Post by Cre on Jan 17, 2011 15:02:27 GMT -5
Sorcha Lee McKinley
Open you heart,
I am calling you!
Right from the very start,
Your wounded heart was calling too.
Open your arms!
You will find the answer when you answer to The Call!
NICKNAME(s) Fae
AGE 18
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY Bisexual, switching back and forth between preferences at random
GROUP Human
MAJOR Art
OCCUPATION She had been a waitress/bartender in a pub
STATUS Single
ELEMENT Fire
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PLAY BY Kate Winslet
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DISLIKES yellow gold, the cold, deep water that she can not see through, most kinds of birds, the color pink
STRENGTHS She is patient and has an eye for the truly beautiful things, not the objects that are "pretty" or "in fashion".
WEAKNESSES Precious gems. She loves them. Needs them. That deep, beautiful light... Glint, glint, glint... Oh, and her temper. Once her patience is gone, who ever she's angry with should tuck tail and run.
OVERALL All in all, she's a nice person. Always ready to smile, make others happy. She can be a little bit vain at times, though, which would annoy the hell out of her father because she has a tendency to stand in front of her mirrors(yes, multiple) for an hour, trying to decide which ear rings would go best with her nails.
But other-wise, she sees herself as a normal girl. Apart from her obsession with Myths and Ledgions. And until angered, she's easy to get along with; Afterward, you might want to consider the fact that fresh coffee really hurts when it's poured in your lap.
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MOTHER Jenna McKinley, Deceased
SIBLING(S) Robert Mathews(Half Brother), 26, Marine
OTHER Mersaydies Page, 17, Waitress, her cousin and the closest thing to a sister she's ever had.
HISTORY When she was a child, her mother would take her down to the beach along the cliffs and chase after her, blind-folded, cooing "Where's my little Fae?" Until she got sick. Jenna had been significantly older than her husband, a good ten years difference between them. But she had been healthy. So her death had come as a surprise the the three-year-old. After that, her older brother had come to live with them to help care for Sorcha while Carlon worked. Until She turned fourteen. Robert had moved to America and joined in the Marines, leaving Sorcha and her half-Spanish cousin bewildered. But, they got on with their lives, getting waitressing jobs at the pub. When Sorcha turned eighteen, they promoted her to bar tending.
During that time, she'd met men and women alike. Had dated, thought about going steady with some. But every relation had ended in a few weeks. Maybe it was because she refused to sleep with them, or because she always felt as though there was something out there, waiting for her.
So when she started having dreams about dragons towards her vacation time, she took the hint. There was a cruise ship called The Celtic Dragon that was going to make it's Maiden Voyage the week of her vacation, and she took the chance. She's not sure why the ship wrecked, only that the beack that she landed on felt more like the porch of home than any house she'd lived in back in Ireland.
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EXPERIENCE Six or Seven, can't remember.
OTHER CHARACTER(S) N/A
HOW YOU FOUND US Advertisement on Unbridled
ROLE PLAYING EXAMPLE FROM YOU
'Where am I?' Her head was pounding, and it hurt for her to think. There was warmth on her back, something wet and a little gritty beneath her hands and her exposed torso. Slowly, her blue-gray eyes opened. What was revealed made them go wide. Before her stretched a winding beach, backed by trees that could hold up her house with their branches. 'This isn't happening.' Her mind was racing as she pushed herself up out of the wet sand. Her front was coated in it... Her best blouse ruined by the salt water. The royal blue silk, with it's tie-up v-neck and flowing sleeves would never be the same. Her bluejeans, though, would be just bloody peachy. Naturally. She bought pants that were slung low on her hips, form-fitting like an extra skin but loosened up at her calves to fit over her boots, and made for durability. The only thing altered now was the hole that had been ripped in the knee when they caught on a broken board. Her "cowboy" boots were fine, though her socks were soaked and squishy. How long had she been lieing in the sand?
Sorcha stood, fighting a wave of dizziness, and took in her surroundings as she tried to remember the accident. she couldn't recall the details, only small, fleeting bits. An explosion. She'd stumbled. Then, a cracking sound had echoed in the night air, the ship splitting in half. She remembered falling, hitting her knee as she scrabbled for a bit of drifting wood. Clinging to it with all of her strength, floating atop it as it made it's way farther and farther from the wreckage. Screams had echoed in the air around the burning ship the entire night. Somewhere, a baby had begun to cry...
Tears filled her eyes, a sob wrenching her breath from her. She had survived, and now she was standing on a strange beach, staring out over the ocean. A slight breeze caressed her slender form, making her turn from the water. Why did it feel as though the forests were calling to her? Her feet began to move, shuffling through the sands. Sorcha... the wind seemed to whisper. Sorcha, come... How could she stop herself from stepping into the shadows of the trees, her boots silent over the fallen leaves. The colors of the forest were so welcoming after the wreck...
The farther into this new land she went, the less green she found. And soon, she was surrounded by the blazing, fiery colors of Autumn. And still she went on, drawn to something that she could not explain. It was as though a voice called to her, but she could not understand what it said. An invisible hand wrapping around her own and pulling her along. And she wouldn't have fought it if she could...[/i]
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