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Yay Just-- ignore the proportions. I tried OTL
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Am I aware of the fact that it looks like she's wearing a carpet? Yup.
About History section - I'm sorry OTL That got out of hand ; 7 ; And I won't do it again, promise ashdlsjkfd
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"Horses symbolize the power. A woman does have one, if you catch my drift."
Name:
Muirgen McAnaeny
Age:
32
Birthday:
9th January
Species:
Dullahan
Faction:
Red
Job:
Horse tamer
Personality:
- Neurotic
Muirgen has the tendency to be rather upset about some things that are minor. She sees bad things happening in everything and everything is the bad omen. She doesn’t exactly get suspicious of new people – just general happenings around her, to be more precise. To a new person, she reacts as any other individual would.
- Alexithymic
Alexithymia is the in ability to express emotions. She can perfectly well feel things, both physically (although this one is dulled) and emotionally-wise. However, Muirgen has hard time explaining her feelings and she can never find right words for what she is feeling. Alexithymia is often classified as something that appears after the trauma – this trait appeared visible on her only after her head was removed.
- Open to change
Muirgen adapts to new places and unfamiliar things quickly, doing her best not only to fit in and satisfy others, but that she also, by doing so, feels comfortable at her current residence, in those new clothes she is wearing or at this new task she was given and knows nothing about.
-Brave and bold
What is on her mind is also out there. Muirgen often speaks before she thinks. After all, when one head’s detached, they don’t have much to fear. While Muirgen certainly can respect those above her, stronger and especially those older than her, she won’t be very shy about telling you to get lost if she doesn’t enjoy your company.
- Taunting
As mentioned before, she can’t describe her emotions, but she can certainly feel everything. And she does feel quite self-satisfied when she can touch somebody right on that wound that has yet to heal. Dullahan does know her limits, though, because mainly she goes with ‘how you treat others, the others will treat you’.
History:
Word count: 3 652
The albino girl raised her sight, pale eyes flashing around as she struggled around in the dark room. The child breathed in sharply. She fell over and hissed, somewhat in pain... somewhat because the figure was still standing at her window, despite her window. Her mother said that those in your mind. They had to be. Child mustered up all the courage she had and got up. Quickly, she thought, as she jumped back on her bed, but instead of going under the safe embrace of the covers, she pressed her hands and face to the glass and smiled. She was too close so she couldn’t see herself... She liked looking at self in the mirror. Obviously she startled the person outside, because they stepped back and took a run for it. The child kept smiling. She retreated for few centimetres and looked at her own reflection, the tooth-less smile greeting her. She managed to do it again – she scared them, whoever that was. Her heart was beating too strong, still, and the girl removed herself from the window, once again realizing that she was scared. That she was so, so scared, and that she wasn’t safe. Albino tapped around through the hallways, coming to her parents’ room. Without knocking, she entered and her mother turned on the bed. Her father wasn’t there. He usually wasn’t. If he was, this wouldn’t happen.
“Muirgen...” – her mother sighed as the girl climbed in and tucked herself without being invited.
“They were there again, mom.” – the girl nodded and scooted closer, now able to smell her mother’s brown hair. She had beautiful hair. Why couldn’t she have hair like that? No, of course not. She just had to be... this. Albino, they said. She wasn’t liked. Nobody liked different things. Nobody likes things they didn’t know about. And she was different and nobody knew much about her. Child was perfectly aware of that. Albinism wasn’t very liked, indeed.
“Muirgen” – her mother repeated – “Are you sure?” – her mother asked and the child nodded sleepily.
“Yes, mom. At my window. There was tapping. Then I got scared and I got up. I wanted to go with you. But...” – she trailed off, not knowing how to explain. Her mother, deprived of sleep for many nights, was already beginning to get restless.
“Muirgen...” – there was it again, that sigh. The girl shut her eyes, tight. She didn’t need to see her mother’s face as she said this. She knew it all too well already. That face that she makes when she asks ‘Are you sure?’, when she says ‘It was only a dream, there is nothing to be scared of.’ Muirgen didn’t like it, not one bit and she wanted to just wipe it off her mother’s face, but she couldn’t. The woman was tired, so very tired. For seven years, she must be dealing with this. Seven years! It was longer than Muirgen could remember, but she knew that it was along time. She was seven, right now. It must be her fault, then. It was clear.
“Then I got up and leaned on the window. They got scared.” – the child finished and relaxed, not wanting to talk about it anymore. The more she talked, the more restless she was... She had a feeling, on her back, like somebody was watching there. She cracked one eye open and peeked at the window. Nobody there. Maybe her mother was right... Maybe that was in her head.
Vaguely, before falling asleep, child wished her father was here. When he was, nobody came around the house in odd hours of night. Other kids didn’t pinch her, they didn’t ask to touch her hair and they didn’t look at her in that odd, accusing way. And nobody talked to her mother, telling her she bore the spawn of the devil, whatever that meant. Grandmother didn’t scream at her mother and the neighbour’s son talked to her, because he knew, if her father was there, his father wouldn’t be mad at him.
But her father wasn’t there, not right now. The child frowned again and fell asleep like that. She did not like this. Not one bit.
--
“Do I have to?” – 10-year old child whined as her father lifted her up and placed her beside herself on the horse.
“Yes, Muirgen, you have to. I have very important business to attend and your mother isn’t the best. The medic is with her, but we can’t leave you there as well.” – Tadhg explained and Muirgen frowned, crossing her hands on her chest. Of course he had ‘important business to attend’, he always did.
“Why? Why can’t I stay with mom?” – she whined once more and turned into her seat in front of him. The tall man sighed and pulled a little bit on his high collar. He did this when he wasn’t comfortable talking about the current topic. He was going to lie to her. She knew he would. That’s what they always did, thinking that she didn’t know. But she did, she knew everything.
“Because... If I leave you with mom, you may get sick as well. You’ve never been sick so far. And if you do get sick... How will we treat you?” – his voice sounded genuine and Muirgen knew she was wrong. She calmed down in her place and her face fell. Of course. She burned in sun easily so she couldn’t help her mother outside, in the crops. Of course not. She couldn’t ride a horse yet and, even if she could, she was too small. She couldn’t help her father either, unless she was riding with him, like now. She was being a burden.
“I’m sorry.” – both of them said at the same time and they let go. She shouldn’t have asked, now she made things awkward.
“Do I really have to?” – she shrieked as the horse took off anyway – “I’m scared!”
It was the first time she was on the horse. Of course, she had seen one before. She spent her whole life surrounded by horses. Her father raised them, sold them. He rode them himself, a lot. Muirgen thought those were truly magnificent animals, really. But she was just so scared, too scared.
That, however, changed by the end of their journey. They went to the other village, delivered that whatever her father had to deliver and went back immediately.
“And I want to ride a horse!” – she told her mother after the woman was feeling good enough, after she wasn’t contagious and the child could see her – “It was magnificent! I was so tall! And there was lots of wind and we were going so fast! And yes, I want to learn how to ride a horse!” – she exclaimed excitedly and her mother smiled at her father. Knowingly. Only years later would Muirgen realized what that smile meant.
--
“Caden!” – the 16 year old shrieked as the dark-haired boy touched her hair for who knows what time already. She hated, detested people touching her hair.
“I’m sorry.” – the boy smiled apologetically, but it was clear she wasn’t sorry. The other teenager huffed, letting out a grumble of other sighs as well. Boy flopped in the dirt and dust beside her and observed the messy picture that she drew.
“Is that supposed to be me?” – he asked in slight mock tone, but it was clear that he wasn’t looking to insult her. If she took it as insult, that was her problem. He just wanted to tease, not seriously even though Muirgen was rather... bad a drawing.
“Oh please.” – Muirgen shrugged and threw a stray lock of hair behind her shoulder. She could practically feel Caden following the said lock with his eyes. He was always impressed with her hair, ever since they were children. She wanted to marry him. She really did; she just didn’t like people who touched her hair. She didn’t dislike him, but she was too awkward to show it properly. It was vain hope anyway. Caden was to marry another girl anyway, when she was old enough. Tsk. To marry a child. Caden didn’t need a child. He needed her. Her, who was of his age, in only few years younger. But she wouldn’t marry. She wouldn’t ever marry. She was far too strange for that. Nobody wants albino woman. Nobody. Albino woman, that was a woman who came from a bad womb. That usually meant she had bad one, as well. Nobody wanted to risk that.
“Are you alright?” – she could hear him ask and she turned around to face him, his blue eyes looking at her closely. They were exact opposites. Her hair was white, his was black; she was pale, he was tanned; her eyes appeared red of purple... His were blue. Maybe it was true. Maybe opposites did attract.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I zoned out for a moment.” – she excused herself and continued scribbling in the dust – “You have my undivided attention, despite the drawing.”
“Good.” – he got up and simply changed his face, standing at the heels of his foot in front of her – “Because I don’t think we can see each other anymore.”
“Is is because of you... future wife?” – she asked, removing her gaze from persistent blue eyes.
“No. It’s because of my father.” – Caden reasoned and was knocked back because the albino pounced on him, hissing and gripping his collar unbelievably strong for such a short woman.
“Your father!” – she hissed through her clenched teeth. She hated the man. He was strange – so much stranger than her. Perhaps that is why they lived next to each other. Because they were strange. And yet, when they were children, Caden was allowed to be with her only when her father was home. Like it was his father who was afraid. Like he was afraid something would happen. Muirgen disliked the man all the same.
“I’m sorry.” – Caden didn’t even bother to move, instead her hugged her – “He didn’t tell me anything... But I think he wants to hurt you. I don’t know... I only realized recently. I think he wanted that, for the long time.”
There was a sigh and Muirgen hugged back.
“What is the deal with you father?” – female asked before she could stop herself.
“Would you believe me if I said he was a witch doctor?” – came the unexpected reply and Muirgen’s breath hitched. Because she trusted Caden, because that wouldn’t be unlikely. And because she was sure of it, no, she knew that Caden wouldn’t tell this to just anybody – you don’t go around, bragging about your father being a witch doctor.
“I would. You are” – girl stopped for a while, not sure what to tell him. Her courage, usually overflowing from every part of her body, left her at key moment. She supposed it’s for the better – “best... person I’ve ever known.”
Because it wasn’t entirely a lie and she didn’t feel well with saying friend. Because he was far from friend, right now.
--
“Come back!” – her father’s voice echoed. Where was he? She couldn’t see him. Calming her horse down, she turned around in the dark. The forest, some people told, was terrifying at night. Some said you shouldn’t go, because various creatures mingle out there. Nineteen year old girl couldn’t bring herself to care. Only recently she mastered the horseback riding, even though she started learning it a good while back. More than eight years already. Her horse stopped completely and she breathed in, closing her eyes and only hearing. She needed to find out where the voice was coming from. She got lost.
“Muirgen!” – her father called out again and her eyes snapped open, appearing white in the darkness, when there was no light. The girl tried following the voice, but her horse seemed upset and she had problems; she didn’t know how exactly to calm the animal down as she too felt upset.
For the first time in her life, she could understand what the people were talking about. Of course the forest was scary, because even at day, you couldn’t see what it was hiding. During the night, it was even worse.
“Dad!” – she called out and in a second, her father was riding next to her, guiding her to go in the right direction. Muirgen didn’t know how, she should’ve heard him come. And yet she didn’t, but she decided not to dwell on that subject for too long.
--
“What did you do?!” – the albino screamed at the witch doctor. Witch doctor. She had forgotten all about that conversation, five years ago. Caden married shortly after, he moved off with his new wife. And she was still there, living with her parents and old neighbours. And there was he, the witch doctor, covered in her mother’s blood. She felt like crying, but not a tear would come from her eyes. She felt so beaten. The man was in shackles and people were telling her to calm down. They were telling her they were sorry. They surely didn’t feel sorry, not for the woman who bore a pale child. Surely not for her.
“The woman was inside. The candles were out and it was dark. She had wavy hair and was... somewhere near your room. He must’ve thought it was you.” – her father explained later and she frowned.
“I don’t care what he thought.” – she said and sighed, riding next to her father. They were moving out of the village. Tadhg was a merchant. He’d be able to find a job anywhere. And Muirgen... she was just... Muirgen, she supposed. She wouldn’t be able to do anything; not that she was before this. She sighed once again and kept riding in silence.
“What did he want from me?” – she asked in the end. Caden had told her she’d be in danger. She didn’t ask why, then she forgot about it... What did that mean? Why was she so cursed with this, with being so pale? Her father was quiet for a good while before he spoke again. He picked at his ever-present high collar and cleared his throat before speaking.
“Some... witch doctors... Like he was. Or well... I’m not sure about witch doctors, to be all honest. But some people believe that albinos were better off dead... Some believe when you kill albino and preserve their body parts, you will be able to cure illnesses... Defeat death.” – he explained and Muirgen choked on her own spit, her eyes watering.
“So that’s what happened to me, my whole childhood? That’s why mother was badmouthed so much?” – she more or less croaked out and Tadhg could only nod, appearing paler than he actually was. And he was a very pale male.
Muirgen knew. She knew this, but it sounded so much more real now... So much more touchable, in a sense and more dangerous. Would it always be like that? She supposed so. Maybe she shouldn’t have fought it as a child. Maybe she should’ve stupidly opened the window and walked off. Then maybe they’d be able to have another child and move on.
But she didn’t and now she had to live on. Maybe once her mother’s death is ‘long time ago’, then she would actually reconsider these words, but not now. Not right now.
--
The glass fell down and broke, the puddle forming on the floor, but Muirgen didn’t care at the moment. She was looking at her father’s bare neck, for the first time in 26 years.
“What happened to you?” – she asked and her father placed a hand at his slashed neck, dark eyes turning away from his daughter. In what? Shame? Disappointment? He was too fast and albino couldn’t see, but it was her who was so disappointed. Who was so scared, because his neck was slashed. It was barely holding on. The head was barely there, on his shoulders. What happened? Why was he still alive?
“That was long time ago. Before I met your mother.” – he explained and Muirgen nodded, sitting down in the chair in the kitchen, broken glass forgotten. Her eyes were fixed on her father. On his bleeding neck. A neck that she has never seen, but he always complained on the sore throat and she didn’t ask any further.
“I am Dullahan.” – he started but was cut off with his daughter’s glare.
“That’s a fairie, father. That doesn’t exist.” – she said, sighing.
“And witch doctors do? Of course fairies exist. I’m still alive, ain’t I?” – Tadhg commented and Muirgen could only nod. He had a point. He then went on explaining who he was, what he was... The unseelie fairie, the omen of death. Headless horseman. That meant she was one... at least partly. Time would show, but several times her father said that he didn’t want that to happen. That would require decapitation – he didn’t want her decapitated even if she was immortal, in some case. You never know with crossbreed between two species. Depending on her genes, she could be completely human, half breed or even Dullahan. He had hoped she was human, he said, because eternal life isn’t pleasant. She didn’t care. She didn’t listen. Muirgen was wondering what would happen if her mother had been Dullahan. Muirgen wondered if this was why people of their village didn’t bother them when her father was here.
--
“I think it’s best we part ways.” – she told her father on her 27th birthday. The man only nodded.
“Of course.” – he said and she hissed at him once again, what usually was a sound of warning.
“What?” – she repeated and he only nodded, raising his head from his plate.
“I said of course. You are a grown woman. Right now, you are three steps away from thirty. It’s about time you are independent.” – he justified himself and she huffed. She was independent already, but whatever made him happy. As long as she got what she wanted.
“What did you have in mind?” – Tadhg asked and she shrugged.
“Just give a horse and I’ll be fine.” – she responded. In fact, she had a pretty fair idea what could she do, as an albino, but she didn’t say anything. She left her home the next day.
--
“Put me up in the freak show or... whatever you have in mind, really. What can you do with an albino anyway?” – the female snorted, mocking herself. The male she was speaking with right now, the Ringmaster, raised his eyebrow and it disappeared below the top hat.
“Can you do anything else?” – he asked and the girl shrugged, a smirk on her face. What she couldn’t do, couldn’t tell while living with her parents, those things were overflowing right now.
“I can ride a horse if that means anything.” – she sighed, more or less defeated. She just wanted to leave Ireland and go elsewhere, see some world.
“Horse... tamer, then?” – he suggested, as if he was afraid the albino was going to attack him if she didn’t like the idea. Muirgen, however, only nodded. Horse tamer it is. Did they even need that at circus like this? She supposed so. Those were all humans, after all. Maybe a little bit gruesome and rather peculiar, but humans nonetheless.
“It’s a deal then?” – he asked and she nodded once more, extending her hand out. She caught her small hand in his and the deal was sealed. She would work here. She could live with that.
“We only have one... more than one, but one main rule. We don’t betray each other, never. You never tell strangers things that go on around here. Especially not guests.” – The ringmaster explained.
“Alright, then.” – the woman smiled her unpleasant smile, but said nothing more.
--
She should’ve remembered it. She surely had bad memory, there was nothing else that could explain this happened to her now, five years after she had joined the circus. She ran, barefoot, throughout the forest and tried to escape. They were chasing her. It’s not like she said anything of importance anyway. She said nothing that could affect them. The man asked where they got their horses. She told him where. No big deal. She didn’t know why they were so upset. But she knew she was accused of treason. It made no sense. She didn’t want to die. Muirgen didn’t want to be... beheaded.
Albino kept running faster and faster but the forest was getting more and more dense the further she went. Soon she was had to stop and be careful. She needed to find a way to get out, soon. If she could find her way throughout the forest, she would be able to escape. Common sense and years of living with these people told her that they were afraid of the forest. Afraid of the dark. It was going to be dark soon. If she got lost in the woods, she would be safe. One sleepless night and she would be away completely. Maybe they wouldn’t even search for her. She was pale, but her dress was dark and she would be able to fit in the night, somehow.
However she was caught, in the branches, the ivy, trees... And she could feel those scraping against her skin and the something far softer – somebody’s hands. Five strokes, she could clearly remember. They needed five strokes to get her head off. The blunt weapon, shaky hands... she didn’t feel any of those, at all. And she was alive. Her body got up on its own accord, picked up the head and she was back again... She’d need to get that stitched soon, but the woman didn’t exactly care. She got rid of them, of this possessive circus. She felt like she was safe. Sitting at the edge of the forest with facein her hands – literally – she thought how she needed to find a new job.
Likes:
+ Horses
+ Rain
+ Snow
+ Cold weather in general
+ Bland colors
+ White
+ Clothes with patterns
+ Coffee
+ Getting up early
+ Loud people and places
+ Honesty
+ Randomness
+ Surprises
Dislikes:
- Places too bright
- People who fidget a lot
- Fidgeting herself
- Liars- People telling her she's albino
- Her hair
- People touching her hair
- Colors blue and green
- Being repetitive
- The fact that she seems to bleed all the time, even though not in largest amounts
Family:
Mother: Aoibhinn McAnaeny was ordinary, human woman. Her life before marriage to Tadhg is not very known. Perhaps she was daughter of the merchant, as she married one. However, after giving birth to Muirgen, she was often viewed upon and told to be the woman who couldn't give a birth to proper child, as her daughter was an albino. She was murdered when Muirgen was 21 years old. She probably knew her husband wasn't human.
Father: Tadhg McAnaeny Was supposed merchant that, during Muirgen’s childhood, used to travel a lot. His life before marriage to Muirgen’s mother isn’t known, but it is assumed that he tried to escape being Dullahan by marrying a human woman.
Muirgen didn’t have any siblings.
Relationships:
n/a yet
MISC/Other Information:
- Her eyes can appear red, purple, pink, white depending on how the light hits them.
- Absolutely hates people touching her hair.
- Rather weird habit, however she hisses at other people as some sign of warning.
- Her sclera is almost always red-ish, giving off the feeling that she is constantly tired.
- She can hardly focus on the person she is speaking with. It's both because of her albinism and because of her being Dullahan.
RP methods:
- Chatroom (online on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday evening + whole weekend)
- Notes
- Skype (username is Cherri-Shake if you want to add me. Just please tell me your dA username ; v ; )
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Comments: 17
Welcome to the Cirque, dearie!
I absolutely love her outfit! <3
I hope can rp sometime!! <3
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Thank you ; v ; <33
Oh sure~ <3 What way of RPing fits you best? I can RP over notes or Skype~
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You're welcome, dear! <3
And whatever is easiest for you is fine by me, I'm always up for anything c:
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I prefer Skype, but notes are fine too~ c:
Mainly it's just because Skype saves posts OTL
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We can use Skype then, if you want. I really don't care, it doesn't matter to me |D
My Skype name is the same as my dA name, if you wanna add me c:
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Nice~ c:
My username is Cherri-Shake/Varja~ but I specified in my request it is me
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She's really cute <3 I love her name too for some reason, and that font on the actual app sheet is just *.*
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Thank you
Aha I tried to give her something that sounds good~ c:
Font is Plaguedeath but I don't have links for it sorry > n <
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It does sound good~ And that's okay, I googled it XD It looks like a less-elaborate version of Bleeding Cowboys, which I love.
I'll add you on Skype if you don't mind?
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Hehe thank you > v < <3
Oh sure
Just tell me your username aha ; 7 ;
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Added you
My name is Cherri-Shake/Varja-- but i specified it was me xD
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Thank you
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I am glad you like her ; ^ ; <33
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