, claiming she spoiled all their fun.
In the early 1840s, however, Ireland was struck by the Great Potato, and Maggie's village, which relied on its agriculture, was decimated by it. People were beginning to starve, and many in the village were starting to fight each other for food. Houses were barricaded and guarded at night, and neighbours began to lie and steal. Maggie, as was her wont, would accuse them, until her brother James had to hustle her out of the area, even though he was three years her junior. Eventually, her parents were forced to make the decision to pack up and leave for America, though when Maggie went to pack her own bags she was told, in hesitant and fearful tones from her mother and harsh ones from her father, that they simply didn't have enough money to transport the entire family overseas. While this was true, Maggie also knew that it was their fear of her gift that had driven them to leave her, and so she was left behind, told to make her way to Cork so she could take care of her maternal grandparents.
Without little food, for there was none to spare, Maggie set off in the night, unwilling to say anymore goodbyes to her brother James. With her ragged shawl around her shoulders, and her cap, she looked rather like a lost gypsy girl as she made her way down the roads, but it wasn't long before her single bite of food was gone, and she was left to starve, unable to beg any food off other travellers or find any of her own. She collapsed on the road to Cork, dying of starvation, and would have perished had two lone figures not appeared on the horizon. It took her less than two seconds to realise that they people were not human--they were not starving like her, no, did not looked hungry, too perfect--and when she weakly asked if they were and received the truth, she explained that she knew it, and when prompted, weakly explained her gift. Intrigued, the woman offered to make her strong enough to live. Without hesitation, Maggie accepted, sensing that the woman was telling the truth, and came to know the woman as Siobhan and the man as Liam, her mate.
Maggie awoke from the pain of transformation to a dull gnawing of hunger in her stomach, and she was taught to hunt by Siobhan, for, though Liam had reluctantly agreed to let her join them, Maggie knew he wasn't entirely okay with it. She deeply enjoyed their company, however, for both were refreshingly honest and open, and they allowed her to open up in return and be herself, coming into her own, frozen forever at fifteen but more alive and sure of herself than she had ever been before. Over time, Liam warmed up to her, and they became a family.
She was surprised when, in twenty-first century, she and her coven were asked to come to Forks by vegetarian vampires Esme and Carlisle Cullen, and though she was initially reluctant she accompanied Liam and Siobhan, as both trusted her judgement. When they arrived there, Siobhan was quick to tell Carlisle that she was unwilling to risk her coven where she need not, but after hearing Edward and Bella's story about the hybrid Renesmee, Maggie was able to confirm that Carlisle and the Cullens were indeed telling the truth, and that the Volturi would kill them otherwise. She and her coven therefore stood on the side of the Cullens when the Volturi came, even after co-witness Alistair fled, and afterwards, she hugged both Bella and Renesmee before they departed, Maggie excited to hear that Carlisle thought Siobhan had the gift of subtle outcome manipulation even as Carlisle asked them to locate Alistair as they left. They agreed, and set out to find them, which took them awhile as he was using his gift to stay hidden. They've been back in Ireland since then, though they occasionally come down to visit the Cullens, Maggie expressing great interest in Renesmee's growth and development.
Your name ::[/i] Chey
Age ::[/i] --
Experience ::[/i] 5+ years
Have you read the rules ::[/i] i just finished my theatre musical, actually
Role Play Sample ::[/i]
She knew, even before she had set out, that she was going to die. The hunger was like a gaping wound from her stomach, eating her from the inside out, clawing at any spare nutrients it could find in her body, only further weakening her as she walked. There had been insufficient food in her village for weeks, and in the last couple of days there had been none at all, many of the villagers desperately digging in their own fields with their hands, trying to find one last scrap of food; one final root that they could use to sustain them a little bit longer. Maggie had been one of them, her small white hands calloused and scared as the dirt pulled at her fingernails, and by the end her hands had been a combination of dirt and blood, all for nothing.
The only reason she had had even a scrap of food was because of James, who had slid his last potato into her bag a couple hours before she left, holding one finger to his mouth. But now that was gone, too, and Maggie was alone, afraid, and weak. She could feel her limbs giving out from under her, and it wasn't with a shriek of rage that she went down, but rather a breathy exhale, for she could spare no more energy than that. This was it for her, she knew. She was alone, stranded on the road to Cork with no one to help her, and no one who would. She could taste dirt in her mouth from where she had been falling, her brown-red curls streaked with mud and dust, stringy with grease and crinkling with malnutrition.
Maybe the people in her village would be glad she was gone, if they knew. There had been some there that had blamed her for the famine, blamed her "Devil's gift", claiming that the famine was God's way of showing he was displeased with her. Maggie didn't believe that, though. She couldn't. Her conviction that God had granted her the gift was what had helped her through life, and she would not question it as she walked to her death.
Would her grandparents even mourn her? Maggie doubted they had even known she was coming, doubted they were even alive when so many others had already died. Her parents had only been looking to leave her behind, and she knew that. They hadn't fooled her for one second with their half-truth, and what was more she knew they knew it too. Part of her felt the sting of betrayal from that act, but the hunger quickly overrode it, and she didn't even have the strength to moan anymore.
Who would mourn poor Maggie O'Connell was she died, now?
She couched weakly, but just as her eyes were about to flutter shut, she saw two figures walking towards her from the rode, and as they drew closer, she knew, she just knew, they they couldn't be human. There was an ethereal beauty about the both of them, particular the woman, whose features were sharp and pronounced, and whose beautiful red hair shone even in the setting sun. Both seemed large to Maggie, larger than life, and she wondered for a moment if they could be angels, untouched from the hunger and the pain of death.
A smile stole across her face, and she closed her eyes. She was content to die in the presence of God's angels, if that were the case, and as they drew closer she opened her eyes again, using what little strength she had left to look at them better.
"Have you come to take me to Heaven?" she asked weakly. "I have done as God asked with the gift He gave me. I have exposed the lies where others would be content to let them pass."
She would die knowing she had done her best with the gift she had. She would have it no other way.
